#CALEB PLEASE

[sylebs]

"I never hear you say you miss me."

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

caleb angst hurts so bad to consume but i can’t STOPPPP ITS TOO GOOD💔💔💔

[smallmightsupremacy]

I'm cackling at how he switches from speaking like an academic scholar to a 13 year old gamer just like that 😭😭

[warlockslovetomeow]

i’m fucking fried. ohhhhhh my god that card finished me.

[anona1-mous]

‼️cw: blood, horror art

"out of all the grimwalkers, you looked the most like him."

[werewren]

I have an intense love for Caleb Widowgast.

[calebxia]

i can’t beat this fucking battle please i need to see caleb immediately 😭

[neigepomme]

caleb gets in a bad mood when he has to wipe away the lipstick mark you leave on his cheek in the morning.

not because you left one and it's an inconvenience — absolutely not. you can mark him up as much as you want, and the thought of complaining would never cross his mind.

he gets sulky because clearly showcasing that he has a significant other to those in the fleet would get you in danger, so he reluctantly wipes it off. still, it makes him more strict during the day, and the recruits under him can feel his cranky mood.

"not good enough. five more laps around the building."

and with an exhausted sigh, they all respond "yes, colonel xia," wondering if he got up on the wrong side of the bed that morning.

the solution to his sulky attitude on days where he has to work is simple though — just leave a kiss mark on the junction between his neck and shoulder, so that he can hide it under his uniform. sure, a possible consequence is that you'll both get to work a little late, him with a bit of a dazed look on his face and reddened ears, but as long as the recruits don't have to run more laps for no reason? no one will comment on it.

alternatively, if caleb's having an off day and you leave a kiss mark anywhere on his face? he's never wiping it off. he loves running errands with you handiwork displayed on him.

his favorite thing about it?

when older ladies in the grocery store stop him and comment on it. he'll flash them a giddy smile and say something along the lines of "isn't she just the greatest?" and walk away with more pep in his step — while they fawn over how lucky that loverboy's darling is.

[heartyluv]

warning: period sex, mentions of blood

can we all agree that caleb thoroughly enjoys period sex…?

i feel like you mentioned once out of the blue that you heard sex could help with the cramps—just giving him a little factoid—but you never thought he’d want to do anything with that.

caleb fucking you where there’s blood involved? it felt like it was equivalent to biting forbidden fruit.

but one day when your cramps are really bad and you can’t stand to do anything but lay down, he mentions it to you as if he suddenly remembered about it.

(he never forgot)

secretly, after that first time, he’s fucking addicted to it.

you’re so, so wet, your cunt is hot and definitely feels way tighter than usual. while it’s technically supposed to be helping you, the man drooling above you and losing himself in your pussy is too far gone because his dick is wrapped in the warmest cocoon.

“fuck…fuck you feel so good..” he legitimately is getting drunk of watching the mix of your blood, slick, and his cum on his cock and the ease in which he’s gliding in and out of you.

he’ll kiss your face as he asks you, “does it feel better, baby?” and oh my god is it slowwww. not only does he not want to make you uncomfortable, but if he goes too fast, he’ll finish way quick than he wants to.

and you’re infinitely more sensitive, so each time he brushes against you clit, your body jumps in preparation for an orgasm. and when you squeeze him…he’s not kidding when he says he’ll put a baby in you if you let him.

“any time you need me to make it feel good, please tell me. i’ll always help you, pretty.” you know how men sound when they get super whiny because it’s so overwhelmingly good and even more so when they’re about to come…? that’s caleb. he physically can’t shut up.

and it’s his pathetic mewls, cries, and drool on your skin that makes you gush all over him. he for sure comes way more and a lot harder every single time you let him fuck you on your period.

he loves it so much that he starts to track it himself. it’s literally a holiday for him.

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A/N: creds to @/drifting-moon for the divider!

[berrryparfait]

lick my conch ! 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier x fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: "beach day", or so he said. little do you know that he's about to eat you out to the point of tears! 「i can't take this anymore... his tongue—!」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, cunnilingus on the beach, squirting, cl*t stimulation, intense orgasms, semi-public, dubcon on reader's part

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: cherry – lana del rey

✧ a/n: reader singlehandedly spawned another ocean with her c*m and that's okay! #peaceandlove happy reading! <3

“The beach is quiet today, sweetie.” Sylus rests a calloused hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch surprising you. “Uhuh…” You don’t quite know where he’s going with this. Looking around, there’s not a single person in sight, but you can hear voices coming from somewhere behind the giant beachrock you’ve been leaning against. You eye him suspiciously as his hand travels further up your thigh, a familiar glint in his eye that tells you you’re in deep, deep trouble. “Relax. no one can see or hear us.” Not here, Sylus!—you want to yell at him, but the pad of his thumb on your clit effectively silences you. He massages you gently through the thin fabric before pulling your thong to the side, your pussy already moist with arousal. “Well, look what we have here…” he muses, positioning his face between your legs and admiring your wet folds. “We’re in public—“ you begin, stopping short when his tongue pokes out to tease your clit. “Mmpfh—“ You try your best to suppress your moans, but he’s lapping at your cunt now, eagerly as a man starved. “Fuck, kitten—you taste so good…” He licks and sucks at your needy pussy, every inch of you begging for his attention despite the fact that you’re quite literally committing a felony right now. The thought flies right over your head, your entire being consumed by the quick, wet movements of his lips and tongue against your sensitive heat. As you feel your pleasure spiking, you grab his semi-wet hair and arch your back, attempting and failing to muffle your moans as you cum all over his mouth, the sensation crashing over you so hard you see stars. He smirks at you annoyingly while you writhe in pleasure, taking in the beautiful beach scenery that is now you. “Return the favor for me, will you, darling?”

Perfect weather, perfect day. The cool breeze brushes against your skin as you sip from your glass, the sour sweetness of the sparkling mojito dancing on your tongue. "This is so good," you remark, carelessly tipping the glass towards you and spilling a bit on your bare stomach. Caleb looks down at the mess you've made and tuts, as if wholly unsurprised. "She strikes again. Good thing I've got a way to clean that up." He brings his head down to your navel, then begins trailing small kisses down your stomach, cleaning the sweet liquid off your skin as he goes. When he reaches the waistline of your bikini bottoms, a lopsided smile twists his lips. "Caleb, we're out in the open right now—" you protest, but he pulls them to the side and begins licking at your folds anyway. You whine in surprise, frantically looking around the beach for signs of other people. His tongue is on your clit now, caressing your core with slow, languid movements at make your toes curl and knees buck. "You're wet for me, Pips..." he groans as your arousal coats his tongue and drives him wild. The friction between his mouth and your cunt is overwhelming, and you rock against his face out of your volition. "Ugh... Ahh—!" Propping yourself up with your elbows, the rough sand digging into your skin while you're consumed by the euphoric feeling that is Caleb's tongue between your folds, you hear footsteps approaching in your direction. "Quick, come for me, baby—" A wave crashes in the distance, mimicking your climax. You shake with pleasure as the orgasm hits you, squirting in Caleb's face as he massages your trembling thighs. "Quite the clean-up job, if I do say so myself."

"The water's so peaceful today," you muse, leaning your head on Rafayel's shoulder. "It might be a sign," he replies, the cryptic answer puzzling you. He chuckles at your quirked eyebrow, then shrugs. "All I'm saying is that we wouldn't want the calm tide to go to waste." Before you can make sense of what he's trying to say, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up over his shoulder, balancing your weight with one hand. "Put me down, Raf! What are you—" With a splash, he tosses you into the water, jumping in right after. Treading, you look around, but can't see him anywhere. A pair of hands grips your thighs, and you gasp in shock, wondering if you should be fearing for your life right now. But the way the waves instantly calm, the way the sea suddenly looks bluer—you know it's him. He gently pulls your legs apart, and you instinctively search the shoreline for watchful eyes. Thankfully, there are none—for now. He pulls your swimsuit bottom down and in a split second his mouth is there, planting soft kisses on your clit. You bite your lip and rest your legs on his shoulders, unsure of what else to do. His tongue laps at your cunt, which has now grown wet independent of the seawater all around you. You can't hear him, but you can feel him groaning against your pussy, the warm vibrations buzzing through every nerve in your body and drenching you in ecstasy. "Ahh—ahh..." you moan out loud, hoping no one on land is able to see or hear your lewd expressions. A stronger wave sways you then, and his tongue hits your g-spot at just the right moment. You come undone with his mouth around your heat, crying out as your shake uncontrollably with nothing to grab on to but his hair. You can feel his dirty grin between your legs. He rises to the surface, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. "I may be a sea god, but I do love drowning."

You both decided to embark on this beach getaway to get your minds off work—something the two of you are pretty much constantly drowning in. Despite your dedication to the task, it's to ignore the fact that your inbox hasn't been checked in hours... "Zayne, maybe we should check our emails. Just the emails! I hate the thought of missing something important..." He smooths a hand over your arm. "We both assigned perfectly capable stand-ins, remember? Try your best to relax now that we're here." He pauses then, thinking. "I may have something in mind that could help. It's common knowledge that reaching orgasm is incredibly effective for relieving stress." You gape at him. "Reaching what now?" He smiles at you, gently, then gets on his knees before you can stop him. "Zayne! We're in a public space!" He ignores your feeble protests and spreads your thighs apart. The next thing you know, his mouth is on your bare pussy and you can think of nothing else. He starts off slow, worshipping your cunt with smooth, unhurried strokes. But it isn't long before he responds to your sweet verbal sounds, picking up the pace as if knowing exactly what you need. His lips firmly latch onto the area around your clit while his tongue straight up abuses the swollen nub, flicking it with such unrelenting speed that you cry out for mercy. "Fuck— Zayne—!" You clamp your thighs around his face, squeezing hard. Back arched and feet curled, your mind is no longer on emails, that's for sure. "Fuck, fuck—!" you wail before the orgasm hits you and you cum all over his mouth, squirting warm, transparent liquid onto his glasses and down his throat. He massages your pussy for a while longer, drawing out your climax as you spasm around his fingers. "There, better?"

"I like this one." He points to a baby blue seashell by your foot, eyeing it curiously. You laugh, trying your best to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. You've been horny for the past hour, but don't want to say anything to ruin the innocence of your date. "You're ovulating, aren't you?" he asks, waking you from your stupor. "How did you know?" He grins sheepishly, then mutters something about how he always knows. "It's not a big deal, you know, me being like this. We don't have to do anything. I'm happy just sitting here with you—" "Ride my face." It sounds more like a command than a suggestion, and you waste no time following his orders. Making sure there's no one around, you slide your one-piece bathing suit off and position yourself right above his face, where his mouth is already open and waiting. "Fuck, you're so wet..." He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto him, and the feeling of your cunt settling onto his lips is heavenly. You begin to rock against his tongue to a steady rhythm, waves of pleasure filling your body as your clit rubs on his chin and nose. "Mmmpfh..." he sighs into your pussy, prompting you to fuck his face harder and faster than before. You grab a fistful of his hair and jerk your hips against his mouth, the both of you grunting with every thrust as the pressure builds and builds deep in your core. "Yes—right there, right there—!" you scream as his tongue hits that sweet spot, sending your heart into orbit. It's as if your hips have a mind of their own as you hump his mouth, the wet suction noises intensifying— You burst all over his face, squirt and cum leaking out of your pussy in violent spurts that he promptly licks up. Panting, you slump onto the sand and fall into an exhausted, satisfied heap. "Back to counting seashells, are we?"

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[kiiseru]

Closer

[xayspancakeee]

ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆

may this spring guide your flower babies to find their way home to you girlies °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[shypotatoes013-blog]

Can we fucking talk about this?

I may sound really bad when I say this but it pisses me off to no end that we can’t have this game without men crying for a male mc option or trying to erase the MC. Like no??? This game isn’t for you. The creators made it FOR AFAB PEOPLE specifically. We don’t have shit like that.

It’s always inclusivity this, inclusivity that.

There is PLENTY of BL and other games dedicated to people who enjoy that type of content. Go play it, go read it.

I used to like yaoi. I preferred it over hetero at one point but like there’s liking and then there is projecting in places and insisting everyone else get behind it. You just don’t fucking do that??

Is it really SO BAD that AFAB have something for themselves? Do you have to belittle us and erase us so badly that we just have no spaces for ourselves?

And then saying they’d have better chemistry with another man. 😭 Have you heard the secret times? Have you read the stories or the cards? They are absolutely infatuated with the female body (and I know I used female here I’m sorry but that’s what mc is portrayed as in game.)

It’s not a contest. You can like them, headcanon them with another man. You can do whatever because they’re fictional just STOP ERASING WOMEN. We are allowed to exist in media.

I’m sorry for anyone reading this. I can’t articulate this the way I want to. It just makes me so mad that we deal with so much misogynistic bullshit and can’t have anything. I don’t go around trying to assert myself in spaces that weren’t made for me and I can’t understand why this isn’t an understood concept.

Edit: Also in reblogs

I've already expressed that I did not know how to articulate at the time either and my intention is not to make enemies of anyone. I admit that I could have waited to word that better, thanks for the input. It wasn't well received by my very trans friend either, but she has corrected me on the usage of the term AFAB, amongst other things.

However, I do not care that they want or wish for representation. It's the aggressiveness that some of them exude that is off putting. It's not fair I used general and pointed language and I'll take full accountability.

The erasure is completely removing the MC from the equation when she is the central point of the game. It literally revolves around her. And it was said that she lacks chemistry and that the men would have more chemistry with another man.

Opinions are fine, but when you're deadass serious just because you can't stand to see a female with the LI, that's different and THATS what I'm talking about.

I expressed that it's fine in headcanon and fanfiction because it is fiction. I don't have an issue with that, if you'd read that instead of jumping to that conclusion. I don't give a shit that people ship them together or with other men.

I don't care that they even ship themselves, but the actual hate, and in all seriousness, in lads fandom is an actual thing. It is the lack of acknowledgment that they're (the shitheads) still coming into the fandom and demanding a front row seat because it's "not fair!"

The screens I provided aren't mine. It was sent from a friend, but this is not the first instance I have seen of this and regardless of if it was a joke, it sometimes doesn't feel that way. I could have tempered myself, but I am also tired of tempering my rage.

[chanelrolls]

cw: pure smut !

two years into a relationship with zayne, you've practically grown fluent to his language of love, most of the time reaching extents you wouldn't even believe yourself he'd have the will to do - spanking you with a paddle everytime you poke him too much, tying your hands together to overstimulate your clit until you're basically seeing stars, covering your thigh in nothing but hickeys - the ones that aren't wrapped in pretty words, but always arrive, somehow.

’til now, you’re trying, with every ounce of practiced composure, not to break in front of your family. it’s nothing new, really. these dinners have always been a thing, ever since you were kids. your parents, zayne’s, and caleb’s have always been all tightly knit, bound by years of friendship, tradition, and shared holidays that turned into rituals. so of course, the three of you grew up side by side, tangled in the same photo albums and family vacation stories.

speaking of caleb, he’s been different ever since you got together with zayne. he used to be the best kind of gege, always one step ahead of what you needed before you even asked. the kind who’d walk you home even when you insisted you were fine, who knew your favorite takeout order by heart, who never forgot your exam dates or bad days.

but ever since you've decided to choose zayne? he barely looks at you, he barely speaks. and when he does, it comes out as merely for the sake of being polite, like you’re just another guest at his parents’ table, like you're just a family friend all this time.

you don’t say anything, though it eats at the edges of your mind. you try not to let it show, because zayne is your priority now. he's your person, and if caleb has chosen distance, then maybe it’s only fair you learn to stop reaching.

even when you're right here, sat between them.

but anyway, going back! you might be wondering as to why you're trying your very best not to unravel your composure - well, it's because your boyfriend, zayne, have decided to show you another bizarre method of affection tonight.

you’re trying to focus on your plate, really, you are. but zayne’s hand is warm and maddening where it lingers beneath the table, fingers grazing slow, lazy circles against your inner thigh like he has all the time in the world and none of the shame. your fork pauses halfway to your mouth when “-so, how’s school been treating you lately?” one of your aunts asks, eyes fixed on you like she’s waiting to read between your words.

you swallow the food, the fluster, the heat crawling up your neck, and force a smile. “it’s been… good,” you manage, voice just a little too high, a little too bright. “busy, but manageable!” zayne’s fingers teasingly make their way upper, specifically just about where your pussy's throbbing under the fabric of your panty! a silent dare. this makes you shift in your seat with a low, imperceptible "hmn-" as you press your thighs tigher.

and when your aunt leans in to ask you once more, right while zayne's fingers are working you up, caleb looks up. his lashes lift lazily, gaze dragging across the table like smoke and landing on you, almost bored, if not for the way his jaw ticks the moment he catches that look on your face. his eyes stay on you for a heartbeat too long, burning with the kind of quiet clarity that says he's seeing more than that.

and then, like he’s decided you're not his business anymore, he looks away. he picks up his glass, takes a sip, with lips brushing the rim like he has all the time in the world too. maybe you should be more careful of what you show to your gege...

but even still, this goes unnoticed by zayne. your boyfriend presses just a bit harder, enough to remind you he’s there, that he owns the heat blooming across your skin, and when he brings his drink to his lips, he lets two fingers glide along your folds in an absentminded motion, a lazy swirl. “mm? stocks are dropping again,” he says breezily to one of your uncles, “but nothing too fatal, not if you know where to look.”

he increases the pace faster, and you nearly choke on your food. your aunt doesn’t seem to notice. “you alright, sweetheart?” she asks, peering at you.

you clear your throat, forcing a polite smile. “y-yeah, just… the rice went down wrong.” zayne just keeps talking like he isn’t setting your libido on fire, dropping little dry jokes here and there that make the table laugh, as if his hand isn't currently misbehaving under the linen cloth, as if his fingers aren't the reason why you're technically dripping wet now.

his knee bumps yours, and then he tilts his head, finally glancing your way mid-sentence. a flick of his eyes, and just like that, he’s back to his conversation - so damn good at acting clueless you almost believed it yourself.

you shouldn't be this breathless and pink-faced, not when you're seated this primly, not when you're infront of the food and a family. you really try to focus on your plate, on chewing your food - but the fingers pressing into your sex are not making it easy. it's warm, and it feels too good.

and it's moving.

you steal a glance sideways, and there’s zayne, all charmingly stoic but casual, both hands on the table now. one's holding a fork, the other's wrapped around his glass as he lifts it to his lips like a little prince.

wait. wait, both hands? then who's - ?

you see it when you look down. the hand, tucked beneath the linen drape of the tablecloth, fingers resting between your thighs. and it’s not zayne’s. your gaze lingers, the world narrowing to a blur around the details: the familiar curve of his knuckles, the telltale silver ring on his index finger, and the loose leather bracelet wrapped twice around his wrist - the one caleb’s worn since forever.

you know that hand.

your head tilts up slowly, carefully, like you’re afraid looking too fast will snap something in you. and there he is, caleb, listening to your uncle talk about land prices, like he's just another dinner guest, like his hand isn’t up your skirt. his lips twitch, not quite a smile, just the faintest curve - as if he’s so interested in the conversation. he then swirled his fingers inside you, almost tender. his touch lingered along the entrance, then slipped deeper, tracing the curve with lazy circles.

you grab his wrist, but you weren't sure whether you were dragging his hand away or pushing it deeper. maybe the answer could be seen in the way your thighs are parting. "kudos to the chef tonight, the steak's cooked so well!" one of the uncles suddenly beamed, and caleb smiled boyishly in response. "mhm, i like it soft and juicy, i'm glad you do too."

then, he pushes two fingers in until the tips are practically brushing against your g-spot, curling his fingers for a bit, before pistoning them inside you in lightspeed. "ah!" you accidentally moan, gripping the edge of the table. now everyone in the table had their eyes on you, including your boyfriend, who's now placing his hand back on your thigh, tracing slow circles along the skin, as if to soothe you. your breath caught. caleb looks at you worriedly, "you okay, pipsqueak?" that's the first time in two years he's used that nickname on you. but that's not what's important right now!

"s-sorry, i bit my tongue..."

"silly girl," your mother said, earning a few chuckles from the table as they go back into their rhythm like nothing fucking happened. you swallow, trying to chase your breathing when your gege does it again - he squishes his fingers into your sex with a squelch and pulls out and pushes in and pulls out again! and, all the while feeling zayne's hand gripping around your thigh that it might leave a red mark!

gods, help you. it was almost as if zayne was telling you to keep it low and let caleb take his time with you.

all of a sudden, the phone in your pocket vibrates against your hip. your breath instantly faltered, slowly taking it out with trembling fingers, and they trembled even more after reading the notification on your lock screen.

"my bedroom later ;)"

you shuddered, glancing and peering at caleb beside you. he had his phone on his other hand.

then, another notif.

"yes, ur boyfriend's gonna come too."

n. yes, there will be a part 2 !

[humanjarvis]

despite his best efforts, caleb is a strict father to his daughter.

he wants to be good, wants to give her all the freedoms he didn’t have growing up, but he just can’t help it. her safety comes above all else, just like yours.

it keeps him up at night, the way her eyes dim when she looks at him the older she gets. spending day after day cooped up indoors, awarded false leniency for begrudging obedience. yes, she can go to her friend’s birthday party, since she’s been so good this month. but only if he meets them first and she keeps her location on.

he knows he’s too hard on her—he can feel her pulling away. but he can only hope that by the time he’s gone, her eyes haven’t lost all their shine.

[amriedrws]

welcome home caleb

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