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I just have to get this off my chest but I viscerally, physically, and spiritually need to be sandwiched in-between and stuffed by jealous Xavier and jealous Caleb just let them take their jealousy out on my holes while they prasingly degrade me or just swap back and forth on who praises and who degrades me at that moment until they either feel better or until their worn out and I've been filled up multiple times till it's leaking out of me like a river from how much they pumped in me (obviously wIth generous aftercare too because ohhhh boyyyyy it would be needed)...the absolute chokehold these two have on me (´TωT`)

I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense it's horny hours for my sleep deprived brain right now and I'm going to go sleep now but I hop you have a wonderful day and or night wherever you live and please make sure to eat something and to drink some water if you haven't yet ^^

Anon I love the way your mind works 😭❤️ I Need this so bad omfg

When I have the time I’m absolutely gonna write something for this 😮‍💨😮‍💨

bound by shadows — caleb

warnings — yandere caleb, written before i read the main story and his myth, saw some quotes on other apps, slight angst, no fluff

notes — knock knock its user raffswife here my old account is broken for some reason lets hope its not the same here </3 tags: @aomiiine

caleb doesn’t understand why you’re so afraid of him.

he’s keeping you safe from people who want to hurt you, from those who would use you for the aether core inside your body. his house is the safest place in skyhaven — no one can reach you here, not without caleb’s permission, at least.

so why are you cowering on your bed, looking at him with those fearful eyes? why are you leaning away from his touch? he wants to take care of you, not hurt you.

“caleb… please let me go,” you beg for the tenth time today, refusing to take the food he’s given you. “i promise i’ll come back when my mission is done- just… please let me go outside.”

“can’t do that, princess,” caleb murmurs quietly. “you know how much i hate it when you go out by yourself. besides, didn’t i tell you how dangerous it is right now? people are coming after you, pipsqueak.”

pipsqueak. the nickname you used to love as a little girl now sends shivers down your spine. you hate it when caleb gets like this — possessive and obsessed with you. sure, having him around keeps the weird guys away, but that doesn’t mean you’re okay with him stopping you from going out and meeting your friends.

he gets ridiculously jealous. the first time he saw you hanging out with a male coworker — who, mind you, has a girlfriend (now fiancée) — he wouldn’t let it go for weeks.

it doesn’t make sense. what happened to the sweet boy you’ve known since you were five? the boy who used to cook your favorite meals when you returned from missions? the boy who promised he’d do anything to make you happy?

“caleb, i don’t want to be locked up in here forever!” you exclaim, pulling at his uniform, desperation laced in your tone. “i have a life outside of this. i-i want to be able to work, have fun, and live my normal life again. i don’t need you to-”

“you don’t need me? is that what you think?” caleb grabs your wrist, pulling it away from his uniform. “tell me. what do you need? we can go back to linkon if that’s what you want. if you want to return to our past, we’ll rebuild our old house and move in together.” his grip on your wrist tightens. “and if one house isn’t enough, i’ll build you a whole maze. i’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want,” he says, bringing a hand to your face and gently cupping your left cheek. “it will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”

“caleb, you can’t just-”

“no one will ever find you again. i’ll protect you forever,” caleb cuts you off, his eyes showing no room for argument. you don’t even know what to say. caleb is terrifying when he (or the toring chip) acts like this. it doesn’t matter if he insists he’s the same old caleb from your childhood — he just doesn’t feel like your caleb anymore.

“caleb…” you whisper, tears spilling down your cheeks. you don’t know what else to say. it’s too overwhelming when he becomes like this. his touch, words, basically everything about him is suffocating.

“shh,” caleb says, gently wiping the tears from your eyes. “don’t cry, pipsqueak. you know i hate it when i see you cry.” he smiles softly as your tears begin to dry. “i promise you, once everyone who wants to hurt you or use you for your aether core disappears, you’ll finally be safe.”

kinda obsessed with how gritty and borderline depraved your version of Caleb is😍🥵 do you think he gets jealous easily?

Sorry omg I’m so down bad for pervs 😭 but YES he would absolutely be the most jealous guy in the world

Gonna make this one a little more fucked up just a warning

Caleb hated when anyone so much as looked at you. It didn’t matter who they were: they could be coworkers, friends, even a barista; it didn’t matter. In his eyes, you were his, he should be the only one to lay eyes on you.

It was manageable at first- he’d limit himself to glaring daggers and balling his fists while giving the fakest of smiles. But with time, he began to slip up. That barista that had remembered your order stopped showing up to work, and your friends started canceling plans. But Caleb covered his tracks, you’d never have to know how much he did for you. He’d always be there to support you when you were upset that no one seemed to want to spend time with you anymore. He was all you needed anyway.

You stopped going out, and he made no effort to change that. He wanted nothing more than to keep you to himself- only he could protect you. It’s not like you needed two incomes anyway, being a colonel supported the both of you, and it kept you away from that coworker he never liked.

Eventually you started going out again, after all, it was a new year. Then the door started malfunctioning. It was weird, Caleb never seemed to have the same issue, but he explained that it must’ve been a technical problem and that was enough for you. He always kept you entertained, fed, clean… happy for the most part.

Let me know if you’d like me to write more

I suppose an introduction is due

Hi there, you can call me Fox. I’m 22 and FTM, my pronouns are exclusively he/him. I’m bisexual and in a committed relationship.

At the moment I’m obsessed with Love and Deepspace and JJK, but I’m open to writing for different fandoms.

Please be aware that my writing will have dark themes, if you’re uncomfortable with noncon, fauxcest etc I encourage you to move along.

I encourage requests and am happy to receive DMs although I ask that you respect my social battery is rather low.

I will not write about pregnancy, vore, scat, vomit, pedophilia etc. if you have questions about what I’m willing to write, feel free to send an ask or dm.

Their Favorite Underwear (On You) —♡ LADS Headcanons

—♡Summary: They certainly have interesting preferences, that's for sure. —♡Tags: NSFW, suggestive, sex implied, afab!reader, no pronouns used, fingering, panty sniffing/licking —♡A/N: done staring at this I'm throwing it out into the wild —♡ masterlist

—♡ Caleb

Caleb’s favorite pair of underwear on you is somewhat an innocent pick. A worn out pair of cotton panties you’ve had since high school. 

They have some kind of pattern—either horizontal stripes, flowers, a repeating print of the cookie monster—doesn’t matter, he loves it all. 

They remind him of simpler times—laundry day when you were younger—and how they’d get caught up in his own load by accident. You’d flush bright red when he stopped by your door to drop them off, but he’d just throw his head back with a laugh and tell you it's fine.

He’s never told you how close he came to pocketing them instead.

In the present, he’s found himself on laundry duty again. The colonel is dumping your basket of dirty clothes into the washer when a familiar pair of cotton panties fall in. 

He doesn’t even bother looking around; Caleb reaches for them, breath hitching when he realizes they’re the same pair from before. He can’t believe you still have them. You really ought to buy some new clothes…

Something dark—hot—coils in his belly when he turns the gusset inside out and lifts the fabric to his trembling lips. 

It smells divine—a little on the tangy side, but he’ll make sure you drink more water from here on out. 

Then his tongue finally laps at the inner lining, and Caleb’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head. 

His hips jerk against the washing machine just thinking about sinking his tongue into your actual—

Your voice abruptly floats down the hall, some question he can barely hear, and Caleb tells you he’ll be right there.

Perhaps he will pocket these for later, after all…

—♡ Xavier

Xavier’s favorite pair of underwear on you…is actually his own.

His boxer briefs are basically yours at this point. 

When you sleep over and need a change of clothes, he just lets you borrow his; which is how you end up in an oversized shirt and boxer briefs in the first place.

Seeing you in his clothes is a thrill of its own, but seeing you in his underwear?

It’s an entirely new level of intimacy that has his ears burning red and his slow heart skipping a beat.

You wouldn’t wear just anyone’s underwear to bed, you’re wearing his.

He gets oddly clingy when you do, sliding in behind you in bed and nuzzling your shoulder as you scroll through your phone. 

You make some comment about a post you saw, but he’s hardly listening. Instead, his hand is sliding down your hip, stroking the fabric of his underwear and the heat of your skin. It brings a soft smile to his lips.

Xavier can’t help but think the slit of his boxer briefs is silly on you, sliding his fingers inside to gently stroke your pubes. It’s usually innocent, he just likes the texture.

But the hitch of your breath darkens his gaze, and Xavier gently coaxes you to continue scrolling as his hand sinks lower…

He hums in response to your little moan, fingers curling up into your slick heat. His other hand reaches around to take the phone out of your faltering grip and slams it against the nightstand. 

Xavier’s selfish, he admits—he doesn’t want you distracted by anything else while you’re wearing his clothes, his underwear…

You need to borrow another pair of boxer briefs by the time he’s done with you.

—♡ Zayne

Zayne’s favorite pair of underwear on you is not one you expected—thongs. He’s secretly crazy for them. Well, that might be an overstatement—but he enjoys the sight of you in them very much.

You’re surprised to learn about Zayne’s preference, though he doesn’t readily disclose it at first. You have to feign trouble picking between two sets of underwear first, and shove your phone into his face for an opinion. 

“...The one on the right.” The cool response is only betrayed by a fervent blush on his cheeks.

He likes slipping his fingers under the thin string, teasing and tugging. It leaves very little to the imagination; straight to the point.

Your order comes in, and Zayne secretly watches you slide them up your legs as you both get ready for a banquet. It’s all his mind keeps wandering back to throughout the night. 

Not only are you wearing underwear he picked out, but you’re wearing them to mingle with his colleagues. A rather distracting thought, isn’t it?

At one point during the night, you bend over to grab something, and the lack of a panty line reminds Zayne all over again what you’re sporting underneath.

He approaches calmly, interrupting a conversation with his colleagues by wrapping an arm around your waist. 

His excuse to leave early is well thought out—you suspect he’s had it in mind since arriving—but you’re barely listening when his hand wanders low.

It slides down your backside, and he absently thumbs the string of your thong through the fabric of your dress. 

…The car ride home is a short one, to say the least.

—♡ Sylus

If you asked Sylus, he’d say he prefers you in no underwear at all. 

But, if he had to choose, he’s rather fond of a simple red lace. Comfortable, practical, sexy. 

Not to mention, red is absolutely your color. The fact that it’s his too is merely a…happy coincidence. 

When he’s stocking up your closet in the N109 zone, Sylus makes sure to order only the best luxury brands exclusively in various shades of red.

The idea of you sauntering around base in his color is enough to make him purr at the sight of you, even when your underwear isn’t visible.

He makes a game out of guessing what pair you have on; is it the scarlet one with bows? Or perhaps the strappy maroon? 

Sylus finds out at dinner; you’re laughing at some ridiculous story when you uncross your legs, and there’s a flash of vermilion underneath your skirt. 

The one with heart cutouts? My my, you only wear that one when you want something…

His eyes roam you up and down as you continue your story, but you stumble over your words when a swirling red mist drags your chair closer to his.

You were quite bold for wearing such a bright color in public, and if anyone other than him was to catch sight of it…

Well, we can’t have that, can we?

Your breath hitches when his hand roams your thigh, smug eyes never leaving yours. His calloused fingers ghost the hem of your skirt, and your words trail off in anticipation of what’s to come next.

Sylus grips the fabric and tugs your skirt…down. 

Your face burns as he leans back with a chuckle, “You were saying?

—♡ Rafayel

Rafayel’s favorite pair of underwear? Brazilian panties, next question.

They sit high above your hip bones while accentuating the curve of your tummy; absolutely divine.

Of course, you look divine in everything; hell, you’d look perfect in only a seashell to cover your modesty. But something about the aesthetic of these panties, specifically, gets him insanely hot and bothered.

He brings you back gifts from his trip overseas, but he flushes and fervently denies having anything to do with the three pairs of panties tucked behind the body lotions and skincare.

Rafayel quickly changes his tune when you suggest modelling them for him, though.

That’s how you end up changing into them right then and there, a minty lace pair with a little satin rose sewn to the front. You rejoin Rafayel, who’s been waiting patiently on his bed.

Rafayel can’t speak, only tugs the back of your thigh closer as he swallows thickly. 

Your pubes peek out the sides due to the nature of the design, and you make an offhand comment about shaving the next time you wear them. Rafayel immediately shakes his head—as if offended—and grips the sides of your hips, thumbs hiking the side wings further up. 

He flushes, and his nostrils flare right before he lowers his head to lick a stripe up your lace front.

His tongue burns through the fabric, and the Lemurian lets out a shuddering breath against your stomach. You barely register the chill down your spine when he licks you again, this time his teeth catching on the waistband.

You never get to try the other two pairs on for him…

Imagine Caleb who is the typical service top who is quite submissive and who will do anything that mc ask him to do except when she does something that put her in danger or she interacts with someone else making him jealous… then Caleb returns to his extremely dominant and cold colonel persona to remind her how she is supposed to act and who she belongs to😈

(Spreading my double personality and verse!Caleb agenda) (Mc likes it very much)

Okay I’ll definitely write something about this in the future but I just have to say that my boyfriend is exactly like this and I’m so lucky 😮‍💨 he always begs to make me feel good but gets super rough and possessive if he thinks someone was giving me too much attention and then makes me say how I belong to him 😚

SO in other words YES

r u ok with somnophilia?

bc I can’t help but think Caleb would eventually escalate from sniffing MC’s panties to touching himself while looking at her, and then maybe cumming on her, and then what if he rubs his cum on her slit (god she’s already so wet for him), and then….

YES I’m a massive fan of somno personally obv TW for that below the cut

I think he’d be so pervy about it because he doesn’t want to wake her up, but she looks so cute all curled up next to him. At first he settles with just stroking himself while admiring how adorable she looks, but then she adjusts her position in her sleep, revealing more of her skin…

She’s such a deep sleeper, he just has to be gentle. In her new position he realizes he can grind against her thighs, and god are they soft. They feel so warm as he slides himself in and out, not realizing that with each thrust he’s getting closer and closer to her pussy until he can hear the obscene squelching as their juices mingle. It’s here when he loses all control, using one hand to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans and the other to hold him up over MC’s body as he rapidly thrusts against her wet core. Clearly her body wanted this even if she wasn’t conscious, right? He’s only doing what’s best for her.

She’s such a deep sleeper that she only wakes up hours later, still cuddled up to her big brother, but there’s more than her own slick between her thighs.

Anon thank u I can’t wait to write about that ask

I hc Xavier has super sensitive nipples and gets super whiny when they’re played with ^_^

I need Caleb to stalk and kidnap me so bad ugh

Late last night I was cursed with knowledge about Caleb’s arrival and drew it as fast as I could to share with the class

Caleb’s friends from college realizing that his new “girlfriend” has the same name as his sister he mentioned a while back. They don’t say anything just to see how far he’ll go. Not thinking they’d ever have to overhear him fucking her in the next room while she moans his name. Gross.

They knew he turned down every girl who ever showed interest, but they never thought for a moment that she was the reason why.

caleb likes to pretend he doesn’t notice every single time you cheat at kitty cards.

he acts like he doesn’t know your body language like the back of his hand—the way you purse your lips as you’re trying not to smile, the wrinkle of your nose, the crinkles at the corners of your eyes.

caleb knows you like he knows the air in his lungs, like the blood in his veins.

and it’s cute when you think you’re getting away with something.

so it’s fine if you win every time. he doesn’t mind. not when he’s keeping a mental tally of exactly how many points you earned from the cards you so carefully slipped out of the deck from under his nose.

(it’s fine, because you’ll be counting each and every stolen point back to him later while he’s spanking you.)

Your headcanons are so delicious🤌

Can you imagine taking Caleb’s virginity? All those years of pining and teasing and cold, cold showers….

Thank you for this omg I love virgin Caleb

Surely Caleb must have realized how thin the walls are by now. Even with his shirt in his mouth to muffle his whines it was obvious what he was doing every night.. and morning.. and sometimes in the middle of the day. Did he not realize how obvious he was being when he suddenly excused himself to go take a cold shower after your cuddling on the couch got a little more touchy than usual?

This time was no different. It was late- you both should’ve been asleep by now. Instead you lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling while trying to block out the sound of your adopted brother thrusting into his hand on the other side of the wall. You normally wouldn’t mind- sometimes you’d even press your ear against the wall and close your eyes, trying to imagine how he looks as he whimpers against his sheets. Tonight, however, you needed to sleep and his pathetic little noises weren’t helping.

Caleb never locked his door; he’d always reminded you that he would always be there for you whenever you needed him. He’d never thought you’d need him at 11:30 PM though.

Dressed in one of the shirts you’d stolen from him and nothing else, you swing open his door right as your name escapes his lips.

He scrambles to cover himself, but the friction of his sheets against his painfully hard cock sends a shiver through his body and a quiet yelp slips out.

“Having trouble sleeping?” He finally manages to stutter as if he’d not been moaning your name moments prior. Then his eyes slide down your body, seeing nothing but bare skin under his shirt. The fabric barely conceals you, covering just enough to hide the wetness between your thighs.

“You’re being too loud.”

You wouldn’t normally be this bold, but those years of secretly sneaking lustful glances at each other, of hands wandering just a little too far for siblings, and ensuring that no one came between the two of you had led you to this moment. He doesn’t stop you when you pull back his sheets; he just gives you those pathetic puppy eyes as the cold air hits his sensitive skin.

“I’m sorry”

Ignoring his words, you climb on top of him, legs straddling his as you cover his mouth with your palm.

“Be quiet.”

He’s never felt himself ache like this before. His eyes widen as your other hand slips downwards, wrapping itself around his cock. Caleb shakes his head as his eyes beg you to stop. You shouldn’t be doing this. But you know he needs it. You’ve heard him mumbling fantasies just like this countless times from the other side of the wall. He needs it.

His eyes roll back as he feels you press him against your drenched core. It takes everything in him not to climax right then and there, but he manages to hold out. You slip his length inside with ease as if you were made for each other. His whole body trembles beneath you as you feel him panting beneath your palm. His whines only get louder as you move- not even riding him, just readjusting your position. It’s clear he can’t take much more. His eyes meet yours once more and he silently pleads for it to stop- he can’t take it, it’s too much. You nod, the gesture giving him enough confirmation that he had permission.

You take your palm away from his lips as he cums, his whole body shaking from pleasure as he whimpers and moans before your lips crash against his. Caleb’s hands move to your hair, wrapping themselves around you just to hold you closer. Your lips against his are the only thing stopping him from waking the whole neighborhood with his desperate whines.

Eventually, he comes down from his high and you manage to peel yourself away from him, allowing him to catch his breath. He can’t meet your eyes, ashamed of reaching his peak within seconds of being inside of you. You slowly move away, releasing him from the softness and warmth of your pussy. Just that act alone causes him to choke and you can see a tiny dribble of cum escape his tip. While he’s still catching his breath, you lean down and kiss it, licking up the tiny droplets that slip down the side. Then you simply hop up and give him a teasing grin before giving him a quick peck on the lips, letting him taste himself.

He’s still in a daze as you slip out of his room and back into your own, but a few minutes later you hear the sound water running. It seems like another cold shower is needed.

Whoever sent my latest ask ily and I’ll answer it when I’m sober ❤️ but… thanks for the mental image 😮‍💨

Mmh thinking about Caleb getting MC (me) intoxicated so her (my) guard goes down

Nanami is here! I also struggle drawing him but I feel like I did him alright here! 🥸

op turned off reblogs but i wanted you to see this bc it's literally sylus

Caleb’s verified rumor card is crazy behavior omg.. many thoughts

I think I need to write about them taking it even further..

Infold stop being cowards and call Caleb a siscon in the English ver

Dear god can you imagine playing just the tip with Caleb?

“It’s not sex if you don’t put it in all the way…”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.” And then coats your hole with it and pushes it all back in anyway gahshdcjcjv someone take the Internet away from meeeee

THIS OMG

Both being pent up and needy for each other but refusing to admit it. So he decides to “help you out” like a good big brother… but the second he slips inside it’s all too much. You’d both promised each other that he’d just use the tip, just enough to satisfy that need. But you both need more, just the tip isn’t enough.

He keeps slipping deeper inside, and you don’t stop him. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of him roughly fucking into your wet hole and the shared gasps that escape your lips. He’s just helping you out, right? He would never want to dissatisfy his little sister.

we have to stop letting people write our pathetic Guys as daddy doms. i hope the next pandemic is premature ejaculation

Caleb.. emo phase.. please ..

6:13 a/n: more pathetic loser nerd boyfriend Caleb and bratty reader. mdni.

Caleb. Caleb crying, cheeks all rosy and he's so pathetic in how he wants you. And Caleb wouldn't normally stoop to this level, but you've been so mean lately and he can't find it in himself to be mean back! Not to you!

And lately, he's been needing to put bandaids on his nipples cause they're just so damn sensitive from all your teasing- it hurts to even put a shirt on cause when it grazes against the fabric it stings. Pinching, rolling- hell, your teeth tugging at them when you got your mouth on him. And really, it's his fault for indulging in your whims every time you wanted to mess with him. Really!

Because every single time you gave him that look, or touched him like that, he sighed, in defeat, and let you do as you wish. Snaking your hands up his shirt, maybe pulling it up... whatever way it took for you to get access, you would do it. And you...you're impatient. If the damn shirt doesn't come off, you would just rip it off- if you could. Sometimes you'd have to settle for messing with him with his clothes on.

***

His glasses are gone, he's already panting, and you've barely played with him. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" You emphasize that last "g" with a hard tug on one of his nipples, and he nearly whines. You kiss his cheek, adoringly before pushing his formerly puffy now perked-up nipples inwards. His ears are burning, his cheeks are on fire, and he's 99% sure- no, 100% sure that you wore that stupid shirt on purpose, no bra in sight. He can see right down your tits, and somehow down the valley of your stomach. And worst of all, he can see you pushing your thighs together. You were just as bad as him. You were just better at hiding it.

***

He just can't help it, shivering in a perverted delight as he digs under your bathroom sink for the bandaids again. This time, they were a cute Hello Kitty pattern. Fitting. The pink matched his nipples.

4:35

Well.

This was certainly a problem. You and Caleb were only supposed to be hanging out while it rained. That meant reading, building model planes, maybe making soup...

Not...this.

Not sitting with your back against his chest and his hands under your shirt, head on your shoulder watching some movie series on TikTok you randomly found. He hums, making some comment about the protagonist and how they should have done something some other way. You had stopped paying attention a while ago.

You didn't even remember its title.

His hands cupped your breasts, under your bra, kneading them lightly. Occasionally, he would offer a firm squeeze here and there.

"Mm, next part please,"

You blink, your back going stiff for a moment. "Eh?" "The next one, pipsqueak- please." "Oh- oh, right."

Your thumb scrolls up to go down to the next video, but it moved on to some reddit story. You'd have to find the rest of the movie somewhere else.

Caleb sighs, pressing against you, absent-mindedly rolling your nipples between his fingers. "A shame. I was enjoying that." He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, his hands slipping away from your tits as he gets up to go make lunch. Yeah... a shame.

I need Caleb and Xavier to hatefuck for MC

Please send asks I need more ideas to write!

I’m dying and the only thing that’ll cure me is yandere Caleb

If I make a mistake in my writing no I didn’t

Proofreading is for pussies