#caleb && about

[zomgcaleb]

NSFW— minors do not interact

cw— creampie

thinking abt Caleb’s big dick </3

you want to blame it on him, say it’s his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know he’s not. he can’t help it that he’s so deliciously hung.

somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done it’s like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.

he’s not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.

you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.

it’s thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. it’s pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.

he knows it’s big but he doesn’t know it’s big. he’s just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full it’d make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.

“too much too much!” you’d slur into the sheets and he wouldn’t know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because it’s making him lose his damn mind.

“are you okay? d-does it hurt?” his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.

you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. he’s not even going as hard as you told him to and you’re about to cum all over him anyway.

“pips.” he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasn’t stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.

“i’m here. just—Caleb, you’re so biggg.” you drawl. “you give it to me so good can’t take it.”

he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.

the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and he’s pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.

all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.

no wonder he’s so big. he’s just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? you’ll take it all for him right? :(

[sadmages]

Having ocs is fucked up they make you wake up and think stuff like what if i learn to code in renpy and make this into a visual novel. Who said that

[calebslver]

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ovulating with caleb <3

💭 : p in v , overstimulation , fem!reader , praise , improper use of evol , squirting , messy sex , marathon sex , it’s ovulation week girls !! ^^

caleb knew how you got during ovulation week. one glance at his biceps, arms, or chest, and you’re looking at him with those eyes that are practically begging him to fuck you until you pass out.

and right now? you were looking at him with the same eyes. which is how you got led here. pinned down. drooling from both lips. being stretched out by a cock that was close to splitting you in half. “good girl,” caleb panted, sweat dripping from his temple.

his large form leaned over you, chest pressing against your legs in the meanest, most perfect mating press. his cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more high, dumbed out moans from your puffy lips. he knew it too. oh, caleb knew how good you felt. to your fucked out facial expression to how your pussy is covering his cock whole.

“such a pretty—hah—pussy. god, she missed me, huh? suckin’ me in—all greedy,” he blabbered into your ear, the tone of his voice making you clench around his cock hard. you couldn’t even understand what he was saying—your brain was turning into mush, drooling from your panting mouth.

slurred words caleb didn’t even try to understand came out of your mouth as you went cross eyed, turning louder and louder. “ca—caleb! close, mph, ‘m close!” you whined and the man above you grinned. it felt like his thrusts got harder, faster and he pushed against your legs until they almost met your ears. “yeah? is my dumb baby close? i bet she is. ‘could feel this pussy clenching—i know her like the back of my hand.”

your gut coiled up into something you can’t explain and you blubbered nonsense, tears swelling in your eyes as you tensed. a few more thrusts—one, two, three—until you came with a scream.

except you didn’t cum. no, instead, you squirted. a wet splash and his abdomen, balls, and cock were covered in your juices. “holy—fuck—did you just squirt—” he let out a surprise gasp and your own pleasure triggered his own. he didn’t even have time to warn you before he toppled over, weight against your chest as he shot load after load into your wet heat.

you let out a mewl, too filled with ecstasy to hear hear caleb moan and groan about how “it’s so much”, and how he “can’t stop”. you felt filled to the brim, caleb’s thick cum seeping out of your well-stretched hole as his cock came to a stop. “fuck, thank you, baby. you did so good, so perfect.”

[sugarladytum]

🦮

[fishmechs]

[erandraws]

All three Liam O’Brien romances??? ending happily??? in this economy??

[xinyuehui]

△ THEY ARE THE OPTIMAL WEAPON FOR DESTROYING ONE ANOTHER. * THIS EXPERIMENT IS NEVER TO BE RESTARTED

[harblkun]

Justice for our homegirl and her suffering

[bakedbeanchan]

trial and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and

[onlyfangz]

ive definitely talked abt this before, but i literally cannot relate to the posts that are like "ohhh you guys ship them romantically when theyre soo much more interesting as friends". i contain multitudes. i think they are best friends. i think they are lovers. i think they are soulmates in a way that cant be categorised. these statements dont conflict.

[chronosdawn]

Another LaDS isekai fic idea I think would be fun is one where you wake up as MC during the chronorift catastrophe and, after working out that you have in fact ended up in LaDS as the MC, come to the conclusion that you must have replaced MC in this timeline alone. As a result of this, you then go on to develop an imposter complex, along with some fairly insane levels of guilt that you are not the same person who the LIs fell in love with in their myths, and thus are robbing your favourite characters of the chance to be with the love of their life.

This culminates in you feeling like you need to do something good with this life you've effectively stolen from someone else, which you do by participating in heroic acts while having little thought for your own safety (your antics have nearly given Caleb a heart attack on five separate occasions, and he has seriously contemplated just locking you up for your own good at least twice). Your behaviour only gets worse when the other LIs show up, with a clear interest in you, thus causing you to spiral into even more guilt. And you know what's a good distraction from guilt? "Oh hey look there's a small child who needs saving from a dangerous wanderer I definitely shouldn't attempt to fight alone. Off I go!"

What you are unaware of, however, is that you have not just replaced MC in this timeline, but every timeline, and you simply don't remember for the same reasons MC doesn't remember all the different timelines in canon. You have also managed to come to the exact same wrong conclusion in every single timeline, which means the myth timelines play out a little different compared to canon (as in you've found a way to sacrifice yourself to spare the LIs in almost every single one).

You could go in a couple of different directions with this. If you wanted to take things in a darker direction, you could probably lean into the yandere tendencies that might arise in someone whose love interest seems determined to get themselves killed.

However, I think the much funnier version of this is where the other LIs clock each other's existences (their current game timelines have ended up merged because I said so) and decide to put aside their differences over their unified goal of making sure you don't die.

And that's how you acquire five overprotective boyfriends, none of whom really like each other but will put up with whatever it takes to make sure you remain alive and well.

[luvcaleb]

caleb who is immune to every woman's attempts at seduction. a practiced smile, an accidental brush of their hand against his chest, a measured bow low enough to show off their cleavage — caleb doesn't bat an eye. doesn't bother looking if he could help it, even. like how you're aware there's a bug flying around in the room but you'd rather not acknowledge its existence.

but with you, it's so laughably easy. your shirt riding up as you stretch your arms. strands of your hair brushing against his cheek. your shoulder bumping into his when you reach for a dish plate closer to his side of the table. the pout you always do to get your way, the one he falls for each time.

with you, you don't even have to try. your very existence is temptation itself. the forbidden fruit he knows he shouldn't reach for, yet he finds himself biting into despite of what damnation it may bring him.

[jiianie]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[yvesssssssss]

Caleb’s flat on his back,eyes locked on you with a hunger that burns. His hands rest lazily behind his head, but you can feel the tension in his arms, the way his jaw clenches every time you drop your hips and take him deeper. You're riding him hard, your thighs already shaking, but the way he stretches you open — thick and perfect — drives you to keep going.

You're soaked, the obscene wet sound of your bodies meeting echoing in the space around you. Each bounce makes your tits sway, nipples hard and flushed, begging for attention. Caleb doesn’t touch — not yet. He watches, eyes dark, soaking in every twitch of your muscles, every tremble in your breath, every time you gasp when his cock hits that devastating spot inside you.

“Look at you,” he growls, voice low and wrecked. “Taking it so well. Fuck—you're squeezing me so tight, baby.”

Your hands press to his chest, nails raking over his skin, leaving angry red lines that make him hiss in pleasure. You can barely keep your eyes open— each grind of your hips steals your breath, your mouth slack in a moan you can’t hold back.

Caleb finally sits up, one hand gripping your ass while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your mouth down to his. His lips crash into yours, all tongue and heat, swallowing the broken sounds you make as you grind down on him harder.

“You wanted to be on top?” he mutters against your mouth. “Then fuckin’ show me.”

He thrusts up suddenly, meeting your hips with brutal force, making you cry out, thighs clenching. The rhythm grows frantic—bodies slick with sweat, your moans getting louder, more desperate. Your orgasm is building fast, white-hot and unforgiving.

Caleb feels it too, his hands tighten, his cock twitching deep inside you. “Cum on me,” he growls, voice rough and ragged. “Let me feel you lose it, sweetheart.”

And when it hits, you shatter, head thrown back, walls clenching around him as you scream his name. Caleb doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release until he’s spilling deep inside, groaning your name like it’s the only thing that matters in the universe.

You collapse onto him, breathless and wrecked, and only then does he hold you close fingertips ghosting down your spine as he kisses your shoulder.

[neigepomme]

big fan of the trope where caleb cries because he's frustrated. i like to imagine it's some time after his body neutralizes the toring chip, and he's still getting used to fully feeling his emotions — but you do something reckless during your hunter job that lands you in the hospital.

caleb's notified of it. he sees you lying in that dreadful hospital bed, your eyes closed, and looking so much more vulnerable. afraid to hold your hand, to touch you, out of fear of breaking you — and he feels so powerless. no amount of control and strength he holds as the fleet's colonel can change the fact that you're on a hospital bed, with only the faint beep of your heart monitor serving as a reminder that you're still alive.

when you wake up and see him at your bedside, you squeeze his hand and flash him a weak smile.

"just a scratch, you know," comes out as a whisper, your voice still hoarse.

and caleb knows you.

he knows that you're just trying to comfort him, to let him know you're okay. he's fully aware of your personality, how you try to put on a brave face most of the time with him, and how you try not to ask for help anymore. 

somehow, that little comment, meant as reassurance, just makes the frustration bubble in his chest. a star about to explode, to turn into a purple sunset supernova.

he wants to yell at you for being careless with yourself. he wants to hold onto your shoulders and shake you. he wants to question you — "do you even know what could've happened? you could've died," he would say.

however, seeing you so frail in front of him makes him incapable of doing that. and you end up staring at something you didn't think was possible.

caleb's shoulders sag.

a sigh of relief, quickly followed by hiccuped breathing.

a wet drop on your hand.

a sob.

caleb, the man who always put on a brave face in front of you, the man who you never saw crying, was sobbing in front of your very eyes. years of boxed feelings, compartmentalized emotions, facades put on bravely, all came shattering down at once. 

then in between sobs, you hear caleb speak, his eyes still glossy, his freckled cheeks dusted pink and streaked with tears.

“i thought i'd lose you today.”

and in the quiet of the hospital room, you see in front of you the same boy who'd been experimented on, who suffered more than most — and yet he cries, not for himself but for you.

it'll all be okay eventually. for now, though? you simply hold his hand and brush your thumb over it softly, all while whispering apologies and promises of never scaring him like this again.

[midnigtartist]

Redraw of some old widomauk art