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He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.

You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”

You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”

That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”

It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.

He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.

He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,

“You gonna behave while I read?”

You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.

His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”

He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.

“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.

So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.

Still, he doesn’t say anything.

You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.

“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”

You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.

“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”

“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”

His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.

Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”

You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.

He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.

Still, you don’t stop.

You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.

So you pull back.

Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.

And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.

This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.

You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.

But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.

Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.

He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.

You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.

And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.

His book is tossed aside without a second thought.

Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.

Then, he moves.

He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.

His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.

He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.

You can’t look away.

A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.

Behind you, he notices.

His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.

You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.

"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"

His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.

So are you.

Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—

His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

Only then does he let go.

With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.

Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.

"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."

A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.

But he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.

You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.

"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.

The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—

A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.

At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.

Your breath hitches.

"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."

The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”

Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.

He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.

Not enough to deny himself this.

His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.

“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”

He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.

“—so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.

"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."

Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.

Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.

"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."

His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."

And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.

The car ride is silent—dangerously so. His hands grip the steering wheel tight, jaw set, eyes locked on the road, but you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. You push your luck, shifting in your seat, letting the hem of your dress ride up just a little more, just enough for him to notice.

He does.

His knuckles turn white, and that muscle in his jaw ticks. His possessiveness always simmers beneath the surface, but tonight, you poured gasoline over it. Letting another man get too close, laughing a little too sweetly at a joke that wasn’t even funny, brushing your fingers over someone’s arm like you didn’t already belong to him.

So now he says nothing. And somehow, that’s even better.

“Are you mad?” you ask, tilting your head, voice teasing, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He doesn’t answer. Just flicks his eyes toward you.

That’s fine. You like a challenge.

Your gaze drops, tracing the shape of him beneath his slacks, the way his pants strained left little to the imagination, and you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. He catches you looking, and his breath comes out sharper, hands tightening on the wheel.

“Stop” he mutters, but there’s no real authority behind it.

You bite your lip. “What?”

The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s debating whether to punish you with silence or pull over and make you regret every second of your little game. His patience snaps first.

The car jerks to the side, tires skidding slightly as he pulls into a secluded area off the road. The moment the engine shuts off, he’s turning to you, fingers curling around your thigh, thumb pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You think it’s funny, teasing me like that?” His voice is rough, thick with barely restrained control.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.” You say it without shame, letting your eyes drag down the length of him again, lingering on his lap.

Something in him breaks.

He tugs you forward with ease, pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of him. His hands grip your hips, rough and demanding, dragging you down so you can feel all of him, thick and heavy beneath you.

Your dress rides up, pooling around your thighs, and his hands waste no time slipping beneath it, fingers pressing into your skin, possessive, claiming. You barely have a second to process the shift before his lips are on your throat, teeth grazing, breath fanning, sucking a mark too close to your chin and low from your face that will be impossible to hide.

You shudder, fingers threading through his hair, but he isn’t done.

A hand slides up your back, tugging at the zipper of your dress, he pulled the fabric down your shoulders, exposing more skin to his hungry gaze.

His palms cupped your breasts, fingers teasing over sensitive peaks before his lips replaced them, warm and wet, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. you arch into him, pressing yourself closer, chasing more.

His teeth scrape against your collarbone, and before you can let out a full whimper, a sharp smack lands on your ass.

You jolt, a soft gasp leaving your lips, and his smirk is nothing short of sinful. “Now is when you want to behave?” he asks, voice teasing.

Your only answer is the way your hips roll against him, feeling how hard he is beneath you. Oh, how much he wants to wreck you for every second you made him jealous tonight. He grips your hips, guiding you, forcing you to move just how he wants, shifting your weight, he maneuvered you onto one of his thighs, pressing his hands against your hips.

The pressure against your core made you whimper, and he guided you, slow and deliberate, making you move against him.

The windows fog. The air turns thick.

And the way he looks at you? Like he’s going to leave proof of his name on every inch of your skin?

You think maybe, riling him up was the best decision you’ve ever made.

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [5]

You stare at Caleb's back as he continues to calmly make more pancakes for the both of you and then you place your fork down, a small smile on your face. "Babe."

"Yeah, spitfire?"

"Give me back my phone."

"No can do."

"I will shove you into traffic."

Caleb turns his head to shoot an amused smile at you. "Spitfire is that the only threat you know? What about shooting me? Or what about stabbing me in my sleep? You know, black widow style."

Your fork is thrown at his head but is easily stopped with his Evol. "Well, that wasn't very nice was it?"

"I willingly allow you to kidnap me." you hiss, glaring at his back as Caleb turns his attention back to the pan. "I'm even fine with staying here for a while. But. You. Took. My. Phone." You raise your hand in frustration. "I'm not even hiding anything that can be 'dangerous', so what's the big deal!?

Look, you were fine with the whole 'yandere' thing going on with Caleb because, well, he wasn't even that bad!But him taking your phone?? With all your games??

Abso-lute-ly not!

"Is it truly a kidnapping if you give consent?" Caleb mused, picking up your plate to add more pancakes. "Look spitfire, do you know anything about. . . . what happened to MC? And her heart condition?"

You pause, and furrow your brows. Well, seeing that you were once MC, you knew practically everything about her. But you couldn't just say that could you? So you raise a brow at him and allow familiar words to flow out of your mouth. "No not really. She didn't tell me anything, even when I asked "

Caleb sighs and presses a kiss on your forehead. "Then I can't really say much, if she even truly understands what really happened herself." He places his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in. "A few people are keeping an eye on MC, dangerous people. And since you're her sister, they have started to keep an eye on you as well."

You furrow your brow. "What the fuck does that mean-" you pause, blinking as a memory flashed through your mind. Someone watching MC? Her hidden past? Her heart condition?

Was Caleb talking about Ever?!

Oh gosh darn it. It all made sense now. You let out a loud groan and lean your head forward on his chest. "Explain."

You feel Caleb hum and he places a kiss on your forehead again. "I can't say much, mainly because the more you know, the more the risk of these people finding you rises. Still -" he cups your face, raising your head so you could meet his gaze. "- everything I'm doing, it's all to protect you spitfire. [Name], I know with me faking my death, you might not trust me, but for this one thing, will you place your trust in me once again?"

Oh this silly boy. This silly silly boy. You let out a sigh and lean against his palm, closing your eyes. It wasn't like you didn't understand the situation. Ever was a group that was everywhere, every Love Interest was connected in some way, even if it was minimum. From Zayne and Xander Sciences, the N109 Zone turning into a wasteland because of them as Sylus had hinted, Rafayel and The Nest, and Xaiver's collar.

Ever was everywhere.

Which was why you knew to take Caleb's words seriously. You had no interest in trying to discover their secrets, you didn't even have the power to fight them.

So did that mean all you could do was sit idly by? Unfortunately, yes. You weren't the MC, you were simply. . . . You.

And for the first time in a very long time, the fact that because you were a simple NPC hurt your heart.

You sighed again and hugged Caleb tightly, pressing your face against his chest. ". . . I'll trust you." You mumble. "I think I'm incapable of never not trusting you."

"Haha. I'm glad-"

"But." You hiss, raising your head to glare up at him. "I want a phone. I get it, stalkers are stalking my phone, but I want a phone damn it! How will I contact work!? And MC!?"

A smile blooms on Caleb's face, and he leans down to nuzzle his nose against your own. "Hmm. Don't worry, I already have a phone waiting for you, with all your games and work stuff saved."

"Oh! In that case, I want more pancakes."

Caleb laughs and presses a kiss against your lips, and the tension that has been hanging in the room finally broke. You watched as he moved back to the stove, pouring the batter into the heated pan.

So, life was about to be hectic for you. Your boyfriend essentially kidnapped and took your phone, Ever may or not be watching you, and since Caleb was a Colonel now, that meant KC would be in Skyhaven soon.

All those manhwa's you read in the past were right. Involving yourself with the main lead and one of the love interests would drag you into a mess.

Well, with a boyfriend like Caleb? Could you really regret it?

. . . No. Not at all.

One more Part to this, Caleb! Where you'll see the whole relationship through the eyes of Caleb himself ~

Sorry it's late gang, college has been a pain in the ASSSSSS but I hope you enjoy this!!!!

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MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [4]

When you arrive at the airport, just as the text stated, Caleb was there.

He had his hat on, his very familiar (to you at least, but you suppose you had to act like this was new to you) Colonel's attire, and sleek black gloves on his hands. Ignoring the driver as he opened the door for you, you accepted your handbag and marched over to your purple eyed boyfriend.

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to push him into an empty room and tear off his clothes.

But the only thing you could do as you finally got close to him, was place your bag down and slap him across the face.

His cheek grew red from the impact, but he barely made a sound. "Months." You start, gripping the front of his suit to drag him down to your level. "Months have gone by when I thought you were fucking dead. And suddenly you send me a text and I see you're alive!? What the absolute fuck Caleb!?"

Your grip tightens on his suit, and you glare up at him even as he cups your cheeks with his gloved hand, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry." He says, and you glare even harder.

"I'm going to punch you."

"Go ahead. Punch me as much as you want spitfire." He rubs your cheek gently, a soft smile on his face. "I'm just glad you're ok and here, with me."

"Stop agreeing with me and being so sappy you bastard!" You snap, struggling in his hold as he drags you into a hug. "Ugh! Lemme go!"

He chuckled softly, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "You can yell at me all you want spitfire, but not here. As much as I want you to, I am still the Colonel, and many eyes are still watching me."

You huff again but relax, realizing he was right. This wasn't the time nor place to beat him up. "Whatever. There better be food on the plane."

"Only the best for you."

When you arrive at his place, you drop your bag on his couch and move to where you assumed his kitchen was, using your limited understanding of playing his Myths and Cards in the game to help guide you. "I'm still mad at you." you begin, watching as the cabinet opens and a glass flies into your hand. You turn around to see a bottle of orange juice open by itself, then tilt as the liquid poured into your cup. Stupid Caleb and his stupid Evol and his stupid understanding of what you wanted. How can you be mad at him when he does cute shit like this!?

"So." You turn around to face him, gulping down your drink so you can distract your mind. "Wanna explain how you're alive!?" You slam the cup down on the counter table, anger making your blood boil. You don't know why you were so angry, you knew he was alive. you knew he was fine. Still. . . . still . . . . what if you dating him made things worse? What if he actually got hurt!?

Tears suddenly dripped out of your eyes as you helplessly stared at him. "You . . . you died Caleb! You died and you left me behind! What is wrong with you!?"

"I had to act like I was semi-ok in front of MC! She was devastated! She lost her best friend, and I lost my boyfriend, yet here you are fucking alive!?"

You close your eyes as you try and wipe your tears away, not noticing him walking towards you until you feel his arms wrap around you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing your back gently as you continued to cry. "I can't tell you why I left, because it's related to. . . . well a lot of things, but I want you to know, that each time I closed my eyes, each time I woke up, each time I went down to the Deepspace Tunnel, you were on my mind spitfire." He kisses your head, breathing in deeply. "I've missed you so much spitfire, and this time I promise nothing, and I mean nothing will drive us apart again."

"I will never let you go."

You sniffled and shoved your face deeper into his chest, choosing to remain silent in the meantime as you continued to sob. After a few minutes though, a small sigh escapes your lips. "If you pull a stunt like this again, I will kill you myself."

A fond chuckle leaves his lips, and he pushes you away gently so he can cup your cheeks. "Noted," he murmured, then pressed his lips against yours, your first kiss after months of being apart.

When you woke up the next day, it was to the smell of pancakes. Grumbling under your breath, you pick up your shirt and place it on, waddling over to the kitchen to see Caleb by the stove pouring more batter into the frying pan, a plate of perfectly cooked pancakes on the side. You pick up the fork and begin to dig in, humming at the taste. "Good to know that your dying didn't take away your skill of cooking."

"I practiced extra harder for you spitfire." Caleb leaned towards you to press a small kiss on your cheek. "Eat up, you're going to need all the energy you can get."

"Yeah yeah..." you mumble, shoving more food in your mouth. "Oh hey, where's my phone? It should have woken me up with my alarm."

Caleb turns back to the stove. "I'll get you a new one."

You pause your chewing, quickly swallowing it so you can talk clearly. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm keeping your phone hostage."

"Why?"

He turns his head to give you a gentle smile, though his eyes have darkened. "You don't need that phone anymore, trust me, spitfire."

Ok, what the fuck?!

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MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [3]

Caleb kisses like a god.

His hands wrap around your waist firmly as his lips slide against your own, his tongue forces itself into your mouth making you blush heavily but moan softly.

Holy shit this man was wonderful at kissing! Though you couldn't help but feel a flare of jealousy rise up at the thought of him kissing other people. So you ask him, and he laughs with pure amusement. "Don't worry spitfire. You're my first and only."

If someone asks if your heart had started to beat faster at his words, you would push them into traffic.

When your sister had found out about your relationship, she had sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I owe Zayne so much money now."

"You betted against me!??"

"Well duh. Caleb literally liked, no, adored you! The only person who couldn't see it was you!"

You stared at her with confusion, nervously fiddling with your hands. "But. . . . . Aren't you mad? I thought you liked Caleb?"

A gentle smile bloomed on your sister's face and she leaned against you body, placing her head on your shoulder. "Caleb is my best friend. Nothing more alright? I'm really happy for you two! But...."

You freeze. "But what...?"

"If he hurts you and makes you cry. Best friend or not I will push him into incoming traffic."

A startled laugh escapes your lips. "Are you stealing my threats?"

MC shrugged. "They work perfectly fine."

"Make your own threats! Only I can push people into traffic!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yah uh!"

As days went by and Caleb continued to shower you with affection, and MC continued to giggle and tease the two of you, your guards began to slowly break and crumble down. Ok, you weren't the MC, but he still liked you! That was. . . . .that was amazing!

Every now and then you couldn't help but break out into giggles at the reminder that Caleb liked you. Not her, but you.

She could keep the other men, you wanted your red flag boyfriend!

Though, it might not just be him that's a red flag. You might be one as well? Did that bother you? A bit yes, but Caleb seemed to enjoy it a lot.

It happened on a typical winter day, the cold air making you shiver as you walked side by side with Caleb, who finally got some time off to visit you. He quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulder and dragged you closer to his warm body, making you smile. "You cold spitfire?"

"I hate winter." You mumble, pouting when you felt his chuckle. "Stop laughing at me or I won't kiss you ever again!"

"Oh nooo, can you ever forgive me?" He places a kiss on your forehead, and your face grows hot. "Look, we're at the cafe now. Let's head in and get you something warm." He guides you towards Destiny Cafe (when you realized the name, you had begun to cackle like a madwoman. So Destiny Cafe existed here and wasn't just a game mechanic!) and pushed the door open, the warm air making you let out a sigh of relief. "Good yeah?"

"Hmmmmm..." You hum, allowing him to guide your body to a seat. He ruffles your hair and sits across you, placing his chin on his palm as he gazes at you with so much affection that your face heats up even more. "What? What's on my face?"

"Beauty." He murmurs, and you squeak. "Pure beauty-"

"Hi! Welcome to Destiny Cafe! May I take your order?"

The moment is ruined by a high perky voice, and you turn your gaze to stare at a young girl with a huge smile on her face. She stares and Caleb and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, fluttering her eyebrows at him. "I'll be your server today, my name is May. So, may I take your order?"

Caleb turns to meet your gaze. "What would you like spitfire?"

You meet May's annoyed gaze head on and a small satisfied smirk forms on your lips. "Just some hot chocolate, that's all."

"I'll have the same." Caleb looks at May making her bloom. "Of course! I'll be right back!" She smiles at him and walks away, and your eyes catch the way her hips swayed with her movement, making your eye twitch.

When she finally is gone from your sight, you turn your gaze to Caleb and get up, pushing him to the edge of the booth so you could sit next to him. You drag him down by the back of his head into a kiss, and bite down on his lip, smiling when a bit of blood hits your taste buds. You know you shouldn't be jealous, Caleb had said time and time again that he liked you. But. . . . but you couldn't just help yourself.

"S-Spitfire-"

You snap back to reality and push him away, your face red. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry! Did I bite you too hard!? Holy shit I don't know what got over me!"

You watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away some of the blood away from his lips, a smile on his face. "It's fine it's fine! In fact, I enjoyed it very much."

. . . . . Was he a masochist or something!?

You shouldn't be surprised though, this was Caleb you were talking about. Still, you dart you gaze away and mumble out a "Sorry..."

A hand cups your cheeks, and Caleb lifts your head to stare at him. "I said it's fine spitfire, really!" He leans down to kiss you himself, and your cheeks heat up as one of his hands moves down to slip underneath your skirt. The only reason why the two of you part away is because you hear footsteps come towards your booth. Still, you make sure you place a small kiss on your neck, your lipstick leaving a stain very visible on his skin.

You watch as May glances at your flushed faces, and at the lipstick mark on Caleb's neck, and your heart thrums with pride at the small scowl that she wasn't quick enough to wipe away. "Here are your drinks, enjoy yourself!" She says, then rushes away.

As the two of you eventually leave the cafe, you notice that Caleb wasn't wearing his scarf anymore. "Aren't you cold Mr Pilot?" You question, raising a brow at him as you walk together hand in hand.

He gives you a smirk and point at the lipstick stain. "I want everyone to see this. To show who my girlfriend is."

Your face heats up again, and you jerk your head away. Still, a small smile forms on your lips at his words. Oh goodness, you weren't going to let this boy leave.

Even when he fakes his death and becomes Colonel, you would find him and keep him by your side.

Many. . . . Ok only a few months to be honest, pass by, and the infamous explosion happens. You move in with MC finally, mainly to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, and mainly because even when you knew he was alive, you missed Caleb, and she was the only one who understood your pain.

You stared at your phone every day, hoping that he would send an impromptu text, a 'Hey spitfire! I'm alive! Come find me :D'

But nothing. Nothing pops up.

One day after work though, you stroll around the city in the dark, one headphone in your ear and your phone in your hand. A sudden notification freezes you, and after a few seconds of silence, you rush to follow it's instructions.

"Spitfire, five blocks ahead of you, there's a black car with the license plate 367 LKN. Get in, and when you arrive at the airport, I'll be there waiting for you. Don't be late.

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

MC TWIN AU - CALEB's Spitfire.

It took a lot of begging, a lot of pouting, and a lot of bribery, but eventually you agreed to follow MC to her grandma's house.

"My friend Caleb will be there with us today!" She said excitedly as you drove, following the instructions of the GPS and MC's memory.

You hands clenched on the steering wheel, but you force a grin to form on your lips. "Oh? Caleb hm? That's the uhh the pilot guy right?'

MC nods, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Yep, that's him. I don't see him often since he lives in Skyhaven now, so I really want you two to meet! I'm sure you'll love him."

Oh, you had no doubt in your mind that you'll love him. After all, he was the love interest you went after back on Earth!

Hours of grinding, hours of listening to secret times, hours of kitty cards and claw machines. Even when the whole fandom hated him for being MC's 'brother', you were his biggest fan.

Maybe it was because out of all the other love interests who saw their first love in MC, this MC was Caleb's first and only MC. That was what made him win among all the others.

So you gave your sister a gentle smile and reached over to ruffle her hair. "Hmm, I'm sure he's a great guy with all the stories you tell me." You hummed, laughing as she tried to hit you for messing with her hair. "Hey hey hey! Don't disturb the driver ok! Watch it!"

When the two of you arrived, MC bounced over to the door as you slowly trailed behind her, nervously fiddling with your hands. It's ok, it will be ok. You've been through worse! You've been through an entire pandemic! You shouldn't be this scared.

You watched as the door opened and a familiar boy, well, man would be the best word no? stepped out and pulled MC into a hug, and you quickly stomped on the green monster called jealousy that threatened to claw itself out, and continued to merely watch as the two childhood friends reunited. MC finally pushed him away and turned to look back at you. "Come on!" She gestured, making you let out a small sigh, steel your nerves, and walk up towards the house, ignoring the stare he placed on you. She grabbed your hands and smiled up at him. "Caleb, this is the girl I told you about. My twin! We did blood tests and everything! [Name], this annoying piece of sh-"

"Whoah now pipsqueak. Is that how you introduce me to your friends?" He interrupted, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest. He let out a sigh and tutted. "I'm hurt!"

MC poked her tongue out at him. "Bleh!'

'Bleh!"

You could only watch with a sweatdrop. "Um, hi?'

Purple eyes snapped towards you, and a gentle smile formed on his lips. "Hey there. The name's Caleb." He outstretched his hand for a handshake, and as you accepted it, it took every restraint you could muster up to not squeal with joy as you felt his tight grip. MC was one lucky girl! "It's nice to meet the infamous twin."

You raise a brow, and turn your gaze to stare at MC. "Infamous? You talking shit about me?"

MC huffed. "Of course I don- Ow ow OWW!" She yelped as you reach over to smack her head. "Nothing bad nothing bad honestly!"

You smack her again for good measure. With a huff, you focus on Caleb. "Everything negative she might have told you about me, it's all wrong."

A small chuckle leaves his lips. "So you don't threaten to stab someone whenever you're losing at Kitty Cards?"

You innocently bat your eyes up at him. "Little ole me? Threaten someone? I would never!"

"Liar! You threatened to push me into incoming traffic just last week!"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yah uh!"

Laughter interrupts you two, and you both turn your heads to see Caleb doubling over with laughter. "Oh! You two are a couple of riots!" He wheezes, wiping tears out of the corner of his eyes. "Oh my God! But you two should come inside now. Grandma has been dying to meet you."

MC's eyes lit up and she drags you in by your arm. "Come come! Let's go meet Grandma!"

The dinner was nice, and you realized that just like in game, Caleb could cook really well in reality as well. You tried your best to answer any questions sent your way or just simply talk, but your mind was mainly on the dishes before you as you gobbled them up. "Woah slow down, slow down spitfire!" The nickname makes you blink, and laughter makes you raise your head to stare at purple eyes. "The food isn't going anywhere. And if you like, I could pack some extras for you?"

You stare at Caleb, then turn your gaze to MC and point at him with your chopsticks. "See, it's not that hard to be nice."

"Why you little -"

Spitfire huh? Well, you could work with that.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

I might do more on Caleb before doing anymore on the others tbh. I love Caleb sm

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

Let's go back to this for a second because I was thinking to myself, would they match my freak? Because those boys are already freaky as it is but NSFW or SFW wise, would they be able to handle little ole me?

Like, Caleb. Ngl, I'm fine with him locking me up ✋ I think I already said that but, as long as I have good food, AO3, and like, basic living expenses I'm cool. So that's something we both match our freaks for yeah? I'm a firm believer that if there are two consenting adults, do whatever the hell you want 🤷‍♀️

But if that little dog doesn't allow me to like go shopping or to like go to conventions, I'll take that dog tag and shove it into his mouth. My introvert ass is fine staying home, but I better leave the house sometimes or I'll go stir crazy.

Whenever I read smut for Caleb, he's always on top and all that shit and I 100% fuck with that 🙏 I fuck with that so hard but I want you to all to consider the fact that I (and all the Caleb girlies) would also like to be the one to fuck him 😏 like the new trailer already showed us shoving the dog tag in his mouth, now imagine collaring him oh LAAAWD

He calls me pipsqueak? I'm calling him mutt 😐 I know I said I liked the pipsqueak nickname but I'm already short as it is irl and I KNOW PIPSQUEAK HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH CALEB BEING A PILOT I UNDERSTAND ✋ BUT 🫵 I'M A 5'1 ALMOST 5'2 ADULT WOMAN. IM SICK OF BEING SHORT 🫵 so I'll call that boy mutt

And....and that's it 🧍‍♀️ maybe I do match his freak 🧍‍♀️I'll yap about Zayne next because he's my main and my love 😚

the spider’s sense! a spidercaleb series.

♥︎ spider-man!caleb 𝑥 fem!reader

synopsis. ┆ caleb’s life was perfect—until it wasn’t. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkon’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with you—his smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.

tags/warnings. ┆ college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isn’t evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies, mdni

a/n. ┆ fanart art is by 长白山小葱头 on weibo. this is my first series on this app to celebrate hitting 1K! if you want to join the taglist, comment on this post or send me an ask.

main masterlist. ┆ talk to me!

chapter one ┆ pest control. (coming very soon)

caleb's worst fear comes true when the two of you are assigned as lab partners, especially after your first experiment together goes horribly wrong in more ways than one. (4.2k)

abt to redownload love and deepspace for. reasons.

RAHHH DELICIOUS ART!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ART OF MY FUNNIE CHARECTERS

missing files drawing!! was thinking to make it like a poster lol