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baseball player!yuuji based on this post by @prettyboykatsuki !!

Sex Pollen PART 1

Pairing: orc oc (Grom) x fem human reader

Summary: you and your orc co-worker are affected by sex pollen.

Warnings: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, 18+, sex pollen, affected to pollen and subtle reluctance, size kink, overstimulation, fingering, big leaking orc🍆.

Part 2 here. 🩷 This is a completed 3-Part series that was once exclusive on Patreοn! Have fun reading.

The sun was setting over the dense forest, spreading shadows across the clearing that you and your orc coworker, Grom, had been exploring. He worked for you in the village, helping you in the business you owned, a shop that offered spices, herbs, and other medicines. You had headed out to harvest herbs during the day, like you had done numerous times before.

Only at that time had you ventured into an area of the forest that you had not previously explored. You wanted to study some uncommon flora, and despite your reservations, Grom had followed, insisting that you not go into untouched areas of the forest alone.

He was such a sweetheart. But you didn’t dare tell him that or show your attraction to him.

Truth be told, you'd always been drawn to him, ever since he walked into your shop and asked for a job. Everyone warned you against it, but something about his dark gaze and velvety voice swayed you. And why should you hire him? Humans and orcs finally coexisted; after years of war and conflict, both races had begun to accept each other. You saw no reason not to try to accept that concept and support them.

He had since become your trusted assistant and a great coworker to have around. He gladly learned from you, and despite the initial terror he instilled in the customers when he first started working, he was now relaxed. Everyone had accepted him, swayed by your kindness and generosity to him. Grom was tall and muscular, his muscles were prominent even under his clothes. His look was slightly rough, with a rugged and scarred face and large tusks protruding from his mouth. However, he was friendly and truly engaged in his work.

He was precious and you’d never risk ruining the balance of your relationship because of your romantic feelings for him.

You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the forest, exploring the flora and listening to the birds' songs. You bent here and there, touching plants, rooting out herbs, and carefully placing them in your basket. A weird violet plant drew your attention. It was gorgeous. Bright, pure purple with white dots and a rich, sweet aroma that floated to your nostrils.

He joined you with a grumble, and at that moment, a burst of pollen exploded from the plant’s petals, creating a thick cloud that surrounded you both. You coughed and waved your hands in the air to dispel the thick pollen. Grom cursed out and grabbed your elbow, dragging you as far away as he could from the plant. His hold was powerful, his face set in a grimace, his torso taut, muscles tight beneath his thick skin.

You hardly had time to act before you felt it—a peculiar sensation, like a thousand small sparks igniting across your skin.

"What… what’s happening?" You breathed as he cursed again, his big hands brushing the yellowish pollen off your clothes.

"I don’t know. Stay still," he rumbled, his voice deep and protective, though you could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“That plant—” You bit back a whine because the tingling grew stronger. “I thought it was a simple flower, but—”

This time, you couldn't help but whimper. Your body felt unusually hot, goosebumps rising on your skin. You rubbed your thighs together, realizing you were soaked, your pussy tingling and gushing slick. Grom was also affected; although he had stepped away, you could hear his rapid breathing. He didn't look at you, but he was sweating, and his green cheeks were flushed. His fingers rubbed his face, as if trying to understand what was happening.

A deep, rumbling groan escaped him. "Feels… strange.” He clenched his fists. "Like fire under my skin."

You felt the same way, a fact that added to the heat that had now soaked your thighs. The tingling gradually gave way to a warm sensation that extended throughout your body. Your nipples felt tight, and heat spread in your chest before moving down, making you weak in the knees. Your breathing quickened, your skin became hypersensitive, and every contact of the air against you seemed like a caress.

You wanted to take off your clothes; the mere scratch of your clothes against your flesh filled you with aching need.

"Grom…" You tried to stand up to distract yourself from the heat, but you staggered. He caught you before you could fall, his large hands wrapping around you. You sighed at the pleasant sensation of his touch.

"Something's… wrong. I feel… hot. So hot.”

"I know." His voice was tight, like he was barely holding on. "I feel it too."

For quite some time, neither of you moved. His deep green eyes fixed on yours, full of the same uncertainty and yearning that you felt. The air between you was charged, your bodies infused with the weird power of pollen. He was still holding you, but there was more—something primitive boiling beneath the surface, something you both wanted to explore.

"We should… we should leave," he said, though his voice was a whisper.

You both nodded, but didn't move.

His breath came out in thick, labored pants, and you could see his eyes darken and rake over your body. His hands massaged your back slowly, causing your frame to melt into his. He growled low and menacingly, but you were not afraid. The warmth between you increased, and the tingling intensified, until every nerve in your body screamed for relief.

"This— ahh—this… is getting stronger." You gulped hard, your heart racing in your chest. "I think it's a sex pollen plant. They're so unusual and uncommon in book history—" you swallowed as another wave of warmth pulsed through your clit. "Its effects are overwhelming. The tension and need are unbearable."

“We must go back,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. Still, he didn’t stop stroking your back.

"Can’t… ahhha—" you whined, feeling your body betraying you, leaning toward him. “‘M sorry—”

"Those sweet sounds you make," he murmured, his breath brushing against your neck. You closed your eyes, trembling at his warmth. Then he straightened up, releasing his grip on you and rising to his feet.

"We must leave,” he snapped. “Seek treatment.”

You chuckled. When it came to sex pollen, there was only one remedy: ride it out. And he knew it as well. You wanted to resist the pull of pollen. But you couldn't deny the heat and desire—the portion that wanted nothing more than to give in. To ask him to touch you and let you feel his strength surrounding you. Allow the sex pollen to take you both.

"Can you stand up?" he asked, his back to you.

Humming at him, you tried—struggled—to stand. You lost your balance when a sharp tinkling slammed against your clit, and fell down. The fall was gentle because his powerful arms had embraced you. You bit your lip to hide the delight at his touch, and opened your eyes to meet his ardent look. His face was now inches from yours, his pupils fully dilated, the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.

Damn… he was affected. Much more than you.

"If you can't move…" His grip tightened slightly, and you noticed a flare of green fire in his eyes. "Then we have to ride it out. Together."

"Yes. Please," you replied, your heart pumping in your chest. "Together."

Your fingers tightened into his arm, squeezing tightly as another wave of tingling warmth washed over you. It wasn't just warmth; it was fire, lighting up every inch of your body in ways you'd never experienced before. Every feeling was heightened, the air on your skin causing you to shudder with need.

“Grom…” your voice cracked, “I… I can’t… Please…” The word came out in a strained whisper, scarcely audible, but that was all you could manage. Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you couldn't stop the words from coming out.

"You don't understand," he grumbled. "I'm also affected, and it's too much. "I can't... I can't think. I can't stop it. My control is slipping, and I am afraid of..."

“Please, Grom… I need… I need you."

"I know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I can feel it, too. I can smell your arousal. You smell so good, little one."

You whimpered when you heard the endearment. He never called you sweet nicknames. He was always professional and serious, but oh, how you loved the sound of "my little one" on his lips. You wanted to hear him repeat it every day.

Body on fire, you grasped him, every inch of you crying for release. More liquid warmth gathered low in your belly, soaking your panties and trousers while your legs trembled.

A rumbling growl sounded in his chest. "Fuuuck, you smell amazing. You're sure?" he asked, his composure melting. "You have to be sure, little one. I do not want to hurt you. "I'm bigger, different than you."

You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. “‘M sure,” you whimpered, trembling against him.

“You can take my orc cock?” he drawled, thoroughly enjoying you dripping and shivering all over.

“Hmm! Can and will take it. I need you… I can’t—oh gods, I can’t hold on anymore.”

Grom’s eyes flared at your words, his hands gripping your waist tighter as if trying to ground himself. His jaw tensed and he inhaled deeply through his nose, his massive chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Finally, the last shred of his restraint snapped, and his eyes darkened with a brew of desire and resolve.

His large hands moved up to cup your face, pulling you in closer. “Then I’ll help you, my little one. I’ll make it right.”

His lips crashed down on yours with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned lewdly and hugged him, squeezing your sensitive breasts against his chest, sighing at the pleasurable friction. Careful not to hurt you with his tusks, his tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting you. Your tongue played with his, dancing in a come hither motion. The kiss was rough, needy, and moist, with his hands roaming your body, your hands tangling in his thick hair as you kissed him back with fervor.

The haze around you thickened, the warmth from the pollen seeping deeper into your bodies. You fit together like puzzle pieces, the electric spark between you growing stronger, the pollen amplifying every sensation tenfold.

Unable to withstand the layers of clothes separating you, you dragged off your clothes, impatiently tugging at them while keeping your mouths fused. He assisted, his hands ripping fabric apart until you were both naked, heated skin against heated skin. Grom groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming your body, kneading the soft flesh of your shoulders, your breasts, your soft belly and hips before sliding lower.

Sitting back on his haunches, he lifted you easily, pulling you to straddle his massive frame, your legs spreading on either side of his hard thighs. His chest was warm and solid against yours, his heartbeat thunderous, matching the wild rhythm of your own. His cock jutted up against your belly, huge and veined, leaking moisture.

You were struck at the differences in your physiques, even with him kneeling back and you riding him, you could barely reach his shoulders, and his cock was just as large and proportionate to his size, pulsating up your heaving breasts and dribbling pre-cum on your nipples. Enjoying the same sight, he cupped your asscheeks and pulled them apart, keeping his massive cock snuggled against your breasts.

You moaned when a thick finger brushed against your heat, tickling the aching that had developed since the pollen touched you. As he circled your pussy, you could hear his finger making obscene sounds, teasing your dripping folds and tracing your hole. He opened your outer labia and you gasped, your body arching under his touch, desperate for more.

“Gods,” he growled, thrusting his finger past the resistance of your body. “Fuuuck— so tight…You’re driving me wild, little one.”

“Please, Grom,” you begged again, wiggling your waist to urge him to pump that blessed finger that stayed deep in your depths. “I need you now.”

He chuckled and curled his finger inside you. “Patience, sweetheart. You are so little. Your pussy can’t take me yet.”

“I can! I can’t take you, always wanted to—” you stopped, realizing what you’d revealed.

“You always wanted me to fuck you?” He filled your sentence as he fingered you slowly, gathering your wetness and spreading it all over your cunt and clit.

You swallowed hard. “Hmm… always wanted you. I always feel so attracted to you.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” he moaned, kissing you sloppily. “I’ve wanted you every day. Wanted to rip your clothes apart, lick you from head to toe and thrust my dick in that sweet-scented pussy of yours. I’ll fuck you today— more than once, and you’ll be mine,” he whispered, his voice rough but tender.  “Mine. My mate.”

You nodded, your breath hitching when he added a second finger inside you. “I’m yours,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with need. “Please… make me feel whole again.”

With that, the world around you vanished, leaving nothing but immense pleasure that surged up your body and burst forth in a fine explosion. You rode his fingers, kissed him, and held him for dear life. You could hear your loud moans, his rough groans as he finger-fucked you, and the lewd sounds you made with all the juices pouring down your thighs. It was heaven—no, it felt better than heaven. And all you wanted to do was lose yourself in it and let him transport you both into a world of pure, unmistakable yearning.

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Hugs, Kate.

Your face is buried in the sheets, mouth open and drooling, while Caleb destroys you from behind like he’s got something to prove. His grip on your hips is savage, nails digging into your skin with every ruthless thrust that makes your ass jiggle and your legs go numb. He’s not speaking—he’s growling, low and guttural, the sound of a man obsessed, drunk off the way your cunt clenches around him.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, sweat dripping down his neck as he slams into you again, rough and deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You hear that? That wet, messy sound? That’s you.” He yanks you back by the hair, arching your back until your spine aches. “So fucking loud, you little whore. Bet you’d cum just from being filled like this.”

You're drooling on yourself, brain mush, throat raw from moaning his name so many times it barely sounds human anymore. Caleb shoves two fingers into your mouth anyway, forcing your jaw open wider. “Suck,” he commands, eyes dark with something feral. “Gag on them if you can’t shut the fuck up.”

You choke, spit coating his fingers and running down your chin, and he laughs—low and mean, loving every second. “Look at you. Ruined. Fucking dripping. You were made for this—made to take my cock.”

Then he spits on your hole just to watch it mix with the slick already smeared across your thighs, and slams into you again, making your whole body jolt.

“Gonna breed you,” he mutters, drunk on the feel of you. “Pump you so full, you won’t know if you’re crying or cumming. Keep you stuffed for hours—days—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a whimper, and Caleb’s already pounding into you again, faster now—ruthless, punishing. His hips slap against your ass in a wet, obscene rhythm, and every time he hits that spot, your body convulses around him like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“Cumming again?” he sneers, not slowing down even when you tremble under him. “Yeah, take it. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

When he finally releases inside you, it’s with a deep, vicious grunt—burying himself to the hilt and holding you there, shaking, while thick warmth floods your insides. He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t soften.

He just keeps moving.

“Did I say I was done?”

（・+・マ！

birthday sex with caleb is soo sweet.♡ he’s so eager to pump all his love into you!

like, he’s pressing you deep into the mattress, his large hands pushing your knees up to your ears as he folds you over. your pussy’s so loud, gushing wet juices as he feeds you inch after inch of his fat cock. you can barely breath, mewling out small whimpers of his name.

“s’too much!” you cry, shaky hands gripping the sheets as his heavy cock splits you open. caleb just shakes his head, his eyes too focused on how perfectly your pussy’s sucking in his dick.

“you can take it, princess” he cooes, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your plump lips.

his thrusts are slow and deep, shaking the bed everytime he slams into you. his eyes can’t help but roll back at the feeling your sweet pussy clamping so hard around him. you’re milking him so well!

“oh, fuck” he chokes out, “birthday pussy’s gna kill me.” he says between kisses.

you’re biting back tears from how insane the stretch is, your heads thrown back into the pillow while his cock heads grinding perfectly into that spongy spot.

“caleb! please!” you hiccup, feeling your body tense up; you’re so close to cumming already. your thighs are aching so bad and you can barely breathe, but he doesn’t let up.

Caleb knows you’re close, can tell by the way you’re clamping so hard around him. he can feel that gooey pussy spasming and begging for his cum.

he’s so mean because he pushes his body weight on you and grinds his dick further into your sweet spot. now you really can’t breath! with his weight heavy on you and his cock fucking you so well, you completely come undone.

sobbing out moans, you wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses you.

“that’s it baby, cum for daddy,” he’s so proud of you. loving the way you can’t control your spasming body.

you’re barely able to kiss him back. stars are exploding behind your eyelids. your body’s trying to curl in on itself but it can’t with the way caleb’s laying on you.

honestly, caleb’s barely holding on. your warm pussy is so perfect, tightening around him and squeezing him so well; he ends up cumming sooner than he wanted to. and god it’s so much. just spurt after spurt of heavy, thick cum.

“ ‘m sorry pipsqueak, couldn’t hold it in” he chokes out. his stomach’s flipping, waves of red hot pleasure coursing through his body. he’s panting in your ear and begging you to forgive him for not being able to stop himself.

you feel so full, his warm cum nestled deep within your cunny. best birthday ever!

No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

Status: Requested!

Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who’s 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice… {There’s more, but I’m not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn​

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song “Daddy Issues” by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going…

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc​}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY…

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suna rintarou as your bsf that lowk wants you BAD

tags/warning : segsual jokes (as always) , lowk fanon suna but like i’m obsessed

the people asked for more and i shall deliver 😞🙏

part1/part2/part3/part4/part5

Premise : you’ve been best friends with suna since high school and you both knew that the other doesn’t like commitment. you still want each other tho.

pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

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suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while it creased to the of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

masterlist here

RINTAROU SUNA x gn!reader

c/w: smau, cursing, set in time-skip, suna is lowkey (?) down bad and kinda cringe idk lol, mentions of alcohol, angst (?), bad pick-up line, suna is a loser, sorry if I missed some

a/n: a silly little short idea that came to life through a particular text I received irl and the discord server saying it's high school suna coded (tho I changed it to time-skip suna lol) and I hope you'll enjoy !!

please consider leaving a like, reblog or follow if you enjoyed !! <3

in which rintarou suna got your socials through your friend atsumu..

taglist: @sahrii @dearru @chloiyoomi @angeleilee <3

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suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.

you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.

its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.

rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.

rinny's note: reader doesnt remember anything (me)

five senses

1.7k words. 🔞 NSFW. 18+ MDNI 🔞

cw: somnophilia (dubious consent), vaginal penetration, masturbation, oral (cunnilingus), panty fuckin, multiple orgasms, creampie, come eating

when caleb accidentally caught you masturbating, it was an honest mistake.

but it becomes all he could think about— consuming his every thought for days and nights on end. he restlessly tosses and turns in bed, replaying that moment over and over again: you, wearing his shirt, moaning his name, thinking that pink dildo you're fucking yourself stupid on could be him. he never knew that his name could sound so sweet until that very moment. it doesn't help that caleb already struggles with falling asleep. and as if to rub it in his face, he begins hearing stifled moans from your room in the middle of the night.

caleb is only human. he could only hold it in for so long— resisting temptation and acting unknowing, before he breaks. 

and surely enough, he's quietly making his way into your room one night. in the dimly lit room, with only the glow from the moon illuminating, he's careful not to wake you up as the mattress dips with the weight of his large frame sliding and curling up behind you. settling under the thin blanket, his hand slides underneath your (his) shirt, lightly grazing over your bare skin and panties. feeling the little bow on the waistband of the underwear, his lips form a grin as he could instantly imagine exactly which pair you're wearing. often helping you with your laundry so often has its… perks.

reaching into his boxers, caleb pulls out his already half-hardened, sensitive cock— the result of thinking about you practically everyday for the past two weeks. his breath slightly hitches, eyes half-lidded as he wraps his large hands around his length, slowly pumping himself while imagining you.

its not long before his hard cock has precum drooling out of the tip and his balls are tensing up. unsurprisingly, it doesn't take much for caleb to get so riled up when he's thinking about you. his strokes become louder, wetter, more frantic as he finds that his hands aren't enough— he's getting greedier and bolder by the moment.

a part of him feels guilty. how dirty of him to be touching himself mere inches away from you as you lay peacefully, unbeknownst to him. but as much as he feels guilty, a thrill still seeps through his mind. after he had heard your pretty moans of his name, you wouldn't mind… right?

"maybe… just the tip…" he convinces himself. his cock angrily pulses at the thought of your sloppy cunt tightly swallowing him up. "fuh-f-fuckk,” he quietly groans, his voice a ragged breath. he buries his head into a pillow, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

caleb then carefully parts your legs, positioning himself closer behind you. he lets out a shaky exhale as he buries his cock in between your warm, plush thighs. a quiet whine spills from his throat as he rubs against you, feeling how wet the thin material of your panties have become. carefully, he hooks his fingers onto your panties, slightly pulling them away from you so he could fuck you with your cute lil' panties on. as caleb buries himself snug between the wet fabric that clings onto him and your sopping folds, his cock throbs at the thought of you, in public, wearing your panties stained with his cum.

with the feeling of his shaft grinding against your bare pussy, you let out a sleepy, soft hum alongside a wiggle of your hips. it causes caleb to immediately halt and hold his breath. only when your movements settle does he start again. his large, warm hands rest at your waist, just barely guiding you as his breath and thrusts get heavier with each passing moment that you don't awake from.

"that's it, pretty girl…"

even without fully waking up, you're eventually getting soaked and your breaths are turning into gasps. you must think that you're in a sweet dream— how cute.

but you begin to feel his increasing desperation that shifts the bed with each roll of his hips, causing you to slowly wake up from your slumber.

“c-caleb…?” you wearily mumble, still half asleep as you try to turn your head behind you. a soft whine immediately escapes your throat, and you're instinctively grinding your hips back against him as you feel his thick cock rubbing against you. your eyelids are still heavy with sleep, and your mind is lost in a daze of sleepiness and pleasure. 

caleb's heart skips a beat from hearing how sleepy and clueless you sound, yet continuing to push your hips into him. “ahh-, f-fuck, baby,” he pants, burying his face into your neck. he would say more, perhaps try to explain himself, but all he could think about was how good hes feeling inbetween your pussy and panties.

taking your moans as a sign, caleb's arm wraps around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him. his resolute quickly falters under the smell of your body wash and the warmth of your body. he needs more of you.

“p-please…, let me put it in,” he begs into your ears, his voice a high-pitched whine.

of course, you give in.

caleb is ecstatic when you give him permission, eagerly adjusting his position and maneuvering your pliant body before letting his heavy, thick cock sink into you with a loud squelch. the both of you gasp from the sensation of your tight, warm walls being filled up. feeling every ridge and vein of his cock aginst you, you let out a wanton moan his name. it sends a wave of arousal coursing through him— his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, its fat tip touching your cervix.

"don't- hah, moan… like that… gonna cum too quickly," caleb breathily stutters. he pauses for a moment to adjust, before he's pulling back and heavily thrusting into you.

with the added stimulation of your own fingers tightly rubbing circles on your clit, your climax rapidly builds. the air quickly becomes hot and heavy with needy pants and whines spilling out from the both of you. its not long before a white ring forms at the base of his cock and spilling over his balls, a copious accumulation of slick. your panties, even though pulled aside, are still getting soaked from overspilling juices.

calebs desperately begging to cum inside of you. after, of course, you cream yourself around him— hard. when you cum, your body jerks and trembles as hes practically using your sensitive cunt, relentlessly fucking and spilling his warm seed deep into you.

but this is not nearly enough to satiate him. afterall, he has spent his entire life desperately in love with you. a life-time of pent up desires can't just be satisfied this easily.

and so, you easily succumb to his pleas to have more: to have you sit on his face while he laps at your creamy folds. he's helping you take off your panties, before he hungrily slots himself in between your legs. 

“pleasepleaseplease, sit on me baby, please,” he almost cries out, his voice a warm huff of air against your skin. "please baby, all of your weight."

when you finally sit on his face, he spontaneously lets out a moan from the pleasure of being caged underneath your pussy and the weight of you. it's all he could ask for and more. smelling your heady scent, his tongue licks a wet stripe up your sopping cunt. the taste of both of you lingers on his tongue as he attaches his lips to swirl and suckle on your swollen clit underneath your hood.

you mewl, slightly wincing from the overstimulation. your body instinctively tries to pull away from him. but both of caleb's hands firmly grip over your soft thighs, holding you in place. his motions encourage you to roll your hips, to use his mouth to your own pleasure— which you slowly begin to do as you overcome the pain.

taking a hand off of you, he wraps your soaked, creamed undies onto his bare cock, already hardened and leaking again from tasting you. if the panties weren't already drenched, they are now.

his mind quickly becomes a foggy haze as he ruts up into his own hand like a pathetic pup that's desperate for you to occupy all five of his senses: to touch you, smell you, hear you, see you, taste you. his moans and whimpers are muffled by your juices, his neck and chin glistening from saliva and slick as you buck into his face. the bridge of his nose nudges against your puffed up clit as his tongue budges its way into your wet, gummy walls, feeling and tasting the globs of cum and arousal as they drip out of you and into his mouth.

"caleb, please," you choke out, struggling to string together a coherent sentence. "c-close, 'm close!" this time, you're the one begging. your fingers intertwine with the soft strands of his hair, pulling his face deeper into the rolls of your hips. there's no tempo or rhythm anymore— just erratic, needy grinding.

caleb replaces his tongue inside of you with two of his fingers, sinking them knuckle-deep into your clenching walls. he's just as close as you are, fucking himself with your panties. frankly, he could probably cum from just looking at how debauched and erotic you look above him: your mouth agape, eyes barely open, and pert nipples all on display as you use his mouth. but he wants to cum with you.

suddenly, his fingers curl up into you as his tongue focuses on flicking over your pearly clit. it becomes too much for you, making your eyes roll back and see white. with a loud moan of his name, you cum around his fingers and it subsequently sends him toppling over the edge. milky white cum spurts all over his hand and your panties as he lowly groans into your cunt— every vibration felt by you.

letting go of his softening cock, his arms keep your spasming pussy close to his face. he takes his sweet time cleaning you up with his mouth, drinking you up like a parched man. despite your sobs and squirming, quivering thighs, his adam's apple bob with each gulp of you. he makes sure to be thorough with you, to not waste a single drop.

a/n: not me posting filthy smut at 8am after staying up all night to write it. anything for CALEB MY PANTY SNIFFING KING!!

Zayne is fairly misunderstood.

…and he uses it to his advantage.

Bless your heart, really, you’ve not only misunderstood his intentions — but severely underestimated him as well.

Zayne, your sweet, stoic, not all that affectionate Zayne.

You respect his boundaries — Akso hospital’s pride and joy chief cardiac surgeon had a reputation to uphold. And even if it killed him, you never tried to cross any lines. He couldn’t be seen smothering you with his kisses, pushing you up against his office wall with one hand squeezing your pretty tit, his thigh shoved between your legs and—

Cheeks flushed and ears burning red, Zayne adjusts his glasses as you continue to ramble through the typical physical checkup questions.

You’d been too tired to catch the doctor daydreaming — or fantasizing might be a better word for his train of thought.

“Have you been taking time to perform self care?” Ambiguous, sure. Suggestive? Maybe. Zayne would do anything to keep that pretty mouth of yours going. Let him get lost in thought for a little longer and—

“What kind of self care?”

Several ideas flash through his mind and he has to clear his throat before looking away. Whatever shreds of self composure he could find, he needed to tie together and try and make it through the next ten minutes.

“Well…” but it was too damn late.

Such a pervert. Zayne’s head is full of some of the most impure, immoral, scandalous thoughts his touch starved mind could conjure. He’s suddenly all too thankful his desk has a panel in the front, hiding his lower half from sight.

He doesn’t mean to. He respects you wholeheartedly, would never make sleazy comments towards you or so much as make a crude joke with his dry humor.

But — gods above — he craves you so desperately.

Sometimes his mind gets the better of him, like right now, when he’s been so frustrated with work he hasn’t even found a moment of peace to himself to even consider unwinding in any way possible.

“…have you ever tried facials?”

Banner from @cafekitsune <3

just as you’re about to enter the kitchen, you feel a solid grip on your shoulder.

‘what job does your ass have in the kitchen at-‘ he tilts his head towards the clock ‘at 11 fucking pm?’ his eyebrows are raised, his face full of questions.

‘i’m just gonna go fix myself something to eat’ you reply.

‘i just fed you an hour ago you gremlin’ his face scrunches.

‘i know ryo and i love you for that, but i’m still hungry’ you pout.

unbelievable.

he just wants to sleep (possibly cuddle with you) so why are you ruining it for him?

and “fix yourself something to eat?” don’t make him laugh, that’s his job.

inhaling his frustration, he struts into the kitchen, and opens the fridge to pick out a few items ‘i should charge you for the things you make me do’ he glares at you as he puts on his “chef@work, do not disturb” apron.

‘but you love it when i make you do stuff for me’

that, he cannot argue with.

a few minutes pass by and the smell of whatever he’s cooking, fills the air.

‘ryo how much longer!? ‘m starving. you can even hear my stomach grumble’

he stops mid stirring as he sets down his spatula, and turns to you with a glare-

‘i don’t fucking recommend it but try cooking for once before you run your mouth. brat’ he rolls his eyes.

you giggle at this, knowing that the world may come to an end before the sukuna lets you anywhere near his kitchen.

yeah no, as long as you’re tied to him (which is forever) you’re gonna eat what only he cooks.

as hunger takes over your rational thinking, you waddle into the kitchen, your hands wrapping him from behind as you plant a kiss on his back.

‘you have amazing back muscles, has anyone ever told you that?’ you squeeze them to prove your point.

‘get your grubby hands off of me you freak! and here, eat this and get your ass to bed’ he says as he hands you a plate.

you take it to the table and settle down, ready to delve into the food.

shoving a spoonful of it into your mouth ‘mhmmm! oh my god- this tastes so good ryo!’ you look at him.

‘i bet, and chew your goddamn food properly’ he tsks, finger reaching out to wipe off the sauce at the corner of your mouth.

yeah he’s sleepy, but he’d never let you go to bed hungry.

(rblog if you find chefs hawt🍜🤘🏼)

"tears"

fluff for the sukuna fans bc i've been in a soft sukuna mood

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: sukuna isn't a stranger to arguments with you, but when he catches you crying after a particularly harsh one, he finds himself scrambling to fix it... in his own way

to sum it up: sukuna is an asshole but he loves you, so he tries his best

WC: 3,296

Warning(s): a lil angst

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you first started a relationship with the infamous king of curses, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less when his tendency to be an asshole hurt your feelings. 

You know Sukuna isn’t a sentimental person who cares much for things like verbal reassurance, or consideration for the way the things he says can impact you, or anyone for that matter, but damn! Sometimes, he’s just too much of a jerk for you to handle, and Sukuna himself has no idea why your fragile human emotions sway you to be so affected by him. He doesn’t even think he’s said anything wrong the times in which you grow angry with him.

Now, Sukuna can handle your anger. Anger is good. Anger means that there is something he can react to, something he can tame or involve into your intimacies when he takes your mind off of silly arguments or subdues your attitude over what he deems to be small inconveniences. Anger is the only human emotion that he has felt himself in his many years of existence, so he knows what to expect. He understands it. He’s not, in the slightest, intimidated by it.

But what Sukuna finds he can not handle is the sound of your sniffles that resound from behind your door after you’ve just slammed it into his face. Sukuna angles his brows, pressing his ear to the door in confusion. Are you… cold? Coming down with a fever? What the hell are you sniffing your nose so much for?

Then he hears the meek gasps that intercept, the vocalization of pain that creeps into your weakened inhalations that accompany your damned sniffling. That’s when he realizes that you’re crying, and his pupils shrink slightly knowing that he has gone a little too far this time. 

Hell, how is he supposed to handle you crying? He can’t fuck your sadness away like he can with your irritation. He can’t mirror your sadness, since he has no clue what the hell it’s supposed to feel like. He can’t empathize with it either, for he has no idea what he could have done to bring tears to your eyes and empathy, well, it’s not in his vocabulary to begin with. It’s pathetic, he thinks, the way you have allowed him to bother you this much…

Yet it kills him to know that he’s the reason behind your tears.

He stands there for some time, unsure of what to do. Should he get Uraume to handle this? No, that may make things worse. You may want to be alone.

He turns to leave, but something stops him. He feels an ache in his chest, pressing his hand to his bicep. What the hell? What is this feeling?

He can still hear you crying, and somehow, it sounds like it’s getting worse, louder, or perhaps that is all in his head. He can no longer tell, but that sound you’re making is the only thing occupying his mind, and it’s ruining him. It’s making his chest tighten, his brow furrow, his lips press together tightly. He should leave, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to abandon you like this. 

Never once in his life has Sukuna felt remorse. Not even for all the times he has made you angry in the past when you two have had arguments. He is so quick to blame your reactions to things on your feeble human emotions. He is so quick to evade responsibility, or more so, refrain from guilting himself over the things he is responsible for. He is so quick to dismiss you, but it’s always fine because he has never witnessed you grow sad over his behavior, not until now.

Sukuna turns back to your door slowly. His hand flies to grab the handle to throw the door open, but he hesitates. He’s unsure of what’s happening to him, for he’s never hesitated before in his life. This, you crying, him second guessing himself, it’s all so new and he hates it. He needs to fix this immediately. 

What do you humans like when you are upset? There’s a word that’s slipping his mind, one he always hears you pester him for but turns down repeatedly. He had found the concept so irrelevant that he hadn’t even bothered to recall what it’s called.

He crosses his arms and stares ahead harshly in thought, then it comes to him. An apology! Yes, that’s what it is. But of course, you can’t expect him to verbalize such a thing. You must want something as a gift. A physical representation of his desire not to see you cry. He rushes off to locate Uraume for preparations.

About an hour later, you’re curled up on your bed and facing the wall with a blank stare. Your tears stopped a while ago, and since you hadn’t heard from Sukuna, you assumed he just didn’t care about your feelings. Like always.

“Oi,” a gruff voice through the door startles you. You jump and turn over, curling your brows in confusion at the sound of Sukuna’s voice. For a moment, you don’t believe he is speaking to you, so you wait some time to see if he will speak again. “I know you can hear me in there,” his voice sounds again, and you groan.

“Go away,” you tell him, flipping back over.

Sukuna, on the other side of the wall, clicks his tongue in agitation. “Quit your pouting and come open this door.”

“No. Until you learn how to treat me better, I don’t want to see you.”

Treat you better? Sukuna doesn’t understand this nonsense. You live in his large estate, you’re pampered by servants, showered with gifts and homemade meals, you sleep by his side every night, and he allows you to disrespect him far more often than he should. Not to mention, he has his arms full of presents at this very moment that are preventing him from opening the door himself. How can he possibly treat you any better than he’s already treating you?

He growls lowly and closes his eyes in irritation. “If you open the door, your mood will improve.”

“I don’t want anything other than what I just said.”

Sukuna’s eye twitches. Why are you so damn difficult? “What is your-”

“Go. Away.”

Oh. Alright, then. 

You sit up abruptly when Sukuna’s foot breaks in the door with a loud crash. You stare with wide eyes, the door, now off its hinge, creaking open weakly to reveal the king of curses with his arms full of several bouquets of flowers.

“What the fuck, Sukuna?!” you cry. He only stares frustratedly as he walks into the space univinted.

“This was going to go on for too long if I hadn’t done something,” he says, approaching the side of your bed.

“You can’t just- fuck! What is wrong with you?”

Okay… this is already going poorly. 

This is not the reaction he had desired from you, and perhaps he should have revisited the idea of kicking in the door, but he had been growing impatient. Despite his big talk, he doesn’t like when you speak to him in such a cold way. He doesn’t like being separated from you. He doesn’t like not being able to see your face, and after all the work he has just done to collect these plants for you, he can not tolerate being turned away. 

“Must you be so dramatic?” he tsks. “Do you not see what I have brought to you? Don’t you humans like these things?”

You stare at him incredulously, mouth agape. Sukuna can see the tear stains clear on your face, and his heart clenches again. God, why is that sight so abominable? 

He holds his arms out, presenting the flowers to you as if you could have possibly missed them. “They are yours. Take them and be done with this.”

“Be done with what, Sukuna?” you shake your head, face scrunched.

“With your tantrum- your tears, and the sniffles. Be done with them now. Here.”

You scoff. “Do you even know why you're giving these to me?”

Sukuna raises a brow. “To cease your tantrum. As I just said.”

“I can’t with you sometimes, Sukuna. Honestly.” 

“This is really the thanks that I get for bringing you these damn flowers? I thought you were supposed to like things like this. Why would you make me waste my time?”

“If you think it’s a fucking waste of time to bring me flowers, then there’s your problem right there,” you raise your voice, pointing at him accusingly. Sukuna’s face hardens. He thinks you’re getting angry again, but he can still see the sadness behind your eyes. You look almost… defeated. “And if you knew me at all, you’d know that I never cared about any of that stuff. I never cared about the flashiness or the gifts or whatever the fuck.”

Sukuna lowers his hands, letting the bouquets drop carelessly to the floor. “Now you are accusing me of not knowing you?” he seethes. “I’m not sure when you decided that it was acceptable for you to speak to me this way, but I will not tolerate it. I do nothing but dote on you, you ungrateful brat.”

“Yeah, sure, you dote on me, and then you turn around and berate me and call everything I feel stupid because you don’t care to even try to understand why some of the things you say are not okay!”

Sukuna walks closer to invade your personal space, leaning in to glare angrily at you as you do the same. This is what he knows. This is what he chooses to respond to. Not the curl in your brow, not the tremble of your lips, not the unsteadiness of your voice, but your anger. “Why should I care if all you do is whine,” he grumbles. 

You clamp your mouth shut as a lump forms in your throat. Sukuna watches you unravel before him, and while he tries to keep an unmoved expression, he is internally panicking when he sees your eyes gloss over again and your nose flare. 

Shit. He’s supposed to be making you feel better. How has he gone and made things worse again? Why is he incapable of understanding how to be what you want him to be?

You take in a trembling inhale as your hands clench and unclench at your sides. You don’t want him to see you cry. You don’t want him to call you weak, but you can’t help the tear that breaks past your lashes and dashes down your cheek, a physical display of your heartache. 

Sukuna’s crimson eyes fly to the tear, and his brows smooth out against his intent. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You’re crying again, and it’s his fault. It’s always been his fault. What is this now that he’s feeling? Regret? Shame? Is that what is clawing at his chest and stripping him of his resolve? Making him wish to replay this entire interaction so that you do not appear before him with tears in your eyes once more? Is this what it is to fall? 

You rub angrily at your eyes and huff, turning away from him and plopping back down on your bed, back facing him. You shut yourself away, close yourself off, and deprive Sukuna of your pretty face for the second time today. “Just leave me alone. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t give a fuck about me or anything, for that matter.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen slightly with the deepening of his frown. That ache he has felt in his chest spreads throughout his body, serving as tension in his back, head, and shoulders. You think he doesn’t care for you? What nonsense. You’re the only being on this planet who has made a millennia of existence worth living, and you think he doesn’t care?

Sukuna can not even pin the blame onto you this time around. He can not accuse you of overreacting, nor can he evade such a thing that is so clearly his doing. He has made you feel uncared for, and while his temper may get out of hand, and his inability to fully comprehend the plagues of the human mind gets in the way, and he never tells you that he loves you, making you feel unloved is the last thing he ever meant to do. 

“Hey,” he mumbles, but you do not move. You cling to yourself for comfort because you do not believe he can provide any for you. “Brat-” he starts, but rethinks. He reaches his hand out to you. “(Y/n). Enough of this.”

“I don’t want to see you right now, Sukuna. Can’t you respect at least that for once?” you croak. 

His hand freezes and he lets it fall. Respect. Understanding. That is what you want from him, and he has not been giving it to you. He has not been giving you anything that you request of him emotionally, for that matter. He has been neglecting your mental needs whilst overpowering you with the physical, and it’s drawn you away from him. 

He could force you to get up. He could drag you by your hair to his bedroom. He could make you look him in the eye, make you stay with him, make you stay silent about this from this point on and forever more. Sukuna has the power and the authority to do so…

But the idea is not appealing. Not in the slightest.

Sukuna wants you happy. He wants you to want to be with him willingly, and if he ignores your consent now of all times, it would be like throwing away the life he has built with you. Throwing away your desires, and Sukuna does not long for a world in which you are any more uncomfortable than you already are. 

He takes a step back, looking over the flowers that he has dropped, and accepts the will of the mortal he fell in love with. 

“I will be in my chambers if or whenever you wish to see me,” he says lowly, giving in. He moves to leave but stops himself once more. He never had stopped himself this much before. “...I apologize for making you cry. I will send someone to fix your door immediately.”

Sukuna is well on his way when he hears you shuffling behind him. He turns, admittedly hopeful for your reaction, and finds you peeking in confusion over your shoulder. “...What did you just say?” you whisper.

The king of curses stalls, looking directly into your eyes from across the room. He feels suddenly… weak. Vulnerable. For the first time, he has relented his power for you to take hold of, and it feels strange to say the very least. “Do you wish for me to repeat myself?”

You sit up slowly, turning around. You knuckle at your red nose, watching him suspiciously. “I do. I may have misheard you.”

He studies you for a moment until he realizes that you are being facetious. “You heard me the first time.”

“Maybe I just want you to say it again.”

Sukuna sighs heavily. “I did not intend to make you cry, nor did I intend to make you feel as though I do not care for you. That is a foolish thought, but I understand I do not convey the depth of my feelings for you the way you wish me to convey it.”

You look dumbfounded as you stare at him in silence. Sukuna clicks his tongue, unsure of how you are going to respond. 

“Quit staring at me and say something, woman.”

“I just… never thought…” you trail off, swallowing harshly. “I never thought you would ever say something like that to me.”

“You will only hear me say such things when you are- when I’ve made you unhappy,” he clarifies firmly. Your nose twitches, an involuntary movement that Sukuna catches and finds entirely too adorable. Your eyes are still damp, but your breathing has evened out. 

“That’s the first,” you quip.

“Enough.”

You press your lips together, glancing at the flowers Sukuna brought you. Just then, you notice that they are your favorite. 

You tell yourself you knew what you were getting into when you first started dating the king of curses, but at times you forget that Sukuna is in fact a demon, and a king at that. He does not believe in any better than what he is.

“You hurt my feelings, Sukuna,” you say softly. “Don’t you get what that means? At least for me?”

“No,” he responds honestly. “But I do see now that you have different needs. And I understand that I refuse to watch you cry if there is something I can do about it.”

You try to remain angry with him. You try to keep yourself distanced, but you can not help the way that you are softening, and Sukuna notices. A hint of a smirk curves at the corner of his lips. 

“Is that all I had to say to make this better?”

“Shut the hell up,” you hiss. “It wouldn’t have killed you to apologize for the hundreds of other times we’ve fought, you know.”

“You weren’t crying the other times, woman.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you roll your eyes. 

Sukuna tilts his head, placing a hand on his hip. “You’re not still upset, are you?”

“Yes,” you pout, and he catches on.

“What is it you want now, to be pampered like a spoiled brat?” 

He makes the suggestion as if to offend you, but the two of you both know that he is hardly making a joke. “What I want is for you to fuck off.”

A chuckle rumbles in Sukuna’s throat as he makes his way over to you. You immediately break and screech when he yanks you forward by your ankle and loops you up into his arms before sitting down on your bed and setting you in his lap. 

He looks you dead in the eye and lifts a rough thumb, swiping stubbornly at your tear stains and your damp lashes. “Crybaby,” he mutters, and you swat his hand away.

“Whatever, asshole.” You push at his chest with weak contempt and he looks at you boredly.

“You’re pitiful,” he grumbles, gripping your chin securely and guiding it to him. His blood red eyes seep into yours, gazing intently. “No more tears, do you understand?”

“Then don’t make me sad.”

“I won’t,” he tells you confidently.

A smile twitches on your lips as you look over him, completely unfamiliar with this side of the king of curses. “Can you do one more thing for me, and then I’ll maybe think about forgiving you?” you bite your lip, pressing your finger to his broad shoulder.

Sukuna grunts. “More demands, huh? I suppose you know how to take advantage of a situation. What more do you want?”

You wrap your arms over his neck. “Tell me how much you care about me,” you sing. 

“Did I not just do so?”

“No, I want you to spell it out. Tell me you love me.”

“I highly tolerate you.”

“Tell me you loveeee me.”

“You are the only human being I do not frown upon.”

“Sukuna.”

“Christ, woman, you’re mine. Isn’t that enough?” he grits his teeth and you snort, patting his cheek gently. 

“For now.”

“Such a pest, you know that?” he mumbles, pushing in swiftly to press his lips firmly to yours in a swift peck. “Don’t ever say I don’t care for you again. It is the most false and offensive thing I have ever heard."

Rotten Apples

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18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you've always hated her. you live your life free from her and caleb. a stranger helps save you from a date gone wrong.

word count: 5.1k words

warnings: extreme loathing, kinda funny, kinda sad, a good mix of everything! mentions of death. not proofread!

author's note: hi! this is my first lads fic! it's lowkey a mess and is all over the place, but that's okay! i hope you all enjoy! <33 please feel free to comment! i love any & all feedback! <33

edit: part 2 will be coming soon! thank you for all the love on this! i love & appreciate every single one of you!

You never thought yourself to be a hateful person, but whenever you saw Caleb with her, your heart boiled. His smile was always the brightest with her. He always handed her the first water bottle after a run around the neighborhood. His eyes were always on her and not you during study hall. They shared giggles with one another and you were the last to know the joke as you filled out blank homework pages. Whenever she walked into a room, he jumped to her side and aided her with whatever it is she needed.

And she always needed something.

Your friendship with Caleb and the girl you deemed a she-devil blossomed from a young age, having been next-door neighbors with Josephine. You are older than her yet still a few months younger than Caleb, which meant that the two of you had to look out for her.

She was naive in many ways. She always trusts people too easily and is quick to help, not knowing that the world is cruel and is out to hurt her. It’s something you and Caleb bonded over; taking care of her was something you had in common with him alongside planes, absolutely loving apple pie, and always wanting to be the last one tagged during recess.

However, those childhood days have long passed and you’ve settled into a draining routine where you played a background character in someone else’s life.

When you and Caleb reached freshman year of high school, you were sure that he was going to ask you to be his date to the homecoming dance. Instead, you were surprised with the revelation that he was going to stay home and have a movie night with her since she wasn’t in high school yet.

Despite his compliments about your dress, he snuck back inside his house when you asked him if he needed a ride to the dance. She was waving him back inside in the background and he couldn’t have been happier to watch My Little Pony or whatever bullshit she had lined up.

You basked in his frequent compliments when he met you outside your home, when she wasn’t around. Caleb always knew what to say when you had a saddened frown on your face.

“Did James turn you down? I thought he liked you! You’re a catch!” Caleb’s warm words reached your ears and made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. At least he knew then that you were worthwhile. If only he wasn’t so blind to what you had to offer to him.

At least you had a year of high school alone with him. You two even shared a few classes together and had planned study nights to prepare for final exams! Huddled at the desk in his room, you could smell the sweet apple scent of his shampoo and were able to hear through raspiness of his chuckle right next to your ear.

It was fun until she came inside his room, claiming that she wanted to help you two study. That plan lasted for about ten minutes before she whined and complained that she wanted to watch her and Caleb’s favorite show. That night ended up with her snuggled into his side while he stroked her hair. You held the chip bowl, not by choice, and watched as your crush on the boy next door began to deteriorate.

When she finally joined your and Caleb’s high school, you bit your tongue and held back the deplorable comments that shuffled through your mind about his so called beloved. You even held back comments to your new friends about his relationship with her. You knew that if you ever said anything bad about her, he’d come to her defense and shun you for what you’ve said.

It never mattered how you felt. It didn’t matter if you were having a bad day or had just embarrassed yourself in front of your entire gym class when Becky threw a ball right at your face. His attention will forever be owned by her. You’ll never get to know how it feels to always be under his cautious gaze nor will you ever be a recipient of his charming smile.

Truth is, you used to be friends with them. The perpetual third wheel to all of their escapades and adventures. You used to be close to them but as time moved on, they grew closer together and you, well, just didn’t fit into their equation anymore. The funny thing is that they have no clue of their wrongdoing towards you nor did they realize that you had left their group entirely after months of sitting in your room, filled with nothing but discontent as you scrolled through their posted selfies together.

You thought you set yourself free from them. It’s better to watch from afar instead of up close, no? It spares you more heartbreak and it, very selfishly, keeps you away from her.

You can stay away from her smiles. Her laughter. The way her dark hair falls into the perfect messy bun while yours just looks plain erratic. Not to mention the way her hands always lingered on him while you watched, helpless from the other side of the lunch table.

And you can finally break free from that stupid nickname he has for her.

“Hey!” You hear a friend’s voice from over your shoulder. You turn and smile at them, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you ready for the game against the Rams tonight? I heard you’re starting!”

Before you can reply, you hear a thud behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice that Caleb leans against the metal lockers. His arms are crossed over his chest and he wears that stupidly charming  grin on his face.

“You have a game tonight? Why didn’t you tell us?” He asks. Her smile falters.

Us. That damned word.

“It’s not a big deal,” you shrug, placing your leftover books inside the locker. “You two are usually busy anyways doing…whatever…so it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew or not.”

Okay, maybe there is some venom in your tone and malice in the way you throw your books into your locker. To be fair, you’re so fed up with them ghosting you and never showing up to your games that you can’t help but let some of your anger out.

“Woah!” Caleb pushes off the locker and holds his hands in the air. You roll your eyes and slam the locker shut, walking away. He quickly follows and matches your hellish pace. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so distant lately. Me and—”

“Don’t,” you bark. The two of you pause in the middle of the hallway, your eyes locked on his in a heated glare. “How long do you think it’s been since I’ve hung out with you two?”

A look of confusion flashes across his face. You have to stop yourself from looking at the way his face scrunches up, the way his tongue pokes about between his lips while he thinks.

“Hm…like a month?” Caleb’s words are genuine, you know that, but it shatters your heart to know that he doesn’t even realize it’s almost been a year since you two hung out, let alone were in a room together.

“A month?!” You scoff and look away. A laugh filled with disdain and shock escapes your lips. Your hands drop to your side, tightly balled into fists, as anger washes throughout your body. “Caleb, be real with me right now. Do you truly think it’s been a month?”

You want to give him a chance to redeem himself, for him to own up to the mistake he’s made. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

“I do, yes…” he wearily says. Your nostrils flare, cheeks heating with irritation.

“Hey guys!” Her cheerful tone scratches the inside of your brain. You sharply inhale and close your eyes just to open them to the side of her attaching herself to his side. “Are you okay? You look angry,” she remarks and gently places her hand on your shoulder. You immediately slap it away. The tips of your fingers tingle from the smack.

“Hey! What was that for?” Caleb steps in front of her, pushing the teen girl behind him.

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing up at Caleb, who guards her from you.

“Just fuck off and leave me alone!” You snap, pushing past them, your shoulder bumping into Caleb’s bicep. 

“Wait!” Caleb’s voice rings in your ears. A flash of hope makes your heart flutter.

Is he going to chase after you? Will he finally ditch her and see how you’re feeling for a change? Will the old Caleb come back, the one that actually cared about you and your feelings?

Your feet hesitate, pace drastically slowly, still in earshot of the other two’s conversation. You can hear his footsteps coming after you, going from slow to quick, but they suddenly stop.

“She isn’t worth it, Caleb,” her voice shoots any semblance of hope you felt, ripping your heart into shreds. “She’s so mean…she doesn’t deserve your care.”

The hallway in front of you turns glossy. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that brew in your eyes. Your once reluctant pace hastens and you disappear down the hallway, becoming just another face in the crowd.

The year passed and you graduated with a new group of friends; friends that welcomed and invited you with open arms. Your camera roll was no longer sad, filled with empty selfies with her and Caleb not paying attention in the background, shifting to group photos and friends completing the other side of your hand heart. It filled your heart with the joy and happiness that your previous friendships lacked.

And most importantly of all: you were completely over Caleb and didn’t have to spend any more time around her. It’s a relief for you, really, and you’re able to go to the college of your dreams and pursue the career you wanted. 

The saddened memories no longer pained you. They no longer dug into your skin. Instead, you planted them into the soil of your mind, using the special fertilizer (the special ingredient being resent), and grew from them.

So what if they wronged you? You were now free and didn’t owe either of them a damn thing! That is, until Caleb died.

The news nearly broke you. Your mother informed you of the news when you came home for a visit. You were on a much needed break from work and were looking for a chance to relax. Your time of relaxation was quickly turned inside out.

You became a shell of yourself, the last memory of Caleb haunting your mind as you holed up in bed, covers covering the entirety of your body with a small hole for clean and cool breathing air. Your cheeks became perpetually stained with tears, becoming sticky in your sleep before the cycle started all over again.

The day of his funeral was unnecessarily rough. Your mother had to drag you out of bed and help you into the shower, the hot water turning cold from the amount of time you stood there. Once you stepped out, body trembling from the cold air, you stared at the black dress that was laid out across your bed.

It was simple. It stopped mid-thigh and the sleeves ran long down your arms. You paired it nicely with tights from high school, a pair that Caleb complimented you on, and a pair of simple booties.

She was the center of attention, of course, there was no doubt about that. The ache in your chest left you feeling conflicted. She sat alone, head hung low, as people walked by, chuckling as if they weren’t at a funeral reception.

You almost felt bad for her and the way her mascara streaked down her cheeks. She clung to a piece of metal in her hand, occasionally bringing it up to her lips to kiss it.

The distance between the two of you felt like a game of cat and mouse. She took one step forward, you took one back. She entered the hallway you found recluse in, you made sure that there was room in the closet for you to hide in.

You thought that you were able to slip out unnoticed until she called out your name.

“Hi…” your voice falls off. Her fists are balled at her sides, knuckles white.

“What are you doing here?” Her words are sharp, effortlessly slicing into you. “I thought you hated him.”

“I could never hate him…” the words barely come out, just above a meek whisper. She doesn’t say anything else. All she does is stare at you with her heartbroken expression, eyes strained and red from the sobs she let out earlier.

A part of your heart broke for her. The other part remained emotionless, knowing how she tormented you in your younger years by dangling Caleb in front of your face. It tormented you to know that you could still hold a sliver of resentment in your heart for something that happened so long ago. You quietly left, leaving her alone in the hallway, disappearing behind a familiar turn.

A year passes. The hatred you held in your heart has dissipated. You’ve watered the flowers you planted in your mind and the petals read off messages of forgiveness and second chances, even though you made sure to never run into her ever again.

Some people can forgive and forget, but you’ll be sure to forgive and keep a distance.

Skyhaven isn’t too bad of a home. Sure, there’s barely any trace of organic life throughout the city, except for the token tree the mayor decided to add about two months ago, but it’s a nice place to live. You’ve made yourself comfortable. The nightlife is great and the rain is even better. You even made some friends at your job and have gone out on a date or two with a guy who is very attentive.

But none of them are Caleb.

You stare at yourself in the cafe mirror, shaking your head. You fix your disheveled hair, wondering how you managed to spend the last ten minutes digging up the past when you’re on a date with a very cute guy. You bite your lip and tweak the last details of your outfit, flattening out a wrinkle in your skirt.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you glide down the hallway, smiling at the other customers who pass by. You can finally go back to…what’s his name again?

Jared? Clyde? Marc, who always emphasizes that there’s a ‘C’ at the end of his name instead of a ‘K’?

You clap your hands together when the name comes back to you. He jumps in his seat, his eyes closing in on you when you sit down. His smile is a little too goofy, missing out on any kind of charm that he can capitalize on, and you can’t help but watch out of the lower half of your vision as he itches his crotch.

“Thanks for waiting for me, George,” a warm smile spreads across your lips. He matches it and leans forward, pushing a colorful mug in your direction. You watch it closely before drawing it closer to you. You don’t take a sip, though, instead letting the whipped cream on top of the coffee melt. You sigh.

You don’t even liked whipped cream on your coffee. You know who would have remembered that?

“It was no problem at all!” George proudly proclaims. His chair scraps across the wooden floor. He inches closer and closer towards you in an attempt to close the distance but you scoot away from him, keeping a pleased smile on your face.

“So, what were you saying you do for a job?” Your question goes straight to his head. Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you refrain from interrupting him about his long ramble about how he works as a “video game consultant” at a local game store.

The conversation is so painful to sit through. You glance between his beady gaze and the clock on the wall behind him. The ticking hands somehow move slower when he dives into his day to day routine. Maybe the whipped cream isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

An hour goes by and you have barely been able to get a word in. Mugs form into a half-circle in front of you. Your leg bounces up and down, hands jittery. Even your blinking is rapid as you solely stare at the clock.

“That’s enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” George grabs his glass. He ordered a cream soda at the beginning of the date but the cream separated from the colorful soda water, forming into chunky clouds.

“You know what,” you breathe out in a laugh, signaling over your shoulder to the door, “it’s getting late. I have an early start tomorrow so I should get going.” You stand from the chair and snatch your tiny purse from the seat beside you.

The cafe is practically empty now and the sun has set hours ago. You rush towards the exit, the route to the door feeling like it never ends as Greg — oh shit, George! — chases after you. 

The Skyhaven night is nice and crisp. The rain isn’t as hard tonight, just a mere sprinkle, and you rush out into the open, taking a deep breath. The chilled air fills your burning lungs and you’re able to breathe again, that is, until George grabs your hand. You gasp and snatch it back from him.

The raindrops lightly kiss your face but George’s sickening smile makes you want to hurl. He creeps towards you, the moon shining just bright enough for you to see the darkness form in his eyes.

“I have to get home, George!” You nervously chuckle, turning away. You rush towards the nearest bus stop, knowing that there will be other people there to take refuge with. George doesn’t let up though and his movements become more primal and animalistic as the seconds tick by.

“Come on, sweetheart,” George beckons from behind. You can hear his ragged breath from behind you grow close. You brace your body for impact…but nothing comes. Instead, you hear a struggle from behind. You swirl on your heels and stare at the scene behind you.

A tall man pushes George away from you. The moonlight reflects off of the shine of his coat, the top of his hat deflecting the light raindrops. You stagger backward, heart racing inside your chest, as George crumbles to the ground, a blur of red, grey, and blue pushing down on the man.

“She said she’s going home,” the voice growls. It itches the back of your mind, calling to you like a faint memory. “Leave. Or I’ll crush you right here and now.”

The voice beckons to you from the back of your mind, putting it at ease. The voice calls out your name followed by a throaty chuckle. It asks you how you’re doing, if you need help with that week’s math homework. You can also hear his voice apologize to you for forgetting about your plans to go to the movies with your group of friends, making some excuse that she got locked in the attic and needed rescuing.

The moonlight turns dark, the floating rock covered by a cloud, as the figure slowly approaches you. The once soft droplets of rain evolve into hardened projectiles, the wind picking up from all around you. With the weather matching your quickly escalating mood, you march through the rain, the phantom chasing after you.

“Hey! You’re getting soaked!” His voice calls from behind. You pay no attention to it.

The voice sounds exactly like a dead man! A person who is resting in peace six feet under and couldn’t possibly be here in Skyhaven.

You reach the bus stop and hide under the small covering, the rain pounding against the top, rolling off the sides. You hold your arms to yourself and your teeth clatter on the inside of your mouth. You have to tell yourself to not look at the man beside you.

Stranger danger, after all.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop. The stop’s light flickers, adding to the already ominous feeling that forms deep inside your chest. You hug your arms to your body, providing the only warmth in this cold night. “Oh, I get it. You’re mad at me.”

“I don’t even know who you are!” You retort rather quickly, finally looking up at the man.

You gasp and stumble backward. He quickly reaches for you, his large, warm hands gripping your waist, stabilizing you.

He looks down at you with an irresistible and charming smile. His purple eyes seem to glow under the dim lighting. He wears a black and orange rain jacket, black baseball cap sitting on his head. He cocks his head to the side, gaze drifting to memorize your face.

Nausea sweeps over your body. You tear your gaze off of the phantom before you. The cold air pricks the inside of your lungs, rapidly moving in and out of your system.

This can’t be real, right? He cannot possibly be standing in front of you, alive and well, with that damn smile on his face. A single tear rolls down your cheek, your lips parted. Your breath flows out of your mouth in gentle plumes of steam.

“Caleb?” Your voice falters. He chuckles, smoothing down your frizzy hair.

“The one and only! C’mon, you can say it: you missed me!”

You reach out, grabbing his arms, squeezing him. His brows furrow, eyes training themselves on your hands as you poke and prod various parts of his body. You grab his cheeks, pulling on them before squishing his face. He gently takes your hands into his, moving your hands away from his face.

“You done yet?”

“You’re alive!”

“I am well aware of that, yes.” His laugh fills your ears and your heart swells.

Even after all these years of forgetting Caleb, you still end up swooning for him the moment he saves you from Landon.

Or was it David? Eh. It doesn’t really matter.

“How…what…” you stammer, unable to form a cohesive and coherent sentence. Caleb sighs and takes your hand. He flattens your palm against his chest.

How heartbeat is slow and steady…it’s there. You gasp, bottom lip trembling, legs slowly becoming jelly.

Tears freely flow down your face as the realization of his existence sets in.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s breathing.

His last memory of you isn’t you ending your friendship and avoiding him for the rest of your senior year of high school.

You collapse to your knees, hand digging into your chest. A sharp pain slices into your chest as your fingernails dig into your skin in an attempt to grab your heart and to scream at it to calm down. The pounds from your heart makes your ears ring, drowning out the endless pitter patter of rain. Even your lungs feel as if they are on fire, unable to suck in and inhale the oxygen that you need to survive.

Your eyes open and Caleb’s face is right in front of yours. You can hear him speak but cannot make out a single word that he says. He gently helps you back to your feet.

“Take it easy,” his words seep through the sound of your heartbeat, “breathe.”

His hand slides to the back of your neck, warming your body, and his thumb gently grazes the side of your neck. You inhale through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling until all of the air is out of your lungs.

“Does she know?” the question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it.

How could you even ask that at a time like this? You should be seeing if he’s okay! If he’s in any sort of trouble that you can help get him out of.

Did he fake his death? Has he been alive this whole time? When was he going to come see you?

Caleb sharply inhales through gritted teeth, pulling away from your face. You watch him closely, bottom lip trembling.

You know. You know the answer.

Of course she knew before you! She is his beloved, the one person he will spend the rest of his life with. It’s laughable to even think that you stood a chance against her.

“Actually,” you interrupt him, covering his mouth, “don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.” Even though every fiber of your being screamed blood murder at you to figure it out.

Is he dating her? Has he ditched her for good? HAs Caleb finally come to the realization that she isn’t some angel that came down from the heavens.

His purple eyes blink at you, perplexed by your actions. Caleb speaks into your hand but his voice is a mere muffle. You sigh and look out at the pouring rain.

You need to get home.

You need to get home and get away from him.

You need to relieve yourself of any memory, item, or scent that can remind you of him because, well, he clearly isn’t yours to have.

If you stay any longer, you’re going to end up crying in the rain, unloading all of your emotions onto him. And Caleb, who has risen from dead, doesn’t deserve to hear any of it. He’s innocent in all of this and no matter how angry and resentful you can feel towards him, you’ll never be able to hold it against him.

“Get home safe, Caleb,” you breathe the words out, slowly releasing your hand from his mouth.

You push away from him and bare the thundering rain on your own, hugging your jacket to your body. You sprint across the street, desperately needing to get away from him.

Caleb watches you with wide eyes, captivated by the woman you’ve become.

You’ve lost all the baby fat in your cheeks. Your hair is longer and is styled to perfection.

You’re bolder. Funnier, even, whether it’s intentional or not. Caleb laughed at your jokes in the cafe, particularly the ones that George didn’t find funny.

Whatever. He’s an idiot.

He heard your laugh from inside the cafe and got drunk off of it. He found himself smiling wider than he has before in the past year.

You took his mind off of his stressful job, which he just came back from, and relaxed his body. He didn’t think about how ling he stayed in that damned tunnel nor did he think about his connections with Ever.

Your laugh turned off the fight or flight switch that perpetually stayed on inside his head. It did pain him, though, to know that you were out with other guys. This George fellow is not your match. He’s a Sul-indulgent prick who only talks about himself.

And what the fuck is a video game consultant anyways?

His job is nothing compared to being a Colonel in the Farspace Fleet. You’ll surely be impressed with that.

You did always say you loved a man in a uniform.

His purple eyes flicker with excitement. He steps out into the rain and follows in your exact footsteps. Once he’s across the street, he turns around and stares at the cafe you two once sat in.

She walks out with her friends, umbrellas covering their heads. They smile and laugh with one another, teasing as thunder booms in the background. He chuckles at their umbrellas but his smile quickly fades when he realizes that you didn’t have one.

Silly girl. Now he has to check in on you and make for sure that you don’t catch a cold.

His gaze drifts to her but the spark he once felt isn’t there anymore. She’s…boring now. Caleb tilts his head back and laughs.

How could he have been so blind?

His focus has been on her all along but you…you are something else.

Captivating. Intoxicating. Enchanting. Hilarious. Fascinating.

Your fruity perfume formed a tent in his pants. Have you always smelled like apples and cinnamon? You encapsulate an autumn evening. Suddenly, he loves it when the leaves change colors and fall from the trees. He’ll never let you fall ever again.

Caleb doesn’t know how he let you slip through his fingers so many times. You live in Skyhaven, too, right under his nose. He should have found you sooner.

He should have gone with you to the homecoming dance. He regrets not watching you during the countless games you’ve invited him to. He should have closed the door in her face when she petered you two when you needed to study for the math exam. It was never your best subject. Lucky, he excelled in it.

And he should have fucking gone after you when you told him to fuck off all those years ago.

But now?

Now Caleb’s going to take back the time he missed out on. Surely, you’d feel the same way when he comes back? After all, he does know where you live now.

Six floors up. The fourth room from the left. You have a stained glass butterfly hanging in your window. He’ll see it up close soon enough.

He stands outside your apartment building with a bright smile on his face, staring up at your bedroom. He can see you move throughout the living room, your shadow painted against the far wall. His eyes follow as you slip into your bedroom. You look out the window.

What are you looking at? I’m here. Show me anything. Give me the signal I need to come and save you.

You turn on a lamp. The light points up to the butterfly, illuminating the blue and orange colors from the glass.

You’re so thoughtful.

How did you know those are his favorite colors?

Caleb chuckles to himself, shaking his head. His feet carry him to the entrance of your apartment building, just barely sneaking in as a couple leaves. He thanks them and sneaks to an elevator, stepping inside as he presses the button to your floor.

Thank you for the signal, he thinks to himself, I’ll be there soon.

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The Naga’s Teasing

Pairing: Naga x f!human reader

Summary: you struggle to stay composed during a professional videomeeting while your naga boyfriend secretly fingers and licks you under the table.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, naga smut, fingering and oral (fem receiving), silent teasing. Don’t like, don’t read please.

The camera was on, displaying many little boxes with your colleagues live on the laptop screen. You were in the middle of a remote meeting, sitting in your home office, hands gripping the desk tightly. You were supposed to be paying attention to the presentations yet you could hardly contribute to the discussions.

You weren’t supposed to be so flushed, your skin tingling with arousal.

You weren’t supposed to be struggling to stifle your moans and keep everyone from hearing.

You had such a hard time keeping your composure because your naga boyfriend had decided to tease you. He had slithered under the table, opened your legs wide, dragging up your dress and tugging your panties to the side. You were helpless to stop him; you couldn’t react in the process of the business meeting.

Hidden from view, your naga tortured you in the sweetest and most shameless way. He spread the lips of your pussy and laved your inner folds. The sensations made you shiver. The hum of your colleagues in the background faded as you were licked and sucked to the breaking point. Biting back one gasp after the other, you fisted your pen, clutching it tightly.

You tried to focus on anything but the wicked slide of his tongue but it was impossible.

Especially when he thrust a thick finger in your depths, you pussy squelching softly in your ears.

You inhaled sharply.

“What are your thoughts on this proposal, chief manager? Is that good way to promote our new product?”

That was you! The CEO was talking to you!

You swallowed down a moan. Blinked. Refocused.

“I… I think the pro-posal is magnificent. It aligns with the goals of the co-company.”

The strokes intensified, a second finger surging deep inside your depths.

“We…hm… should pro-proceed with that idea,” you stuttered. It was increasingly difficult to keep talking and keep your breathing under control.

Several other colleagues chimed in their agreement but your focus wavered when your naga boyfriend slid up his tail slipping under your dress, his warm scales brushing against your sensitive skin. The appendage found its way under your bra, circling your nipple while his mouth suckled your pussy, his fingers thrusting steadily inside your pussy.

You clenched your teeth.

Oh, when this meeting was over you were going to have his ass for this.

Shifting restlessly on your seat, you clenched your fists on the table, digging your nails into the hard surface. His tongue licked your clit with precise strokes, the pleasure increasing. You were drenched and so close. Damn…. You were about to climax right there in the middle of the video meeting.

Breath hitching, you bit your lip hard and rode the waves of pleasure, hands gripping the edge of the desk. Your toes curled inside your slippers, and you pressed your thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him. Your mate responded silently by curling his fingers just right and fucking you through your climax, making stars dance in your vision. His tail had also sneakily slithered to your other nipple, circling the bud and pulling.

“Any other questions?” the CEO’s voice came from the laptop.

Gulping, you shook your head, all too eager to end the video call. A little hazy, you answered, praying that no one noticed the faint tremor in your voice, “N-no, none from me.”

Finally, the videocall ended with unanimous agreement.

With a soft nudge, you rolled your chair away from your naga boyfriend and stood up on shaky legs, you heart still hammering form the intense release. He slithered out from beneath the desk, his face super smug. You shot him a glare and were about to speak when he pulled you to him, clutching you against his broad chest. His long tail curled around your body, trapping you against him.

“You are a fucking tease,” you said, lightly slappping his shoulder.

“You did so well, darling,” he whispered, his voice a silky purr. “Behaved so well while I fingered your slick pussy and rubbed your swollen clit.”

“Let go,” you muttered weakly.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his breath warm against your ear.

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04/27/25; 01:00am

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ spring kisses with them ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

{ one smile, one kiss, two lonely hearts is all that i need now, baby | you’re on my mind every night, every day… }

you became drunk off the scent of flowers, giggling each time sylus teases you with their soft petals.

his gaze remain soft; rufescent eyes gazing down at your figure as they fill with adoration for you. holding the flower gingerly by its stem, he places the pink petals against your lips. a tickling sensation was felt on your skin, causing your lips to tilt up in a sweet smile that captivates your beloved.

the flower’s petals shift in response to the wind, the petals breaking from its stem before landing against your parted lips. letting out an amused chuckle, sylus removes the single petal from your lips. he takes a moment to admire it before pressing a kiss against it.

warmth courses through your veins at the sight as you lean up to frame at his face. with the single petal now floating away, he captures your lips in a sweet kiss before landing with you against the pile of flowers-

a sudden memory resurfaces, of dragon wings and the scent of datura flowers filling at the air as the crimson petals danced in the wind.

caught in a sweet dance, zayne takes your hand and guides you around the gazebo. with your dress flowing around you, you felt as though you were living in a fairytale.

surrounding you were the dizzying scent of flowers coupled along with the cheerful chirping of the birds. unbidden joy courses through you, with your arms wrapped around zayne’s neck (like it was the most natural thing in the world.)

his hands wraps themselves behind the small of your back, bringing you achingly close to him. his eyes were brimming with an unspoken devotion to you as zayne leans forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. the faint taste of macarons fills at your senses each time zayne moves his lips oh so lovingly against yours-

making all of your dreams come true within that single moment.

you swore that you lived to see xavier’s pouting face each time you pressed a kiss against your favorite plushie’s face, holding the bunny so close to your chest even as xavier tackles you back against the cushions.

he hovers over you, half-lidded gaze taking in your playful expression while looking at your slightly parted lips. with a gentle sigh of your name, your beloved leans in closer to you, ready to share a sweet kiss-

only to let out a grunt of disapproval when his lips met with the toy bunny’s face.

feigning a look of annoyance, xavier takes the plushie in his hand and embraces it for a few seconds before playfully punching it. his actions earn a gasp from you, and when you reach out to save your precious baby-

only to have xavier interlock your fingertips together with his, bringing you closer as your lips met with his. he kept you locked in a passionate kiss, with him silently begging you to open up to him. feeling the tip of his tongue pushing against your lips, you slowly open up to him-

the plush long forgotten now, you delve your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you as you lay back whilst surrounded by the scent of him and spring flowers in full bloom.

the scent of wisterias were thick in the air as the petals blew over rafayel’s open sketchbook. his sketch was forgotten the moment you lay down with him on the grass, your fingertips gently tracing at his features.

the lemurian finds himself leaning into your touch, eyes taking in the beautiful sight of your smiling face. turning away from you for a brief moment, he sees a tiny wildflower with white petals and picks it. holding up the gentle bloom to you, you half expected rafayel to fasten it above your ear-

yet was left pleasantly surprised when he ends up placing it on your lips. only catching a glimpse of his playful expression, you gasp upon feeling him kiss you, moving the soft flower against your lips to cause a gentle friction you had never felt before.

and you quickly became addicted to it.

with your eyes clenched shut, you bask in the sensation of his kisses, never wanting this moment to end.

caleb had never looked so happy-

so free before this very moment-

and you wanted to burn this memory into your mind, never wishing to forget.

the boat sways within the lake, yet you found it comforting to lay in it with your beloved colonel. you had no idea how many hours he spent making sure your spring date was perfect-

ensuring your happiness above all else.

your whispered promises of forever lingers within the air when caleb takes you within his embrace, placing a kiss against your hair while softly calling you by name. you meet his gaze, feeling your heart racing at the sight of his crooked grin.

moments pass, and when you kept looking at him with such a soft expression, something shifted within him,

with his gaze narrowed, caleb leans closer to you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss while under the canopy of the moss and trees.

{ you can say that i’m a fool and i don't know very much | but i think they call this love | oh, i think they call this love. }

end notes: this looks like a very cute banner, but i think i’ll skip this one for now if i can’t get sylus’s card with my free pulls (;﹏;) but have this unedited drabble in celebration for the new spring banner ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

even when there was rain, sunshine came

pairing. caleb x fem! childhood friend! non mc! reader (x childhood bsf! zayne)

synopsis. caleb planted a seed in your heart when you were both young, nurturing it without meaning to until it sprouted and blossomed. it shouldn't have grown this much, not when you knew you could never have him.

genres/aus. angst, fluff, f2l, unrequited love, childhood f2l

warnings. slight ooc caleb (i have not read homecoming or wtv that chapter is called BC BLUESTACKS DOES NOT WANT ME TO FINISH LONG AWAITED REVELRY OR WTV THAT CHAPTER IS CALLED IM STUCK ON CH12...), NOT canon compliant oops (no higher being placing a curse on zayne, no experimentation done on mc and caleb bc josephine is a good person this time BYEEEE), reader has neglectful parent(s) in the beginning kind of, mentions/descriptions of crying, mc is female (she doesn't have a name in here either). if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

rating. sfw but make it lowk very angsty but fluffy ish at the same time.

wc. 8.2 k

a/n. live love laugh angst (but with a happy ending) and live love laugh not proof reading and SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING THIS EARLIERRR uni sucks booty fr !! also, i've come to the decision that i will just make this into a mini series, having about 5-10 chapters maximum !! the ideas keep coming, and i'd like to take a different approach to this prompt/world i've build for this nonmc! reader in an actual caleb series much like my rafayel one! also decided to make it into a mini series bc i cant keep writing and expanding on this and leave yall hanging for longer IOEOIFJAWEOI

YOU’RE EIGHT YEARS OLD WHEN YOU MEET CALEB. it was in the last days of summer, right before the leaves began turning red and yellow and orange. you remember your dad telling you that an older lady moved into the house across from yours, that there two kids living with her: a girl younger than you and a boy your age though a couple months older. he said something about the girl having a special condition but the words went through your ear and out the other because you didn’t care about them; you knew you wouldn’t talk to them anyways.

then, your dad left to go to work and you were all alone.

you were always alone, and you felt that loneliness every second, acutely aware at how it bleeds into your soul and makes you so, so sad. it’s what makes you head to the park two houses down the street and sit at the big, oak tree there. your favorite thing to do is climb it and sit on one of the bigger branches around its middle, feeling as if you could reach the sky and escape these heavy feelings. you blame your dad for making you like this: for making you think that the heavens can help you escape your heavy feelings. he told you once, on a night where he was in charge of tucking you in while your mom worked late at the hospital, that he loves the sky and how it makes him feel like all of his worries are nothing but a speck of dust. he made you think that one day, you could reach the sky and feel what he felt. if you reached out enough, you would be free.

but today you had no energy to do that.

as soon as you reached the oak tree, you sat down and rested your back against the trunk. your eyes watered instantaneously, cold tears dripping down your cheek and to the tip of your chin as you tucked your knees into your chest, your arms holding them in place so they could keep your weeping heart warm. you were so lost in your overflowing sorrow that you didn’t notice a boy running to the tree, not even when he stood three steps away from you.

“why are you crying?”

you snapped your head upwards.

the boy looked surprised, his purple eyes as large as the moon as he stared at you. his back was to the sun, covering him in a golden glow. he didn't say anything as he knelt down, his brows furrowed.

you hiccuped and looked away, angrily staring at your house from where you sat. “go away, stranger.” you see the older boy that lives next door when you avert your gaze from your home. it’s zayne—you recall your mom telling you that you used to have playdates together when you were younger. obviously, you don’t anymore. you don't even speak to one another—perhaps, he thinks being friends with a girl two years younger than him is not worth his time.

you don’t blame him for thinking that; after all, your own parents probably think the same.

before your mind spirals into the inky void that tells you bad things, the boy speaks up. “my name is caleb! now i’m not a stranger, right?” you glance at him from the corner of your eye. caleb grins at you, his smile as bright as the sun. it’s too blinding, you decide, and drop your gaze to the ground. “i guess not…” you mumble.

“so that means we’re friends!” caleb laughs when you quickly look at him again, surprise evident in your features. “now you can tell me why you’re sad!”

you wrack through your brain to come up with an excuse and end up stuttering out, “b-but you don’t know my name!”

“you’re y/n, right?” he laughs again when your jaw drops in comical way, gasping for air in between his next words. “ha! g-gran… talked t-to your… parents!” caleb wheezes, tears in his eyes. “y-your parents told us about you!” once he calms down, caleb lets out a sigh as he sits next to you, nudging your shoulder. “c’mon, you can tell me why you’re so sad now.”

you look back at your house, frowning at how lonely it looked. “i… i don’t think my parents love me.”

“what?”

“i mean,” you rest your head on your knees, your voice now muffled. “they’re never home and they never spend time with me.”

your dad is often away, being the colonel and all, which means he’s gone for months at a time. it wasn’t always like that, but things changed when that forsaken tunnel appeared above the city. your dad was one of the first to answer the call, to fly in the sky to protect the world from wanderers. so it isn’t his fault and neither is it your mom’s that they’re never there. she’s a doctor, a colleague of your next door neighbor's parents.

it is not your fault they are both needed by more people and by more important matters.

caleb’s about to say something when a girl calls out his name, running until she stands in front of you two. you don’t pay attention to her, and instead keep your eyes focused on your house. you wish your parents were home more, that they’d spend more time with you. the girl ends up leaving after she speaks to caleb, who watches her go with a careful eye.

“sorry about that,” he says, scratching his cheek. “gran sent her to tell me it’s time for lunch, but don’t worry! i’ll stay here with you until your parents are back!”

you blink at him, feeling your eyes start to burn. “you’ll stay?”

“mhm!” he smiles, and this time you actually don’t turn away. caleb laughs softly, leaning forwards to wipe away at the tears that fall from your wide eyes. “why are you crying again?”

you didn’t even notice that you had stopped in the first place. “i-i don’t know.” you do know.

it's the first time someone ever stayed with you in a long time.

caleb, surprisingly, calmed you down in a matter of seconds. he stayed with you until the sun began to set, when the blue sky became tinted by orange and pink. he made time go by fast, making you smile and laugh until your cheeks and stomach hurt. and he was surprisingly attentive, noticing immediately the way you perked up when you saw your mom’s car drive down the road and stop in front of your home.

“you ready to go now?” caleb stood up and stuck his hand out, waiting for you to grab it.

“your hand is warm,” you mumble, gripping tightly onto his hand as you lead the way back to your house.

he giggles and nudges your shoulder. “my hand is warm?”

“mhm.” it’s very warm, akin to the blankets you wrap yourself with during the cold days of winter.

and just like that you were at your front door, shyly waving goodbye before going inside. the doorbell rang shortly afterwards, yet before you could open the door, your mom had already done so. you left and headed up the stairs and into your room, telling yourself you’ll eat something after your mom retires for the night.

but that never happens.

because the strangest thing happened afterwards: your mom came up to your room and talked to you, apologizing for making you feel lonely and abandoned.

you know it was caleb’s doing: why else would your mom be like this?

without meaning to, caleb planted a seed in your heart that day.

when you’re ten, you realize that you’ve changed the slightest bit. you’re a little more outspoken, a little more confident in yourself; and your world that was once monochrome is now full of color, full of warmth and life.

you have memories where you’re laughing until your stomach hurts, where you’re learning to love apple and bake apple pies to perfection, where you’re learning to do cartwheels with the little girl while his laughter echoes in the air. it’s all thanks to caleb—he reached out to you, deciding to integrate you into his world. you’re forever thankful that he decided to talk to you two years ago, thankful that he spoke to your parents about your feelings because otherwise you would be stuck in the dark.

caleb has brought light and warmth into your life, and now you are never cold and lonely. he even sticks to you like glue at school, never leaving you alone for a second in the classroom because somehow you always manage to be in the same class as him. sometimes you grow tired of having to keep up with the energetic boy, sometimes the fatigue wearing your bones down and rendering you useless. caleb seems to know when that happens, or maybe he doesn’t. what matters is that he seems to time his golden smile; it is a smile so radiant that it melts away what weighs you down.

and always being with him has made you adopt some of his habits, his attentiveness being the one that shines through the most. it’s what makes you notice your next door neighbor. days of careful glances makes you learn that he’s always reading on the porch of his house or he’ll do the same inside by the window, that he’s never with any other kids his age and that he’s never at the park.

maybe you should talk to him and—

“y/n~” caleb nudges your shoulder. you jerk in surprise and wobble on the tree branch you both sit on, gripping tightly onto the wood while you lean forwards from your lack of balance. the boy yelps and takes a firm hold of your arm, stabilizing you. “you scared me!”

you huff, glaring at him. “you scared me! i could've fallen just now, dimwit.”

he pouts, “but that's your fault! you weren't listening to me.”

“yes i was!”

“oh yeah?” caleb raises an eyebrow. “then what was i saying?” he snickers when you don't reply, gently nudging your shoulders this time because he learns from his mistakes, you know! “see? i was right. you keep staring over there.” he gestures in the general direction of where you keep staring. his finger touches the green leaves of the tree, the tips fading into a yellow color.

autumn is coming. not yet, but it will be there in due time.

you decide to tease him a little. “pft, you’re pointing at the leaves.”

his lips curl into a frown. “you know what i—”

“caleb!”

the eight year old girl comes running up to the tree, huffing as she points up at your best friend. “i-it’s time for dinner!” she tilts her head over at you, beaming. “gran said you can come, sis!”

caleb looks at you, “you coming?”

you smile at the girl before shaking your head, moving towards the tree trunk. “i need to do something,” you grunt, shimmying down whereas he just jumps off the branch and lands with a thud. the girls gasps and you gape at him with wide eyes once your feet hit the ground, “are you okay?”

“a-okay!” he grins, standing up proudly as if he didn’t just scare the living daylight out of you. caleb flexes a boney arm, “i’m strong, after all!”

“yeah, okay hercules.” you chortle, rolling your eyes. “i’ll see you around.”

you watch as he and she wave goodbye at you, caleb hooking their arms together as they disappear into their house afterwards. you notice that there's a tightness in your chest when you see them hold hands or hook their arms together—it happens sometimes, not always. like right now: your chest tightens a little, feeling heavy. you chalk it up to wanting to do that with caleb one day and go your merry way.

your mom is startled when she opens the front door just as you reach out for the doorknob. she holds a container with cake inside. “goodness,” she chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek. “you scared me.”

“are you going next door again?” you move to the side so your mom can walk out.

she hums, “i am! i left some—”

“can i come this time?” you usually don't go to the dinners your mom has with zayne’s family every friday, always heading to hers and caleb’s house instead despite your mom’s best efforts in convincing you to join her. you always had an inkling that she wanted you to spend time with the older boy next door.

your mom beams at you so wide that you’re taken aback as she drags you to the li’s front door. did it really mean that much to her that you want to join this time? well, you’re on a mission to get close to zayne so that he can have friends too.

speaking of the devil, the door opens immediately after your mom presses the doorbell, revealing the older boy. his eyes widen the slightest bit when he sees you, though he quickly regains composure, his features relaxing. with a small smile, he greets your mom. “hello, mrs l/n.” he directs his gaze at you next, “hi y/n.”

you blink in surprise. “…hi zayne.” you didn’t expect him to remember you because you don't particularly remember much about him.

he steps aside just as his mom appears from behind, momentary shock melting into a warm smile. “y/n! i’m so happy to see you! will she be joining us?” her eyes flit up to your mom, who nods excitedly.

you’re ushered inside and into a seat not even a second after being welcomed in. “we always have a plate and cutlery out in case you stop by,” mrs li says. a lump forms in your throat and it’s hard to swallow. you feel awful, knowing that every time you chose to stay with caleb, the li family had hope that you’d stop by and eat with them.

still, you somehow manage to smile at the older lady. “i’ll make sure to come with my mom from now on.”

“really?”

you nod. “of course,” holding out your pinkie, mrs li laughs and hooks her own with yours. “i promise.”

mrs li heads into the kitchen with your mom, leaving you and zayne alone at the dining table. he sits in the chair next to you and you fidget in your seat, not sure how to break the stifling silence. what would caleb do in this moment? he’d probably say something stupid or just go ahead and ask to be friends… that’s something only he could do easily, but for you? that’s a challenge.

“you look worried.” zayne says, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

you frown and play with your fingers, “was it that noticeable?”

zayne hums as the two moms come back with pots of food while chatting about your dad. “you aren't doing a good job at being subtle.”

his comment makes you huff through your nose, the corners of your lips curling upwards. caleb says that to you all the time, claiming that you make it is easy for him to read you.

“smiling suits you.”

you stop breathing and stare at the boy with raven hair, slowly blinking while the moms plate the food and continue talking. zayne glances at you again and then looks at his plate, eyebrows furrowed as he picks up a fork and pokes at the carrots, nudging them into a corner. “did i say something wrong?” he mumbles.

he didn't say anything wrong… it’s just that no one has said that to you. not even after your change, even if it was a small one.

not even caleb.

you shake your head, “no.” coughing, your eyes shift to his hands, seeing how he stabs the last carrot on his plate and places it in the corner along with the rest. “you… you still don’t like carrots?” you vaguely recall a memory from when you were about five: you and zayne were eating a plate of oranges when he suddenly spat it out and a chewed piece of carrot was then laying on the table. his mom had cut small pieces of carrot inside his bowl alone with the oranges, trying to trick him into eating them.

zayne’s hazel eyes widen. “you remember?”

with a snort, you answer, “you spit out the carrots every time your mom tried tricking you into eating them. that’s pretty hard to forget, if you’re asking me.”

his ears flush the lightest shade of pink, making you giggle as your fingers wrap around his plate, rotating it. with your other hand, you grab your fork and take his carrots.

“…thank you.”

“i should be thanking you,” you hum, “i love carrots.”

whereas you and caleb are polar opposites and only have a thing in common, you and zayne are not. you’re so alike: reserved and quiet, both sticking to what you deem is the vicinity of your personal bubble. it was easy to befriend him again; by the end of what remained of summer, you had introduced him to caleb and her. it did take a month and a half of convincing, of relentless pleading that convinced zayne to follow you to the park where she and caleb were playing as usual.

caleb and zayne didn't get along well right off the bat, and they always argued. it took you aback in the beginning, not used to seeing caleb argue so… pettishly with someone. much less with zayne. zayne baffles you every time he mutters under his breath about how caleb is ‘so annoying’ because all he does is talk about dinosaurs or is ‘a child’ during friday dinners at his house. well, he is a child, so he’s not wrong there. but with that logic, he should also be calling you a child and yet he doesn’t.

zayne does, however, get along well with her.

you see it in zayne’s attentiveness to the young girl, you see it in the way his voice softens when he speaks to her, and you see it in the way he hangs onto her every word as if it were something sacred.

you also see it in the way his ears sometimes turn the lightest shade of pink when he speaks to her.

when you think about it, they’re both alike in that way.

the sun is in the sky, bright and warm like the boy next to you.

“he’s trying to steal her from me,” grumbles caleb. he swings his legs back and forth while the two of you sit on a tree branch, zayne and the girl sitting underneath on the other side of the tree. she’s teaching him how to braid a crown of flowers, and you can see the small curl of his lips. he’s smiling a shy sort of smile only reserved for her.

“he can’t steal her from you because she isn’t an object.” you tear your eyes away from them and focus on the brooding boy beside you, taking note of how he pinches his brows together and pouts, mumbling something under his breath. while the branches and its leaves provide good shade from the sweltering heat, there is still sunlight that peeks through gaps, and golden specks manage to coat caleb’s figure. “that means you can’t have her either, cal.”

your words have him turning to you quickly, his eyes wide. “i can’t have her?”

“of course not!” your silent admiration of seconds ago dissipates as you scoff, flicking his forehead. he yelps as you continue, “she’s a person! you can’t have people; that’s weird.”

“but that monster is stealing my best friend!”

you frown, blinking once. “zayne isn’t a monster.” but caleb sure seems like one at the moment, you think. a monster of green envy.

“yes he is!”

“zayne is not a monster.” you repeat, irritation beginning to bubble in your chest because caleb wouldn't be saying such things if he didn't have this weird rivalry going on with zayne. “don’t say that about him.”

“why are you defending him anyways?” caleb narrows his eyes at you. “you’re supposed to be my friend—”

friend. best friend. you realize he hasn't ever really called you his best friend because she’s his best friend while you think he's yours. if he doesn't think that of you, then you can’t think that of him… right?

you both whip your heads to the ground, clambering down the tree as zayne calls out both yours and caleb’s name. if his voice hadn’t betrayed the frantic feeling swirling in it, maybe you wouldn’t have this overwhelming sense of dread. when you both round the tree trunk, you see that his face is pale, and he’s holding onto her. she’s trembling, her face paler than zayne’s as if all the color had been drained from her features, and she’s heaving and trembling uncontrollably. the sight makes your stomach drop to the ground as caleb dashes forwards, dropping to his knees while yelling about getting granny josephine to them. you honestly don't remember running to their house, asking josephine to help the little girl—it’s all a blur. all you can remember is how the two boys finally had something in common other than their care for the younger girl: their expression.

they were both horrified.

and you wonder if you looked like them.

your eleventh autumn was just like any other, but this time it was different because of him.

you decided to stay the night after having dinner at zayne’s so he could help you study for your science test on monday. caleb would have been the one helping you, being in the same classes and all, but he was helping her study. while you do love and care about her, you care more about your grades because surely the tests in middle school are harder than the ones in elementary, right?

you’ve been inside zayne’s room before. more often than not, after dinner, you’d end up in there with him while talking about everything and nothing. sometimes you’d both be quiet, content with just being next to each other while reading a book on his bed, and sometimes you both would talk about current hobbies and interests.

“where will you sleep?” zayne’s voice comes from near his bed while you head towards his desk.

“in your bed, duh.” your eyes skim over the surface, chuckling at how tidy it is… until your eyes fall on a haphazardly hidden pieces of paper underneath zayne’s stack of notebooks. weird, you think. zayne likes keeping notebooks, books, and papers separate from each other.

“why would you sleep in bed with me?” he asks.

“we used to sleep in the same bed when we were children.” which is true: your moms have a photo book with evidence in it from your younger days together. “i don’t see why we can’t if we’re still children.”

you hear him huff through his nose. he’s probably pinching it right now. “you’re eleven and i’m thirteen. you’re a child and i’m a teenager.”

“didn’t you say that teenagers are fourteen-year-olds and up the other day?” your fingers wrap around one of the notebook’s spine, carefully lifting it and whatver notebooks are on top and pull the pieces of papers out.

your eyes scan the contents of one of the pages, highlighted words aiding in your understanding of what it is that you’re reading. medical school… majors… he’s looking at colleges.

“well, yes.”

you turn around and hide the papers behind you. “so that means we can share the same bed, right?”

zayne sighs, shaking his head while his lips curl upwards just the slightest bit. “you win this round, miss know-it-all.”

you grin at him and bring the papers out. “you sure i’m a know-it-all?”

the older boy stares at the papers you wave in the air, staying silent as if trying to find the words to explain something to you. you raise your eyebrows. “staying silent makes you look like you were hiding something from me.”

“well… i am. was, i was.” zayne corrects himself and sits down at the edge of his bed, patting the space next to him. you take a seat and eye him. “i’ve been trying to tell you this past summer that… well…” he sighs. “i skipped grades.”

“oh—” you gasp, eyes widening to the size of saucers. “so this means…”

majors.

medical school.

he’s grad—

he exhales slowly. “i’m graduating from high school this year.”

you feel the world go still. you hear your breathing. you feel cold. suddenly, you feel deep and heavy dread wash over you.

after this year, zayne will leave.

your best friend is leaving you.

“why are you crying?” zayne panics, clumsily wiping the tears you didn’t know were falling down your cheeks. the pad of his thumb is a little rough against your skin, but his touch is soft. he’s trying to be gentle, and it makes you feel more gloomy.

“i don’t know,” you mumble, hiccupping as you look down at your hands, watching the tears he doesn’t manage to wipe away fall onto them. “it’s just…” do you tell him? that you don’t want him to leave you alone? sure, caleb is a great friend but you’ve come to realize, since the incident last summer, that she will always be his top priority and—

majors. medical school… her.

“you’re doing this for her, aren’t you?” your voice is quiet.

you love her, you do. she’s like a little sister, and you obviously care for her like they do. but they care more, they love her more. you don’t quite understand the intensity of their love for her. and despite their burning ardor in wanting to be there for her and how it always ends up making you invisible, you can’t bring yourself to ever hate her. she’s innocent, just living her life while the two boys flock to her. she didn’t ask for their attention or love, it’s just that she’s so easy to love.

“…don’t tell her.” zayne’s hands fall from your cheeks and grab onto your hands. his touch is cold, unlike caleb, but it doesn’t make you flinch away from him. you let him take your hands into his, holding them carefully. “please.”

you huff through your nose. “if that’s what you want,” you answer. “it isn’t my place to tell them, anyways.”

it’s quiet, peaceful almost if you weren’t so caught up in the sinking feeling your chest. your heart just sinks and continues to sink in black ink, growing heavy. zayne’s voice timidly calls out your name. “you’re still crying. there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

“i don’t want you to leave.” because if he leaves, you’re afraid that you’ll have to admit the ugly truth you know, deep down, about caleb. it’s a truth that is so clear to everyone, a truth that you see every single time they’re in their own world. a world that pushes you and zayne out like the waves when they leave shore and retreat back into the ocean.

the older buy chuckles, and you look at him through your wet lashes, noting how his hazel eyes flicker with quiet care in them. “i’m not leaving yet.”

“keyword being yet,” you mumble, gripping onto his hands now. “…i’m being dramatic, aren’t i?”

zayne opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “i should be happy that you’re doing something so cool. i mean, skipping basically all of high school and graduating super early? that’s so cool… and i’m here crying like a baby over it.”

“but your reaction is reasonable,” zayne says. “i’d be upset, too, if my best friend told me all of sudden they’d be leaving at the end of the school year.”

best friend. not just friend.

“i’m your best friend?”

“naturally.” zayne responds quickly. “you know me better than anyone, just as i know you better than anyone.”

just like that, your tears stop falling and the sun peeks out from the cloudy sky inside you.

the rest of the night goes smoothly: zayne helped you study for your science test, which you both found boring after an hour because all of the questions were easy, and you spent the rest of your time talking with him. you wanted to know of his plans, what he’s thinking, about what he wants to do after graduating. you both fell asleep in the midst of your conversation, though you wake up at three in the morning because you felt weird. your own body was telling you that you forgot to do your night routine. so when you wake up, all blurry-eyed and dazed, the first thing you can see is your sleeping best friend. after a couple of blinks, your vision clears up and you’re aware that you’re close to him. in fact, you’re close enough to see and count his dark eyelashes. you pout, no way he has prettier eyelashes than i do. the thought goes away as quickly as it had formed in your mind, replaced by the icky realization that you fell asleep without brushing your teeth. so you sit up, gently waking zayne so he could do the same. when he stirs awake and stares at you with squinting eyes, he knows what you mean when all you do is wordlessly point at your mouth despite the sleepy haze of his mind. and just like that, you both silently head to the bathroom and brush your teeth next to each other, quickly going back to his bed and falling asleep once more.

when morning came, you both find yourselves staring at his mom with confusion as she giggles and repeatedly asks how you both slept during breakfast. you think she must have seen something while you both slept, though you decide to let your suspicions go when you bid the li family goodbye and head next door to your house.

mom will probably tell me about it later tonight, you think just as you shove your house keys into the lock. you push the door open and kick your shoes off your feet, sliding them to the side and slipping into your slippers when you step inside. you hear someone running down the street, and right when you’re about to close the door, you hear your name being called out.

“i didn’t see you at all yesterday!” caleb runs up to you, a bright grin plastered on his lips. with his back to the sun, he looks as if he's bathed in gold. “pips missed you, you know? what were you up to that—what’s that?”

you blink once and suddenly he’s in your bubble, burning fingers gingerly touching your eye. you close it on instinct, and he runs his thumb over your eyelid. you can see yourself reflected in his eyes from this close. his warmth seeps into your skin, and you have the urge to lean into his touch. your heart lurches and skips a beat, feeling excited and calm at the same time.

“what’s what?” you cough, taking a step back.

he frowns, his thumb now under your bottom lashes. “your eyes are red and puffy. are you sick or something? you feel oddly hot.”

oh, that’s right. you cried yesterday, and you feel as if your heart is ready to jump out of your chest and into his arms where it wishes it could be.

“i’m fine. it’s just that i watched a sad movie after dinner with zayne,” you sigh, gently pushing his fingers away from your eyes. zayne’s words echo in your head, a quiet reminder that you can't tell caleb because he’d tell her right afterwards.

caleb huffs through his nose, his lips curling into an amused smile. he shakes his head once, his purple irises reflecting the warmth he radiates. “you do cry a lot while watching movies, don’t you?” he leans back and tilts his head at you. “alright.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “alright… what?”

“even though you’re clearly hiding something from me, i believe you.” caleb pinches your cheek, the amusement in his lips softening. “i’ll see you later?”

“yeah…” you say, dazed, but shake your head quickly. “wait, what are we doing?”

caleb laughs, the hand pinching your cheek now covering his mouth, “don’t tell me you forgot that we’re supposed to study for the science test on monday?”

“about that…” you look away from him. “zayne helped me study for it last night.”

his silence has you taking a quick glance at him. caleb seems shocked and his eyebrow twitches, though it disappears and is replaced by something you can’t quite describe. a forced smile of sorts? “he helped you study?” he asks. “then what’s your verdict? will the test be easy or hard?”

you scratch your cheek, thinking. “well… even though he helped me study for a bit, i say the test is going to be very easy.”

“guess that means i won’t study.” caleb shrugs and ruffles your hair, a real smile on his lips now. “talk to you later, short stuff.”

“i am not that short, cal!” ever since he’s grown an exact inch taller than you, he acts like you're a midget now.

you watch as he waves goodbye, walking backwards for a couple steps with a laugh before twisting around and heading down the street. he’s probably heading to the small dessert shop nearby to pick up some of her favorite doughnuts—it’s what he does every saturday morning.

your twelfth autumn marks your first one without zayne.

he left at the end of summer, right as the tips of the green-yellow leaves on your favorite tree began turning a slight orange, barely noticeable. his disappearance had gone unnoticed until yesterday, half way into the fall quarter and midway into october. you’re in the middle of reading a book, one of your dad’s that he let you borrow, on his bed laying on your stomach while caleb helps her do her homework at his desk. he has a singular picture on it that he puts down whenever you're over, but you never ask why he does that.

“where is zayne?” she wondered aloud, tapping her pencil against her chin. “i haven’t seen him around lately.”

“huh,” caleb clicks his tongue in thought. “now that you mention it, neither have i.”

both their eyes land on you, though you don’t bother looking up. with practiced ease, you reply. “i haven’t seen him around.”

“but you go to his house every friday? and he’s your best friend? surely you know something.” she leans forwards in her chair, trying to get a better look at you.

“i go every friday because i made a promise to his mom,” you retort, finally looking up. with a shrug, you continue, “his mom hasn’t said anything about his whereabouts, so i’m just as clueless as you bunch.”

the girl drops it, a smile now on her lips. “your dad is coming home soon, right?”

you blink in surprise. “you remember?” you mentioned it in passing, it was when she and you were watching caleb during basketball tryouts. you told her that your dad would be coming back soon from the fleet, how you were excited to finally see him after so long.

caleb huffs a laugh through his nose, “of course she remembers, short stuff.”

you grimace, rolling onto your side and reach out to grab something in your vicinity, which happens to be a pen on his bedside, and fling it towards him. “you are literally just a couple inches taller than me, cal.” he’s actually a whole head taller than you now, and caleb's growing into his features. his cheeks have started losing their softness, his eyes a little sharper now. he has a natural, boyish charm, something that makes everyone notice him at school.

he loudly laughs, the pen stopping right in front of him before he swats it away. it lands with a clatter against the floor, somewhere in his room. with a huff, you lay on your back. “better work on that aim, short stuff~” he sings, getting up from his desk and heading over to his bed. you look up at him, your lips pursed as he pinches your cheek, purple eyes warm with mirth. his hair falls over his eyes, making its color look deeper. “how else are you going to get into the aerospace academy with me?”

you raise your brows, “you're acting as if you're already in.”

“well—”

the girl hums. “so you both want to leave me.”

just like that, caleb is back at her side and you’re all alone. “i would never leave you, pips.”

“pinkie promise?”

you watch from the corner of your eye how he wears a soft smile as they wrap their pinkies, his touch lingering.

you aren't stupid; in fact, you pride yourself in being so smart and attentive. so, you know that the tightness in your chest is because of caleb, because of the feelings you harbor for him. you aren't stupid, so you already know that caleb can never be yours, that he can never feel that way for you.

because he is hers.

with a sigh, you close your eyes and will yourself to calm your aching heart. you should be used to the ache that settles in your chest when this happens, but here you are.

later that day, right as the sun begins to set, you bid her and granny josephine goodbye. the taste of her apple pie from dinner lingers in your mouth.

“you don’t have to walk me home, cal.” you say, chuckling as you bump shoulders with him. instead of walking across the street, you walk down the sidewalk.

he hums, following you, “just let me be a good friend, short stuff.”

“you just love rubbing it in, don’t you?” you grumble, stepping into the park. your feet take you to the tree until you’re in front of it. you look behind you, raising an eyebrow at caleb. “i’ll stay here for a few minutes, so you can leave if you want.”

“i’ll stay.” at his confirmation, he moves past you, a faint scent of apples lingering in the air along with the sweet, woody smell from the oak tree as he scales up the trunk with ease. “your turn!”

“yeah, yeah.” you huff, rolling your eyes as you climb the tree and make it to the branch caleb chose to sit at. you breathe in and out slowly.

“the tunnel makes the sky look ugly.”

you snort, slightly baffled at the sudden proclamation from the boy. “where did that come from?”

“what?” caleb shrugs with a laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. “it does make it look ugly. like, really ugly.”

your quiet giggles get louder, and you throw your head back. “that is the first time i have ever heard anyone say that.” you wheeze, your laughter so strong you wobble on the branch. caleb wraps an arm around you to keep you from falling, his touch making you still instantly.

“you need to be careful,” he says. “one of these days you’re going to end up falling and i’ll fall with you.”

“if i ever fall, it’ll be because of you.” you cough and attempt to shimmy away from him, though his grip slightly tightens, preventing you from getting away.

the brunette absentmindedly taps on your arm with a finger. “i’d never let you fall… you know that.”

he’s saying that because you're his friend, and he is fiercely protective of those he cares about: the people in his inner circle. you are a part of it, you know that, and yet your heart cannot help but to stupidly flutter at the illusion of a hidden meaning behind his words.

“…it’s getting late.” which is true—the oranges and pinks of the sunset are now bleeding into a purple hue. “i should get going now.” you don't wait for him to say anything; you just climb down the trees as quickly and possible and book it to your home.

caleb is not far behind you.

stepping on the first step of your house’s porch, you stop and turn around. you’re eye to eye with caleb.

caleb wears a boyish grin on his lips, something that makes your stomach flip. “i have something for you.”

“oh? and what would that be?” the corners of your lips turn upwards.

“how about you close your eyes?” you shut your eyes, hearing intently to the boy shuffling. you feel a warmth brush against your cheek, trailing over to the back your neck. “give me a second.”

you hold your breath. caleb’s fingers work nimbly, and something cold hangs around your neck. there’s silence for a beat; he’s still close enough for you to hear his breathing until he leans away. “open your eyes.”

they flutter open at his command, and flitter down to see a necklace. there is a cloud with a wispy appearance right at the bottom, and small translucent beads hang from it in white and blue. the chain around your neck is decorated with solid white and blue beads.

“do you like it?” caleb scratches his neck, eyes carefully watching your reaction.

your voice comes out quiet, shy. “i do.”

you hear the smile in his voice. “i’ve been trying to give it to you since your birthday.”

“what?” looking up from the necklace, you blink at him repeatedly. “but my birthday—”

“i know.” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “i’ve had it since last year, and… i just didn’t know how to give it to you. i thought now would be a good time.”

i thought now would be a good time.

his words echo in your mind, and you take a deep breath. you also have something you want to give him: it’s sitting in the drawer of your desk, in a small box. “do you… do you want to come inside?”

you’ve never invited anyone inside your house, inside the walls that is your safe space. zayne is the only one who has stepped foot inside, who has made it up the stairs and into your room on more than one occasion. caleb used to bug you about that when you two first met, into the early months of your friendship. he thought it was weird that you were always over at his home while he had never gone inside yours. his complaints stopped when you introduced zayne to them—probably because he didn’t want to be around him despite the desire he had to discover what lays hidden in your home. you like to think that he finally decided to wait until you were ready to show him what’s inside.

caleb’s eyes are wide with surprise. “you want me to go inside?”

“i also have something for you.”

despite the poor lighting of the porch lamp, caleb is still akin to gold. he smiles and you turn around to unlock the front door, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. when you open the door and hold it open for him, caleb is all too quick to walk inside, following you up the stairs into your room after you shut the door. his eyes scan the inside of your room as soon as you turn on the lights, shuffling over to your desk as he stands by the doorframe. the color of your walls are a light blue, strings attached to the ceiling with paper clouds hanging at the end. he realizes there’s glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling after squinting. there’s a book shelf in the corner of your room, right besides your desk. the top shelf has a few trinkets: a small airplane, a blimp, a cap.

he assumes it's your dad’s cap, the one that goes with his uniform.

the second shelf has a couple of books, a stuffed animal in the form of a snowman, and a picture: the last one you took with your parents. last summer, you and your family took a trip to verona. in the picture, your dad has you hoisted onto his shoulders, an arm on your legs to keep you steady while the other is wrapped around your mom. everyone wears a smile, yet yours is the brightest one out of the three. caleb’s chest swells with pride, knowing he did the right thing all those years ago when he found you crying at the big oak tree.

the third shelf has a picture, one where it’s you and him. he remembers when, where and who took the picture. it was on your last day of school, your fifth grade promotion ceremony, and your mom took it. again, your smile is the brightest one. though, upon further inspection, he realizes your picture is different from the one he has on his desk. you’ve decorated it with small stickers, ones of golden and purple swirls that sit on the frame.

then there’s more books. another picture frame—is that zayne? you and zayne as children… oh, well you look at that? another picture frame of you and zayne. a recent picture, it seems, decorated in the same manner as his. he’s not sure when or where or who took this picture—

“think fast!”

caleb blinks and the flying box stills in front of him, floating in the air before it can hit his chest. “uh… why?”

“gotta be on your toes if you want to be in the aerospace academy with me.”

he laughs. “look at you, already acting as if you’re in.”

you shrug. “you do the same.”

“touché.” his eyes look down at the box. with a hum, he grabs and opens it, blinking once. inside sits a necklace, one with a small, silver sun on it with a purple gem in the middle. “…a sun?”

“you remind me of the sun.” you mumble. “you’re warm like it, too.”

caleb beams so wide his cheeks start to hurt, and there's faint blush on his cheeks that spreads to the tips of his ears. “i’m like the sun?”

“mhm.”

“funny… because i got you a cloud because sometimes you’re calm and happy, sometimes you’re gray and gloomy, and there are times when you’re like a storm.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed, and he continues. “tell me when you feel like there’s a storm in you.” he gets closer to you so that he can tap on the necklace that hangs around your neck. “so i can shine the sun on you... i will never hurt you with my warmth.”

it’s a silent promise that he’ll be there for you.

“and if you do?”

“then you can hit me!”

his fingers twitch, his foot taking a step forwards. but there’s a knock on your door before it’s pushed open. both you and caleb watch, confused.

your mom has a night shift and wouldn’t be back until morning.

caleb doesn't see a thing before you’re already leaping forwards into the arms of a man in a black uniform, his cap falling onto the ground. he recognizes the man as the one that holds you on his shoulders in the picture on your bookshelf.

your dad, the colonel of the farspace fleet.

caleb smiles to himself, his hold on the tiny box in his hands slightly tightening. he will be there for you, whenever you're sad or happy or mad.

he will be there.

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✴︎ CAN I HOLD IT WHILE YOU PEE?

જ⁀➴ Asking the LADS guys if you can hold it while they pee

ﾉ including: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus

ﾉ cw: suggestive, talks of handjobs and obviously pee (no watersports tho)

ﾉ info: Requested by Anon ||| Requests are OPEN ||| TAGLIST

જ⁀➴ Xavier

♡ Xavier was confused as to why you were following him to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

♡ He stopped in his tracks once he stood in the middle of the room and realized you were in the doorframe.

♡ “You need the toilet too? I can wait,” he offers tired, but you only grin at him as you walk towards him.

♡ You wrap both arms around his torso and give him puppy eyes - it's nearly impossible for him to say no when you're that sweet.

♡ “Can I hold it while you pee?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

♡ “Hold what? The roll of toilet paper?” He asked tired, his brain not fully working in this state.

♡ “No, your dick.” You say bluntly and step away from your small hug.

♡ Xavier's eyes went wide for a moment and he was wide awake after you said that and he gulped, unsure what to answer.

♡ “Uh… sure?” It was more a question than a statement and he blinked a few times, trying to wrap his head around as to why you would want that.

♡ You giggled when he stepped closer to the toilet and pulled his pajama pants with his boxers down just enough to get his dick out.

♡ “Well, do you want to hold it now or? I kinda really need to… yeah,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears a cute shade of pink.

♡ “Xav! It was a joke! But if you insist…” you laugh softly and step behind him, gently grabbing his cock so you can aim it.

♡ Xavier had a shiver run down his spine when the first few drops turned into a steady stream, closing his eyes to not think about your hand wrapped around his manhood in such a dirty moment.

♡ He thought it was just a weird dream when he got up in the morning so he never really mentioned it again.

જ⁀➴ Zayne

♡ You knew his answer before you even asked but you still happily skipped after him to the bathroom.

♡ At first Zayne thought you skip past him and into the bedroom or into the kitchen to grab a snack for your movie night.

♡ But he almost closed the door right in your face when he went into the bathroom.

♡ “Are you okay?” He asked with one raised brow, giving you a look over, genuinely wondering why you'd follow him into the bathroom.

♡ “Is it about the call earlier? I told you it's just a coworker who took over one of my patients and-” you cut him off mid sentence, laughing softly.

♡ “Do you think I'm jealous? I trust you, silly” You said amused which immediately eases the worry in his face. Of course you weren't concerned or jealous but there was this mischievous look on your face.

♡ “Then what brings you here?” He asked curiously, leaning against the doorframe to stare you down as if he needs to extract your deepest secrets.

♡ “Can I hold it? While you pee?” You ask as sweet as you can muster and he shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

♡ “You want to hold my penis while I pee?” He asks amused and stands up straight again, still shaking his head in disbelief when you nod eagerly.

♡ “Absolutely not” His voice sounded strict but the look on his face gave away that he was highly amused.

♡ You cross your arms over your chest and pout “Then I'll watch” you protest.

♡ Zayne sighs and gently picks you up to set you down outside of the bathroom where the door closes in your face and the lock shuts close. He won't let you hold it.

જ⁀➴ Rafayel

♡ You didn't really want to hold it when he goes to the bathroom you just saw the trend going around on TikTok where people ask their partner that question and thought it's fun.

♡ Rafayels reaction to random, unhinged questions are always adorable to you, all pink cheeks and confused eyes.

♡ So when he strolls into the bathroom for his evening bath, you follow him like a lost puppy, bumping right into him when he abruptly stops.

♡ “What is it, cutie? Wanna join me in the tub?” He asks with a sweet smile and you almost feel bad for what you're about to ask.

♡ His face changes from soft and gentle to confused and almost repulsed, the apples of his cheeks turning redder by each second until it reaches the tips of his ears and slowly creeps down his neck while avoiding your excited gaze.

♡ “For a second i thought you asked me if you can hold my… while i…” he didn't even say the absurdity out loud but you only nod with a far too happy grin

♡ “Wait- You were serious?!” His voice rises in pitch which only adds to your amusement.

♡ So you unbuckle his pants, not planning on doing anything without his consent, just teasing a little.

♡ “Yes? Is that so weird? I mean you've peed before while I was in the tub when we stayed at that one small hotel room,” you remind him that it's technically nothing new.

♡ Rafayel sighs, it's almost an annoyed whine. He hates saying no to you but this seems so absurd to him.

♡ “One time. Just this once so you're happy.” He mumbles defeated and his blush changes from a soft pink into hues of crimson and deep red.

♡ You didn't want to chicken out now either so you pulled through with it, giggling when you actually got to hold it

♡ No matter how much Rafayel whines and pouts after, he did kinda like it but he would deny it until he's in his grave.

જ⁀➴ Sylus

♡ Sylus is no fun when it comes to pranking, always one step ahead and ready to do the wildest things so you knew he would say yes before you even asked.

♡ You gave yourself away with batting your lashes pretty - you always do this when you want something.

♡ “What is it this time, kitten?” He asked with a lopsided smirk, looking you up and down in hopes to find out more.

♡ At this point you considered chickening out, his know it all attitude ruining the fun for just a moment but you smiled sweetly at him.

♡ “Sylus, mighty leader of Onychinos, my handsome boyfriend,” you started with some flattery, grabbing his chin playfully just to keep him waiting.

♡ “Would you… let me hold it when you pee?” You ask with a straight face but it only lasted 0.2 seconds until both of you broke the facade.

♡ Sylus chuckled and shook his head at how ridiculous you sounded but ended up shrugging.

♡ “You know I won't ever say no to you, especially not when you ask so nicely,” he teased and gently grabbed your wrist before dragging you towards the bathroom despite your protest of it being a joke.

♡ “Oh so you're telling me that you're too scared of getting your hands dirty?” He teases, wanting to see you struggle for the amusement.

♡ You ended up holding it with a pout, your cheeks burning while Sylus smirked at you, arms crossed over his chest - he didn't think you would actually do it but he didn't mind it at all.

warnings : stepcest, possessive caleb, pussy inspection (again), fingering, bimbo/dumb!reader, manipulative caleb?? idk, use of pipsqueak, angel, gege, caleb refers to your pussy as your princess, he also tells you inaccurate things about your pussy, caleb brings up that y’all guys are step-sibilings, like a lot :(

౨ৎ au : 𝓼tepbrother!caleb x 𝓼tepsister!reader ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

𝒴ou nervously knocked on your step-brothers door. it was late, but you needed caleb’s help. something happened—you woke up to your panties all damp and sticky; not to mention the annoying ache between your legs. you knew that caleb would help you, like usual. before you could knock again, he opened the door and you were welcomed with the sight of him without a shirt, grey sweatpants low on his hips.

again, you felt the ache between your legs get stronger and you pouted. “pipsqueak? what are you doing up this late?” he asked you, lifting an eyebrow. suddenly, you felt nervous. when you thought about it, it sounded silly now. you could’ve just asked a friend or looked it up. you made a small little uh, glancing down and rubbing your thighs together.

you heard a sigh from caleb before he tilted your head up with two fingers, making you look up at him. “angel, what’s the matter?” you let out a whine and bit your lip. with one hand, you pointed to the spot in between your thighs as they rubbed together. it did little to help the weird feeling, but at least it helped.

caleb looked down at you and a small little smirk formed on his soft lips. “sorry, what? i don’t understand. ‘need words,” he said and you knew he was teasing. you whimpered and rubbed your thighs again. “caleb…” you tried looking down again but he just pulled you closer, making you hit his chest. “i need words.”

“i-its—achy. i don’t know why, but—but i woke up and they were all wet,” you whispered, looking down nervously as you did. all caleb did was hum and pull you inside his room. he shut the door behind you and locked it, making you look up at him curiously. “i think i know what’s the problem. here, lay down on the bed for me.” you didn’t know why you had to, but you did it anyway. after all, caleb was much smarter and older than you. he must have a good reason!

you did as he told and lay down on his bed carefully. he watched as you did, standing in front of you. “good girl. now, can you lift your hips up for me?” you felt yourself pulse down there at the sound of his voice and you felt your panties sticking to you, making you whine. you did as he said, lifting your hips. to your surprise, he grabbed the hem of your silk pajama pants and slid them down to your ankles.

“mm—caleb?” you asked and lifted your head up to look at the larger man. he hushed you and his hands ran up your legs to your thighs, squeezing the fat gently. “you want me to help you out, right? this is what all big brothers do.” you hummed and nodded, plopping your head back down on the bed. if caleb said that this was normal, then it was. why would he lie to you? his hands left you and suddenly your panties were getting pulled off, revealing your wet folds. “ah, you really are wet, pipsqueak.” you lifted your head up a bit and saw him on his knees inside your legs.

you watched as he shamelessly put the wet spot against his nose and breathed in deeply, letting out a low groan. the sound made you let out a soft whimper, feeling you clench. “gege… the ache…” you whined and he hushed you again. “i know. do you know what that ache is, angel?” he placed your panties beside him and his large hands came back to your thighs, massaging them. you shook your head at his words, blushing. he hummed in understanding. “well, you feel this achy feeling whenever your pretty princess down here wants your gege. she gets all wet and it’s like it has own heartbeat, y’know? when that happens, you go and immediately tell me. i’ll make it feel better.”

you listened to his words carefully, your lips spreading apart a bit. you nodded. “will you help me right now?” you asked, your voice small. caleb gave you a comforting smile and nodded. “jus’ gotta see what she needs.” with that, he grabbed your knees and put your feet on top of the bed, making you spread your legs. he got as close as he could to your princess and he spread your lips with his fingers. you shivered when the cold air hit you but you didn’t stop him. after all, he was just checking what your princess needs.

he hummed as he inspected your pussy, a slim finger coming to run down your wet slit, making your hips jolt. “god, she’s so wet. were you thinking about your step-brother, pipsqueak?” he murmured and you bit your lip. you did have a dream about him—but all you were doing to him was what you do to your pillows! nothing bad. when you told him that, he looked up at you with a smirk.

his thumb came to your clit, rubbing and circling it and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation, hands coming to his hair. “and what do you do to your pillows?” he asked and a finger came to run over one of your folds. “i-i just rub against them.” that wasn’t bad, right? no, of course not.

much to your demise, caleb tsks his tongue. “dirty girl. rubbing against your pillows? i bet your princess was achy then, huh? i forgive you, though, angel. you didn’t know,” he said and you let out a sigh of relief. that sigh turned into a choked moan when caleb’s finger ran down your slit again, gathering your wetness before he circled your hole.

“this is where your gege’s fingers go. they enter this tight little hole and your princess will stop aching then, okay? it’s only pleasurable if your big brother does it, no one else though, okay?” he told you and you nodded, eyes fluttering shut. he pushed the tip of his finger in and you let out a mewl, tugging at the soft strands of his hair. it was a strange feeling, but you didn’t want to disobey caleb and tell him to stop.

he slowly pushes it in bit by bit, stretching you out. you gasped at the feeling, your walls fluttering around it. thankfully with how wet you were, it was easy for him to push his fingers into you until he was knuckles deep. you let out a moan when he began to move, thrusting in and out. you had never actually touched yourself, only rubbing or bouncing on a pillow—but this was much better. you felt another finger nudge next to it and soon he was pumping three fingers into you.

all you could do was let out moans and whines, your head splaying around on your silk pillow. your legs twitched and caleb gently hugged you, mentally thanking that your parents weren’t there. “good girl, let it all out. moan for your gege, hm?” he murmured and your hips bucked at his words.

the lewd sounds of your squelching wetness filled the room and you felt small tears form in the corner of your eyes. the more and more his large fingers massage that spongy inside of you the more you felt your gut clench. you were starting to feel a weird, strong coil in your gut and you let out a whimper. “gege! it feels weird—stop, stop!” you sniffed, hands coming to try to push his fingers away. the feeling was too much, too overwhelming—too new.

he tsked and slapped your hand away, making you let out a small sob and you felt his hand press on your stomach gently. “go on, cum for me, angel. come on my fingers,” he snickered and your jaw dropped when you felt the coil finally snapped. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you saw bright stars as you gushed all over his fingers. your walls fluttered around him as you came, your small body squirming.

“good girl, atta girl,” he praised you. you were left panting, sniffling as your cheek lied on top of your pillow dumbly. his fingers entered his mouth and he let out a groan at the taste of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the divine taste. once he sucked your cum all off, he gently picked you up. “alright. your gege’s gonna take care of you now, hm? just go to bed, pipsqueak.”

you let out a stupid, blissed out hum, head resting against his shoulder and you knew that your gege would always help you. no matter what ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?

Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.

:3

This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.

tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)

Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.

He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.

‘To my dear little brother,’

‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’

‘Warm Regards,’

‘S.K’

Just how annoying could his brother get?

With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.

“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”

It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before she deviated to be in her room.

Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?

No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.

Very light fake plastic trees mention!!!

Hey, do you by any chance have an account on AO3 named as colonelgoober? I'm asking you this because I found your fic Heart of Glass on that account. I would be upset if that account isn't yours and still uploaded my favorite masterpiece.

Yep. I'm colonelgoober on Ao3!

★﹐冬のはなし．﹗﹑ KUSUO SAIKI

ミ★ ; "I rejected her." he said, his voice remaining stoic, "Why?" was all you said, tears welling up in your eyes, "Because I like you"

warnings. angst. happy ending. second lead!teruhashi. implied unrequited love. grammar errors

"Saiki, I really really like you." the blue haired girl said, waiting for him to answer the two words she wanted to hear him say; "oh wow." but that never came, not from him but from someone outside the classroom door, it was a surprise they didn't hear her, she assumed they focused on each other. She left before the pink haired boy said anything, going to text him that their cafe hangout would be canceled.

'smth came up sai, i'm srry." — seen

Right. You were guessing that kusuo and kokomis were hanging out at this point, it was no surprise that they would end up together, he'll even some of kokomis crazy fans thought so. Those two were meant to be soulmates, together in every universe.

While you were stuck as the second choice, like always. You wondered if you were to confess before the blue haired angel would everything stay the same? That instead of teruhashi confessing to saiki in that classroom, it was you? That he said yes to you, and not her. You hated how selfish you were thinking, though you were glad you and saiki gotten those matching rings that would stop his psychic abilities, he wouldn't know what you were thinking of.

It was late, and here you were still crying over the pink haired boy, something you hated. You looked at the ceiling, and starting thinking of every universe there was where the two of them would end up together. That's when you heard a notification from your phone;

You checked your phone to ignore the feeling of heartbreak. That was the plan until you saw a message pop up;

"Meet me at the park in 5" — sent from 'ku⁉️'

It was 3 AM at the moment, what would he want this late at—

'I'm not taking a no as an answer" — sent at 3:02 AM

Okay then, you were heading to the park, great.

Once you got ready, you headed out your window, making sure it was quiet so no one could hear you, after that you started head to the park where the pink boy would wait for you. That same feeling of heartbreak not leaving you as you headed to the place.

By the time you get there he was by the swings, swinging back and forth, you went up to him and smiled, he looked up at you and stood up, "We need to talk," he said, that same stoic face not leaving him, "About...?" "Teruhashi confessed that she liked me," "oh. congratulations on getting with her! you two were practically made for each oth—" "I didn't say yes, I rejected her."

your didn't know wether to feel bad for her or not, "Why?" "Because I don't like her" "okay... why are you telling me this?" "Because I saw you outside the classroom door," that's why, maybe he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea about because you always joke about that to him, "Right, Is tha—" "I also wanted to let you know that..." "That..?" "I know you like me, I knew from the start" ah. you thought you were being discreet about it, guess not. "Look. give me time, I'm trying to get over you. Just please— give me more time to get over you" you look up at him and tears begin to show up in your eyes.

The link haired boy looked at you and grabbed you by the cheek, he got near your eyes and wiped the tears that began falling out, "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean then?" "I need time to understand what I'm feeling for you, to make sure I'm not lying to you." was all he said, he turned to look the other way, hiding the fact that he's flustered, "And that means..." "It means we could be something more"

And on that night, snow began to fall from the sky on a nice December night.

And Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream.

NAO SPEAKS? i lob my silly little pink haired guy :(

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CONFESSION.

Synopsis: You find Saiki's instagram account thinking it to be an abandoned one as it is completely inactive so you confess to it.

A Saiki Kusuo x F!Reader crack SMAU, that's mixed in with the normal fanfic format.

1. 2. You are on part 3. 4. TBA...

A/N:

‘Yare yare' means Saikis or readers thoughts (in italics)

'Yare yare' means other characters' thoughts.

'Yare yare' means Saiki is talking telepathically

Seems like the gods have finally decided to smile upon you, it’s one lucky thing after another. First, you’re in the same group as him, and then now you’ve been both assigned to make the graves!?

“So..” You start, looking at him for any sign of reciprocity for conversation. There’s none, oh well. “How should we do this?” You ask, and he just stares at you.

“Uhm..” You stare back and his face gets progressively more confused.

…

“Well, uhm..” Taking your eyes away from him and onto the materials laid out on the floor you start thinking of what you could do.

“We can make a mix of curved and rectangular graves.” You say, not waiting for his approval— he probably won’t answer again— as you grab the pencil to sketch the grave on the cardboard.

You feel his eyes on you the whole time, if he had super laser eyes there’d probably be a hole in the back of your head.

Shifting uncomfortably under his eyes you stop sketching for a little bit, “Aren’t you going to help..?” Wordlessly, he starts sketching by your side too.

Is he just not going to talk to you the whole time?

After a few minutes, Chiyo checks up on the both of you. “How are things going with you guys?”

Before you could even say anything she was already nodding and saying good job on the progress, like she was holding some kind of conversation with Saiki.

The fuck?

Are you missing a memo here or does Saiki and Chiyo have some kind of deeper understanding?

Are they, like, together..?

—

The walk back home is filled with thoughts about Saiki’s and Chiyo’s relationship, you can’t help but think that they’re together.

‘If they’re together, how come Chiyo didn’t pair themselves together??’ You ask yourself, “Maybe they’re keeping it lowkey.’ Another thought supplied.

With a sigh you decide to take a left instead of your usual right to go back home, maybe a treat could get you out of your own head. ‘Café Mami it is.’

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You Were Meant For The Ocean

tw: angst, hurt/no comfort, non-mc!reader x Rafayel, couldn't proof read through the tears :') "You were meant for the ocean." He smiles, watching you lay out on the patio with a book in hand. The warm sea breeze washing over you the salty air carrying into his studio.

"I think so too." You smile looking over at him as he paints. He gets up and lays out beside you, squishing the two of you together on the lounge chair. "Raf-"

"I'm tired and I want to take a nap." He lays on top of you, nuzzling into your chest.

"You're such a pain." You roll your eyes but you smile, fingers gently caressing his hair as you continue to read under the warm sun.

What warmth you felt that day. In your hubris you assumed there were many warm days to come. How wrong you were.

-

Watching Rafayel fall head over heels in love with his bride all over again ached your heart in a way that could only be described as soul crushing.

How could you compare to her? Tied by destiny and blessed with the ocean's love. How could you ever compare?

Did you have any right to him? Whatever the two of you shared, it wasn't in any official capacity. But some part of you thought that maybe… Well, it doesn't matter now does it?

It was far too easy how you slipped out of his world. You took quiet steps out the door. Who were you to interfere with destiny? What's the point of making a fuss when you won't be heard? Why fight what has already been written?

-

Rafayel didn't notice your absence for a long while. He was so wistfully in love it blinded him to the rest of the world. It was perhaps months until he realized you hadn't stopped by his studio in ages. There was a time he would come home to his studio and find you lounging on the patio, reading your book and waiting for his return.

When he pulls out his phone to text you he's struck with the painful realization of just how much he's neglected you.

"We should get lunch soon. That cafe by the beach is opening this weekend! c:"

"The arcade just restocked with a bunch of cute plushies we should try to get them~!"

"I heard from Thomas that your art exhibition is happening in 2 weeks. Why didn't you tell me?? I wanna come!"

"Are you alright? You haven't been answering my texts or calls lately.."

"Are you busy? We should meet up!"

"Raf this is getting a bit ridiculous.."

"Can we talk?"

"Lose my number."

He quickly tries calling your number but its sent directly to an automated voicemail. He starts texting you but they remain unsent. He pulls open his social media to check on you but he finds himself blocked from all your accounts. Panic starts to settle in his chest. When was the last time he saw you? Or even spoke to you? He can't remember. In no time he reaches your apartment but when the door opens its a complete stranger that had just moved in a week ago. What the hell?

He's desperate now and rushes to your job. Surely you'll be there right? He's told by your coworker that you were transferred to Skyhaven. You had put in the request yourself. Your co-worker was surprised that he wasn't at the farewell party.

Your departure was sudden for everyone. Every person he calls has no idea why you made the move. Until Thomas.

"Listen… I kind of figured something was up when she didn't show up for your last 2 exhibitions. I thought you were going to bring her when you asked for the tickets but then you brought that other girl around. I didn't want to pry so I left it alone, I figured you were in one of those hyper-fixation phases but then that other girl kept showing up wherever you were and she stopped coming around. I only heard about her leaving because her coworkers called me to invite us to her farewell party. I wasn't sure if you two were on bad terms so I just sent the invite via email. To be honest I was also surprised when you didn't show up but she didn't look surprised at all…"

Rafayel was shaking where he stood. Text messages, calls, emails all went unseen because he was too preoccupied with his beloved bride.

It felt like the world was collapsing in on him and to make matters worse the clouds parted to show Skyhaven floating high above him.

-

You look down at Linkon. The city seems so quiet from high above. Far off in the distance you can see the beautiful hue of ocean blue peeking through the skyline. Your heart longs for it.

"You were meant for the ocean…"

You close your eyes as that dull ache spreads across your chest. "Not anymore."

-

Months pass and Rafayel is in the throws of an artistic frenzy. Painting after painting of raging seas, stormy oceans and bleak, desolate islands. His beloved bride was his only solace but every time he sees her now, he thinks of you and the guilt rages on in his chest.

He's back out on the beach, searching for shells to mix into paint when he sees you for the first in what felt like ages. But you're not alone.

"Caleb! It's freezing!"

"Come on~ You said you used to love the ocean!"

"Used to, Caleb. Used to!" You're bundled up in a warm coat standing in front of a tall man with black hair. He laughs as he helps you bundle up more. "Plus who goes to the beach during the winter?"

"It's the only time I had off. Besides…" He pulls you in closer, nuzzling your red nose, "You look kinda cute when you're freezing." He teases, making you pout more. "Ah, just too cute." He leans in to gently kiss you.

Does he have any right to feel the jealousy in his chest? In a twisted turn of events he finds himself longing for you. Is that even fair? He has his beloved bride. The only one to ever have his heart. So why does his heart ache for you? What is this soul crushing feeling?

He wants to run to you. Hold you again. Feel your warmth. Breathe in your scent. He wants to go back to the days where you lounged on his patio and he could sink into your arms. He wants what he's lost, selfishly so.

You don't even notice him in the distance. Your fingers intertwined with Caleb's as you both walk further down the beach. Away from Rafayel.

"You were meant for the ocean…" He quietly murmurs, the sounds of the crashing waves drowning out his cries.

"I really thought you'd like the ocean, baby." Caleb muses, keeping your cold fingers warm in his pocket.

"Not anymore…" You softly sigh, looking out at the waters that no longer held your heart.

Who The Bunny Dragged in

gn!reader x Fushiguro Megumi

fluff; Megumi wasn't planning to confess today, especially not dressed in a bunny onesie, but here he is, forced by a lost bet, waiting for you to open the door.

JJK Masterlist | A/n: happy easter, fluff edition 🐣🎨

The doorbell rings unexpectedly, ripping you out of your concentration. You slowly lower the hollowed chicken egg you were painting, meeting the surprised looks your friends give you. None of you were anticipating anyone else to join your little easter get-together, and curiosity spreads through the small group as you make your way to the door.

You were expecting a neighbor, maybe the friend that canceled randomly showing up. You are entirely unprepared for the sight that meets you when you open the door. Megumi. In a pastel pink bunny onesie, floppy ears hanging behind his head, and a small basket clutched in his hands filled with candy.

You blink. Once. Twice. Is this real? The look in Megumi's eyes makes you think it is, utter embarrassment and regret lingering behind the dark irises.

".... Megumi?" You break the silence, your voice cracking under your confusion, and you start to worry for the boy in front of you. What in heaven's name could have possessed him to show up at your door like this!?

His cheeks burn red and he wordlessly shoves the basket into your hands like that would explain anything. Your still very baffled silence finally coaxes a verbal explanation from him. "I lost a bet," he mumbles, averting his eyes, "this was... part of the deal."

Only now, you spot Yuji and Nobara nearby, horribly hidden and giggling, watching Megumi stand here in this stupidly cute onesie. You crack a smile yourself and the boy looks like he's summoning the ground to swallow him.

Your eyes cast to the basket in your hands, finding the content to be almost scarily accurate to your favorite snacks. "Well... thank you?" you offer, entirely unsure how to even respond to this situation. Your eyes find his, catching them before he quickly looks away again. You notice the nervous fidgeting of his fingers, and it makes you feel slightly bad. "Pink looks good on you, you know?"

Your statement earns a scoff, although a small, almost adorable one. He looks back to Yuji and Nobara, seemingly checking if they're still watching, if he really has to go through with this. He takes a deep breath after turning back, his head lowered before he lifts it and determinedly looks into your eyes.

"I also- I... I like you, Y/n."

You freeze, eyes widening, voice stuck in your throat, and refusing to come out. "....Is this part of the dare?"

"No."

Your heart is doing gymnastics inside your chest, rebelling against the confinement that is your ribs. Never in a thousand years did you expect Megumi to like you. Never in a million had you envisioned a confession like this. Pink and bunny-themed. You swallow, heavy with the butterflies creeping up your throat.

"I uhm... I like you too." your voice sounds so awkward it's your turn to wish the ground would swallow you, face burning with embarrassment but Megumi doesn't seem to notice beyond his own mortification. Both of you stand there, quiet, awkward avoiding eye contact.

"... do we hug now or...?"

It's so painfully graceless between you, you have to laugh before you decide, yes, you do hug now. Holding the basket in one hand, you awkwardly wrap the other around Megumi. It's clumsy and maybe stupid but in its own way charming and butterfly-inducing.

You feel the warmth of his cheek under a small peck and wonder how he hasn't overheated yet. Distantly, Yuji and Nobara's giggling had stopped, replaced by stunned silence.

Still feeling overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, you can't help a grin from spreading over your face, dizzying butterflies rebelling in every vein. "Best confession ever," you proclaim with a small giggle, finding his unimpressed face incredibly endearing.

"Yeah, sure..." Megumi mumbles, visibly cringing at himself. He looks almost lost - covered in pink fluff and wearing that deadpan expression. "Sorry, for interrupting your easter brunch..."

When you return to your friends, basket proudly in your hands, a stupidly in-love grin on your face, and everyone asks who the hell had you at that door for so long, you tell them it was the easter bunny.

I HAVE A SOULMATE? I

C: Kusuo Saiki X Reader

W: The reader is an artist, There are hints at the reader being neurodivergent (my bad guys, I’m autistic), and Y/N is not used.

E: Everyone is born with a gem. Right over their heart. It keeps their heart beating. And it’s connected to your soulmate. When you meet, your gem glows brightly. And if anything ever damages your gem, assume your soulmate is dead. That means you’re dead next. (Dw guys no one dies I just had to add the dun dun dun effect),

T: Soulmate AU, Technically Love At First Sight

You were sitting on a bench way after school ended as you have been for a while. You found peace in sitting outside, sketchbook in hand. But, sometimes annoying friend groups just love to invade your space. Like this one friend group right now, a blue haired delusional boy, a butt-chinned idiot, a dark purple haired delinquent, a short perv, and a energetic gym freak. But the one that some how stood out, only because he seemed almost too normal was the one with pink hair, green glasses, and… hair…clips? The friend group seemed to be pushing him forward while he remained with a blank expression.

You heard their voices getting closer and closer, and you tried your hardest to ignore them. But it was getting worse when their volume seemed to be increasing by the second.

You looked up and saw them approaching. The group pushed the guy you had your eyes on forward and walked away, but not before giving a thumbs up. Your chest, specifically your heart began feeling warm.

“They forced me here. I don’t see you that-” He gets cut off by a bright light coming from his chest and yours. Your heart felt hot, but it was such a beautiful feeling. You looked down and you were almost blinded. You smiled sweetly.

“You’re my soulmate.” You said, completely in shock and disregarding anything he was previously saying.

“Guess so.” He said, actually using his words, not that you would know the difference. “Suddenly” his friends starting leaving for an “unknown” reason.

“I want to take things slow though. Some people jump right to kissing and to be honest, I don’t know you.” You say in the most sincere way possible.

“Thank god.” He sighed.

Do y’all want a part two? I planned on it but only if it’s wanted.

BUCKET LIST ౨ৎ K.SAIKI X READER

in which the teacher pairs you up with saiki to complete your bucket lists together for a project . what he doesn't know is that you're sick due to an illness and dying (literally) to complete everything on your list.

01. first and last day [REWRITING]

02. first and last day pt.2 [REWRITING]

03. rocky start [REWRITING]

04. why'd you have to be so complicated? [REWRITING]

05. cookie dough gone [REWRITING]

06. light it up [REWRITING]

07. jelly jelly [REWRITING]

08. sour & sweet [REWRITING]

09. do you think it makes sense ? [REWRITING]

10. i guess this could be worse

11. "kusuo"

12. lies

bump all of that sad shit I js wrote

imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.

He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.

You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.

He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.

Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.