We All Know Xavier Is A Jealous, Jealous Man... But Imagine Him Restrained In A Corner While He Watches

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.”

MC: So, do you have a crush?

Caleb: Well, duh. Of course I do.

MC, frowns: Huh. She must be very cute then.

Caleb, without even looking at MC: You're so narcissistic sometimes.

MC: !!

All the lads boys are switches to me you can’t convince me otherwise

Do guys think Caleb use your name both as an excuse and with pride whenever he talks with his friends and suitors right after the card where you pretend to be his gf?

"My girlfriend said I can't hangout, sorry"

"Oh girlfriend thinks I should do this and that"

"You want my number? You can ask my girlfriend"

"Can't accept this meal, but my girlfriend would love this if she were here!"

"My girlfriend told me to eat healthier"

"Oh my girlfriend needs me."

"I'm going back to Linkon this weekend, can't come"

"My girlfriend"

And his friends will all be like "WE GET IT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND"

Need more problematic Caleb fans to follow 😓 where are my fellow gege fuckers

Caleb cries when he cums send tweet

Jealous Caleb! can’t help but stare a little too suspiciously when you come back from a work meeting with a casserole dish in tow. A wide grin on your face as you explain “One of my coworkers made me a casserole! He used to work as a chef at that restaurant we go to!”

Jealous Caleb! glares at the dish as if the food personally committed a violent crime against him. He doesn’t allow you to see it though, smiling that all too warm and familiar grin and schooling his annoyance.

Jealous Caleb! makes ‘innocent’ offhand comments about the integrity of the dish. Silently livid that it smelled and looked delicious. But simply knowing that another man had the audacity, was enough to make it disgusting. “It looks okay…Kinda smells weird. Also burnt on the edges and raw in the middle, why don’t I cook pips-“

Jealous Caleb! who pouts like a kicked puppy when you deny his offer with an all too sweetly spoken phrase. “It’s fine Caleb, it’d be rude to not eat it!” His eyebrows are pulled together, his violet eyes glittering with a dejected expression as he frowned slightly and folded his arms over his chest.

Jealous Caleb! who watches as you begin to pull plates out of the cabinet. Biting his cheek as he stared. Waiting until you stood side by side with the glass dish, flicking his finger up and to the left. Effectively bending gravity to his will and watching with a newfound glee as the dish came crashing to the floor.

Jealous Caleb! who cleans up the glass from the floor as you whine about how clumsy you are for bumping into the dish without noticing. Comforting you with soft spoke reassurances, that smile never leaving his lips. “It’s okay pips, I’ll take the initiative and make some of your favorite.”

Jealous Caleb! who feels like his heart could have stopped seeing the way your face lit up at his offer. That smile. Those eyes. You were paralyzing to look at. “Braised chicken wings?!” A chuckle, his ears turning pink. “ ‘Course M’lady.”

Jealous Caleb! who makes a call into the Hunters association the next day, innocently leaving a complaint about this coworker for “disorderly conduct and ‘inappropriate workplace behavior.”

Jealous Caleb! who wants to be the only person to cook for you for the rest of your lives. All 100 years that were promised between the two of you. He never wanted to know that the smile he received when you tasted his cooking, the way your eyes gleamed with delight, those dimples, could be a sight that any other man had the pleasure of seeing. That was his. You were his.b

just been thinking about how caleb loves the facts that you can’t cum without his help. i mean he’s so obsessed with you, he’s made sure he’s carved the shape of his dick into your poor pussy. fucked you so well with his fingers that it’s impossible for you to ever get off without him.

no matter how much you pinch your little clit and push your finger deep in yourself, it’s just not enough! leaves you crying with frustration because when you try, it just never feels as good as when he’s stuffing you full with his thick fingers. curling them up to prod that soft, squishy spot that makes you see stars.

it’s so unfair!! he’s trained you so well. you have no choice but to facetime him. prop your phone up against your pillow and show him your drooling pussy while crying.

He’s off in deepspace, shaking his head and looking at you sympathetically through the phone.

“poor baby~” he cooes.

he’s so fake. he’s trying to comfort you, reminding you of the last time he was in your apartment. how well he’d fucked you. describing in detail the way your body curled in on itself, how your eyes rolled back when he was grinding his throbbing dick into you.

its not helping at all! only makes you sob more. you’re begging him to come home soon so he can fuck you properly. and he promises he will. his heart hearts seeing you so sad but secretly, he loves it! can’t get enough of your begging.

it truly inflates his ego knowing he’s the only one that can get you off.

search up ayahkisser on ao3. she has lots of dead dove fics in lads such as stalker/groomer xavier and other themes such as noncon/incest

Oh my god thank you

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.