Yeah, I Said It

caleb x fem!reader

summary: the evaluation was meant to be easy. too bad you're paired up with caleb xia - top of your class, celebrated darling of the air force and the bane of your fucking existence.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, finger sucking, p in v, praise kink, spit kink, slapping, biting, rivals to lovers, military au, possessive!caleb

wc: 12k

a/n: my (late) christmas present to you all!! i was overly freaked out when i wrote this *blushes cutely* i hope you enjoy!! <3

also on ao3!

“Fuck.”

The curse leaves you as you stare at the sheet of paper plastered to the board, your eye beginning to twitch at the neatly printed name next to yours.

Lt. Caleb Xia 

Top of your class, celebrated darling of the Air Force and the bane of your fucking existence. 

“Caleb Xia,” you hiss under your breath, slamming your hand against the paper, making the board rattle. It draws the curious gazes of the other members in your class, but you’re too agitated to pay them any attention, teeth gritting together.

Rage crawls along your skin, another low curse leaving you. Today was meant to be easy. A simple evaluation that would have had you climbing the ranks if not for the asshole you’d been paired up with. You’d spent months preparing for this and now… everything was up in the air, all because of Caleb. 

.ೃ࿔࿐໋✧˖°. can’t shake him

contains: caleb/fem!reader, smut sooo mdni, yes he’s toxic, some possessiveness & manipulation, a subtle threat made once, you being unable to stand on business

thirty minutes ago, the decision that you’d been hesitating to reach had been made.

it was final. definite, conclusive, absolutely irrefutable.

twenty minutes ago, as soon as your boyfriend arrived, you carefully began to put your overly rehearsed plan into motion after having him sit. but see, caleb was already on high alert the second he read your sudden and sweet little text asking him to come over today when he could. his wariness only heightened once he stepped into your apartment and could feel that radiating energy of unease.

he quickly noticed you struggling to meet his eyes and how frequently you started sentences that you seemed incapable of finishing. even the small amount of distance put between him and yourself as you sat on the corduroy cushions was almost bothersome enough for him to interrupt and find the reason for why. almost.

caleb is many things: strong, intelligent, clever, reliable, crafty, funny. those were just the few adjectives readily available for one to use if they were to try their hand at accurately describing the man who was also your roommate and closest friend.

in fact, those words and then some would be what you’d use when it came down to gushing about what kind of person he is and the virtuous contents of his character. you of all people know him better than anyone, of course.

in that same breath though, it’s quite ironic and astounding how oblivious you are to the fact that he’s also a shameless pervert and your most dedicated obsessor.

he couldn’t find it in himself to be ashamed. he found it hard to even try to be in such blissful moments like these where the panties that were just nestled against your pussy lips were now wrapped around his leaking cock.

rafayel loves your vibrator. he loves that it sits in the drawer of your nightstand, unused—or so you claim, but he knows. he knows you use it more than you let on. he knows because last week, he randomly showed up to your apartment to which you opened your door and he found you with sweat beading on your forehead, a heaving chest and shaky legs, your thighs quivering helplessly. 

he didn’t say anything, just let a small, knowing grin take over his features. 

he was disheartened at first. why use a toy when you have a boyfriend with nice, long fingers and impeccable stroke game?

but then he thought… why not use it to his advantage?

and he does one day when he’s over at your apartment, pounding into you and making you scream loud enough that the tenant above you can hear you clearly. and while you’re disoriented, eyes shut and jaw slack from his deep thrusts, he reaches over to your drawer and pulls out the pale pink silicon wand. 

it feels cheap in his hands, but it’ll do. 

to your dismay, his thrusts slow, but your protests die in your throat when you hear the loud, familiar buzz fill the room. your eyes snap open and you see rafayel sporting a cocky smile while examining the details of your vibrator. 

“y’know, cutie… you should’ve told me about your little friend here.” he says before his darkened eyes flit to meet your widened ones. 

“wh-what are you—raf!” you exclaim off a sharp gasp when he slots the vibrator in between your warm bodies. it’s pressed directly against your clit, shooting jolts of electricity through you. “fuck! no, ‘s too mu—ch!”

rafayel moans softly as he can feel the ripples of vibrations in his throbbing cock. you tighten around him, body thrashing underneath him while melodic whines pour out of you. 

“hmm? too much?” he croons, cocking his head to the side, circling the vibe around your slick clit. “but you look like you’re enjoying it, cutie? doesn’t it feel good getting tag teamed by me ‘n your friend like this?”

your eyes roll in pleasure, mouth agape as the soft, docile ‘yeah,’ comes out in the form of a defeated whimper.  

he inhales sharply at your quiet admission, but he presses further. both in his questioning and with the toy. “look at you being honest—good girl.” he murmurs shakily, containing his own pleasure to focus solely on yours. “tell me, pretty… how often do you use this?”

you stutter on your words, gasping helplessly and his cock rocks into you leisurely while the vibrations enhance the experience all the more. “n-not oft—often! fuck—please!”

rafayel pulls the toy away and leaves you twitching around his stilling cock. he smiles wickedly at your sob of protest. “what happened to being honest, baby?” 

“i-i am!” 

“mmm,” he hums in mock disbelief before turning up the speed, letting it vibrate in his hand. “i don’t think you are.” then he’s back. fucking you with quick, deep thrusts with your toy against you, your orgasm gradually building back up. “that’s okay, though. wanna know why?”

you offer a pitchy “why?” mind displaced by the utmost pleasure. 

he leans in, his lower abdomen trapping it between your bodies. “becaaaause now every time you use it,” he pants, lips pressed against your ear. 

“you’ll think of me.”

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“Aah… aaah… cutie.”

Red rope confined him to the rattan chair, taken from some corner of the house to serve your pleasures. The tight bond forcing his exploring hands from finding you, trapped in your torture. His soft pink tip had deepened in color, little bits of pre-cum softly shining in the subtle light of the lamp. Your pumping hand slowed, wiping your thumb over the tip as his teeth gritted.

“I was… mm almost there, just let me please.” Desperate eyes searched for your leniency, his plump lips pouting naturally. Your damp hands began their motion again, Rafayel’s hips making up for your slow efforts. He cracked a whine from the lack of speed, dropping his head back. Sweat gripped to his shirt, his toned body peeking through the white of the wet shirt.

Your tongue dragged over his length, taking the time to watch as he squirmed in anticipation. Rafayel sat up as far as he could, see your pretty mouth take in his cock. See your cheek fill with a bulge and hear the sweet melody of his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Come on, love, you can take it.” Sweet whines continued to fill your ear, Rafayel heater skin spreading warmth through you. You continued to take his length, making eye contact with him as you filled your mouth.

“Just like that, I’m gonna cum.”

Quickly you removed yourself from him to watch him writhe in agony. How his once body full of pleasure had now ached, how it reached for you like a plant drifting to sunlight. Sweat dripped down his abdomen, into the purple hair usually below his belt.

“Cutie, you’re killing me.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 caleb cuddles you as the afternoon settles soft around the two of you, the world outside the window dipped in molten orange and bruised purple—colors that should have demanded your attention but somehow pale beside the quiet shimmer of his eyes. You’re curled against him, legs tangled, his hand lazily tracing idle circles on your hip like he’s memorizing the shape of you all over again. “Caleb?” you mumble, half-asleep, cheek squished into the warm plane of his chest.

He hums, low and tender, nose buried in your hair as he breathes you in. His sigh is so gentle it barely stirs the strands against your forehead. “Do you think…” you pause, lips dragging against his skin, “we’re together in every universe?”

He freezes—just for a heartbeat—before a soft laugh rumbles under your ear. Then he wraps both arms around you and squeezes, hard enough to push out a tiny squeak you immediately regret giving him the satisfaction of hearing. “Oh, absolutely,” he murmurs, voice warm as the sun sinking behind the clouds. “I love thinking about that.”

You shift back just enough to look up at him, brows raised. Caleb meets your gaze with a dazzling softness that makes the sunset behind him feel dull.

“In universe number two hundred and sixty-five,” he begins, brushing a kiss against your cheek, “I’m X-02 and you’re A-01. Two anomalies who shouldn’t exist, finding our paradise anyway.”

Your fingers curl around his torso. “Mm. Go on.”

“In universe three hundred twenty-seven,” he continues, eyes half-lidded, “I’m a colonel and you’re a hunter. We fall in love even when every rule says we shouldn’t, even when the whole damn world tries to pull us apart.”

He nudges his nose against yours, smiling against your pout.

“In universe one hundred thirty-eight… I’m just a big dumb puppy following you around. And you’re this tiny angry kitten hissing at everyone but me. Two orphans trying to survive a cruel world together.”

You snort at that, but he taps your waist in warning.

“And universe eighty-nine” he says, pridefully. “We’re two apples on the same branch. I’m the red one. You’re the green one because you’re not ripe yet. Adorable.”

“Caleb—”

“No, listen.” He cups your cheek with one warm palm, thumb brushing your jaw like it’s something holy. “And in universe seventy-five… I’m your favorite character from an otome game. And you fall for me every single time.”

The sunset melts behind him, twilight folding gently over the room. You rest your forehead against his, breath mingling, hearts slow and steady. “So,” he whispers, closing his eyes, “no matter the world, no matter the version of me— I always find you. Always end up right here.”

Pathetic dog hybrid!Caleb makes a mess…(+18mdni)

Mixing along with the sounds of your moans, was Caleb’s tail thumping wildly against your bedsheets. With every lick he gave to your cunt, a whine erupted from his throat. He damn near came in his sweats when your ankles wrapped themselves around his neck, shoving his slick-covered face deeper into the space between your legs.

“Caleb…please.”

Your breathless tone had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Just as his floppy ears perked up, so did his cock.

“Ah shit…just-just put it in already.”

He paid your request no mind. His tail continued to wag as eagerly as his tongue swirled around your clit.

“One more…give me one more.”

You ended up giving him what he wanted, coating his mouth with your sweet slick.

He was clumsy as he removed the rest of his clothing. By how he tugged at the material, you were surprised it didn’t tear. Though you had seen it before, you could never get used to the sight of his pretty cock. Fat and thick with a vein running down the side of it, it formed into a perfect curve that when held at a perfect angle, would press against your G-spot in the best way possible.

Letting him settle between your legs once more, your hands found his forearms as he lifted your lower half onto his thighs so that your cunt was leveled with his dick. With how sticky and wet he left you, there would be no resistance. Your cunt would greedily accept what he was about to give you.

“She’s so pretty, pip. Pretty and perfect just like you.”

Curling himself over you, he kissed your breath away, his tongue licking every inch of your mouth. Holding his dick with one hand, he positioned himself at your entrance.

Just as his blushing tip slipped passed your entrance, a yelp came from the man. He stilled, his face remaining hidden along your neck. Even you froze, only reacting when you heard a sniffle and something wet met your skin.

“Caleb, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

You tried to get a look at his face, but he refused to budge from the safe space he had found in you. He spoke, yet you couldn’t make out the words as they were muffled.

“You need to speak up, puppy. Otherwise, I can’t help you.”

When you tried to push him off, he cried and tightened his arms around you.

“Please, don’t go!”

“Then tell me what’s wrong!”

At the rise of your voice, his ears went flat along his fluffy brown hair and his tail tucked itself between his legs. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“…already.”

When you managed to only catch the last word, you asked him to repeat himself.

“I came already!” He cried. “I can’t help how soft and warm you are. Pussy feels like heaven.”

You were at a loss for words. Your hand moved quicker than your brain and reached between your legs. You paid no mind when Caleb whined as your fingers brushed around his dick that was still slightly lodged inside of you. There you found his warm seed spilling around him.

You were surprised and you wouldn’t lie to yourself.

It was kind of hot that the poor pup was so turned on that he couldn’t even fully sheathe himself inside of you before making a mess. His cock was still hard and ready to go.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology had the butterflies in your tummy fluttering about.

“Oh, sweet puppy. It’s alright.”

With a hand, you forced him onto his back and climbed into his lap.

His eyes sparkled as they took in your naked form, large hands coming to rest on your hips. The rise and fall of his chest had picked up, showing how excited he was to have you on top. If he hadn’t been lying on his tail, it would’ve been twitching like crazy.

“P-Pips, I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it…Just love you so much.”

A grin broke out on your face before you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his lips. His response was instant, tongue quickly slipping onto your mouth so that you can taste yourself. As he was distracted, you worked his entire length inside of yourself, a groan falling from you as you felt him pressing against your cervix.

Caleb must have felt it too as he broke away from your kiss in shock. His brows were scrunched up, cheeks an adorable pink as he realized he was fully inside of you. When you brushed your fingers against his cheekbone, his eyes found yours. He felt his heart flutter at the sight of your warm smile.

“Don’t worry, puppy. We have all night for you to learn some new tricks.”

Muehehe

"I licked it first so it's mine" but it's just Sylus and Zayne taking turns making you fall apart on their tongues the whole night until you're utterly fucked out

FUCK.

Dragon! Sylus and human darling post number hundred and sixty something.

Dragon! Sylus who absolutely does NOT understand how big his is. At ALL. This man wants to play and wallow and roll and spin and roll with his darling, bathtimes are a shit show. You know how birds take baths?? Imagine that but a three hundred pound lizard doing it much less gracefully.

Dragon! Sylus with a strict bathing schedule- every night as the sun sets, he takes his darling to the water fall that flows from the mountain down into a huge spring, something out of a movie or something because only the best views for his mate duh.

Dragon! Sylus who takes little to no time at all, ridding his human of their stupid clothes, he swears theres no point in them, tossing them with a huff more aggressively than needed onto the bank.

Dragon! Sylus who literally just fucking goes for it and grabs his mate and hauls ass directly into the moderately cold spring water, absolutely drenching his human- he almost feels bad. Almost. But when they come up sputtering with that steady pout and glare, leaning into his grip with a shiver, he once again cant find it in him to feel remorse. It will happen again.

Dragon! Sylus who after he's sure his mate with stay and soak in the water ("cold is good- healthy for your skin" he lectures. Glad he gets too when he doesnt have to freeze his ass off) swims out some, more into the middle of the spring. Before absolutely FLAILING like a mad man, slinging water in every direction thought possible as his wings flap and swing, cleaning themselves.

Human! Darling who receives a face full of water one too many damn times and now knows to duck underwater to wait out the storm, otherwise they WILL be pelted in the face with flying droplets. Yeah the clothes they were wearing earlier? Soaked. The rocks framing the outside of the spring? Soaked. Hurricanes WISH they had this much power.

Dragon! Sylus who once is done with his ministrations of drowning the local animal population, FINALLY comes over to scrub his darling clean. The fanciest soaps and oils he can find- detangling and separating curls/tangles/ or putting it up for wash day. Exfoliating and acne scrubs, lotions, you name it this man will find it. Oh also all in his darlings favorite scents ofc.

Dragon! Sylus who once he's done pampering his darling, only dragging them out when their skin prunes, will carefully dry them off before abruptly taking off up towards the cave, butt ass naked, not a damn care. The audacity of this man. Also the cold air from the wind?? Drying on the cold spring water?? He's lucky he's cute.

Dragon! Sylus who makes up for it by stocking a huge fire in his fire pit, grabbing the warmest blanket he can and bundling him and his human, his wings a cacooning them, holding in the warmth of the hearth, the hard scales soften by the prolonged exposure in the water, making it the best time to press into him and let his human heater warmth work its magic. And ofc he's cooing, humming and purring the whole time, whispering ancient prayers into his humans skin, speaking praise in dragon tongues. Okay maybe the cold water is kinda worth it.

Dragon sylus and human darling drabble time (thank you for the reblog with tags for giving me this idea)

Dragon! Sylus and his obsession with mirrors. They're everywhere, all over his den, anywhere his darling goes in the cave always has their reflection pointed back at them. Not like sylus does this on purpose or anything so he can always see his gorgeous darling at every angle.

Human! Darling who watches the light reflect off of the mirrors just right, and observes how their dragon's head always darts towards the shiny light beam, the slitted pupil eyes sliding further closed as he watches the supposed "threat". This surely cant result in human darling using this information for nefarious purposes right? Right. (The human ignores the overgrown lizards glare 100 percent on purpose and he knows it.)

So Dragon! Sylus who ends up spending the entire late after noon chasing and darting around the cave, chasing a beam of light from a mirror his human darling has picked up, aiming across the floor, moving it with the sun rays to catch it just right. He darts after it, long claws trying to bat at the rays, going right through to his great dismay. His tail whips wildly behind him, back and forth, the hook on the end barely visible from how its twitching and flicking. Is this a little embarrassing? Being condemned down to his instincts he cant control? Well when the light beam shoots across the stone walls, and when a 300 pound dragon subsequently scitters across the floor with much less than his usual grace, the laugh and giggles that pour from his darlings throat like the sweetest music he's ever heard in his long drawn out life- no. Its perfect and this is exactly how he wants to spend his evening actually.

thirst trap caleb............ yea