#caleb ... 💭

[satrs]

soooo I lost the original ask by accidently posting it before it was even finished lol, but I remember it being about caleb and angry makeup sex after an argument first time after dating/marriage!^^ decided to focus on you both being married bc I would sell a kidney for getting wrecked by caleb as a husband hihi^^ hope you enjoyyy <33

You’ve never seen your sweet and dotting husband like this.

His voice is still hoarse from yelling, and your cheeks wet with frustrated tears and now you’re both stripped bare of clothes and patience.

Caleb has you bent over the bed, chest pressed deeply to the sheets, your cheek burning from how hard he has you pinned. His arm is locked tight around your throat—not choking, he would never—but pulling you close, holding your head to his shoulder as he fucks you like a man possessed.

Every thrust is lethal to your g-spot, laced with emotion, his pelvis slapping your ass in an angry rhythm, sweat dripping from his skin to yours.

“You think I don’t care?” he growls suddenly, breath hot against your temple with his arm tightening slightly as he yanks you back against him. “You think I’d fight with you like that if I didn’t fucking love you? Shit, baby.”

You can’t even speak, can’t think. You just cry out, thighs trembling, eyes fluttering from the sting and stretch and how full he makes you feel.

“That’sss it, gonna show you how much I love you and that perfect pussy.” he snarls, hips snapping harder “Lemme hear it, all of it.”

Just when you think he’s going to keep pounding you into the mattress—his grip softens, mouth pressing to your ear.

“You’re my everything, my wife.” he murmurs, voice cracking as his thrusts slow for a moment. “'Your words earlier still hurt like hell, you know. I don't care about you? Is that what you think?"

He adjusts his weight, pushing deeper, grinds until your toes curl and your back arches. Then he grabs your jaw with his free hand, pulling your head back so he can kiss you hard, messy but still fueled with love, tongues tangling like it’s the only way to say everything he couldn’t during the fight.

“I should be mad,” he pants, dragging his cock out just enough to slam back in, making your whole body jolt. “And I am, but— hahhh, missed my wife too fuckin much, need this— need you.”

The headlock tightens again, more possessive than punishing, like he wants to brand your body with his.

"Nghhh— Caleb! M' sorry, love you! Love you so damn much!"

“Say it again,” he growls, pounding into you like he’s trying to fuck the fight out of your bones. “Say my name like you mean it.”

“Cah-caleb,” you whimper, voice cracking as your orgasm builds fast and violent. “Love— fuh-fuck! I—love you!”

He groans, voice raw, body shaking against yours. “That’s it, that's my wife,” he whispers, so soft it cuts deeper than the thrusts. “Cum for me, c'mon. I’ve got you, wifey. I always do and will.”

And you do. Your legs give out, crying out your husbands name in a mantra, nails clawing at the bed and your wedding ring shining against the sheets in the dim moonlight.

And he keeps fucking you through it, whispering breathless 'I love you's and 'I’m sorry's as he chases his own high.

When he finally comes, it’s with a sharp curse and his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his grip loosens, his hips grinding into you so tight it feels like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

He collapses on top of you, pulling you into his chest, still hooked deep inside of you, arms shaking, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach—your hair, your cheek, your throat. A silent apology.

His grip turns into a hug, cold wedding band of his grazing your flushed skin.

Yeah, this is love.

Fucking you senseless as an apology. And you'd let him— your darling husband— wreck you again in a heartbeat.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 2025. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Lazy Mornings

not proofread literally just thoughts 💭

Thinking about those lazy mornings in bed with him. Rolling over to see him still fast asleep breathing softly completely at peace. The early morning light that trickles in though the blinds casting his face in soft strips of gold. Wondering what he's dreaming about as the calming chirp of birds sing just outside the window. A cool morning breeze nipping at your exposed skin as you quietly slip out of bed to grab a glass of water.

Only to come back and find him groggily patting your side of the bed; messy bed head with one eye open while the other squints trying to make sense of his surrounding. That blooming warmth in your chest as you set your glass down and slide back into bed tossing his arm over you waist.

Nothing like listening to the satisfied groan that rumbles in his chest when he pulls you close, sliding one of his legs between yours. The way his arms wrap snuggly around your waist ; his hands absentmindedly rubbing small circles on your back mixed with the breathy satisfied sigh from him as he molds your body to his.

The simplicity of spearing your fingers through his hair once his face is buried in your chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest telling you he's already drifted back to sleep again. That knowing feeling in the back of your mind that tells you to keep playing with his hair because he'll groggily whine if you stop — even if he’s unaware that he does this.

You smile to yourself taking time to bask in these moments. These lazy mornings w/ him.

; Sylus, Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne + literally any of your favs

[stareiiez]

thoughts of aircraft mechanic ! caleb. oily , grimy covered skin that glistens in the sunlight when you go to brim him lunch packed away in his fleetspace lunchbox . his uniform rolled down to his hips , a white tank top rides up far too high on his stomach from the amount of times , he’s used the hem to wipe sweat and grease from his cheeks. now it’s stretched out and loose, exposing the clenching planes of his abs when he’s laid out in the undercarriage , cranking away at nuts and bolts with his biceps and forearms rippling with strenuous effort . his grunts and sighs when he fights against a stubborn part that just won’t lay the way he wants it to, or the satisfied euphoric sigh when his baby looks better than before after he worked on a certain area .

you want nothing more than to lick him clean like a mother cat giving its baby a bath. for now ? you just smile brightly in his face when he hears your voice call for him, and he rolls out to greet you . the prime pure example of man , glistening in the afternoon haze when he reaches for you then pauses ; hesitates so he doesn’t get your pretty little self dirty like he is .

[jin-fei]

LADS Volleyball AU Headcanons!

a/n: we’re so back. these are in no specific order. based off this post.

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𖣐 It’s impossible for them to be serious during off-season practices like 90% of the time.

𖣐 There was a stretch of time where whenever Zayne would get a clean block, Caleb would yell “EXTERMINATED” like it was a scene from one of his sci-fi shows. Zayne pretended not to like it. (He liked it).

𖣐 Rafayel talks to himself inbetween plays. Not muttering, but like full sentences about timing, angles, how pissed off one of the opposing middles was making him.

𖣐 Xavier is strangely into rituals. If someone has a serve ritual, he’s picked up on it. His own is to clap twice before each serve.

𖣐 Sylus makes it his personal mission to taunt blockers mid-air. Something subtle, like a wink or grin, something to ‘throw them off’ (he deems it ‘psychological warfare’). Gideon says it’s just (bad) flirting. (He has gotten a disapproving look from a ref when he did this in a formal match)

𖣐 Gideon is the one who calms them down during tense matches or after high-pressure plays. His usual go to phrase is a simple “eyes up” and it’s enough to have the rest snapping back into form.

𖣐 MC is a big fan of using weird metaphors when coaching. Things like “Commit to the pass like it’s a tax deadline!” or “Think of this as the rubber chicken you need to keep kicking uphill”. (she says it’s to see who’s actually listening to her).

𖣐 Caleb has the WORST poker face when he feels the ref makes a bad call. Xavier once has to physically turn him away from the stand like a bodyguard mid-escalation to avoid a yellow card.

𖣐 They have distinct breakfast preferences on the day of a match: Zayne always drinks juice in the morning; Rafayel only drinks iced lattes with oat milk; Gideon brings protein bars for everyone but only hands them out silently (Caleb calls him the ‘protein philanthropist’).

𖣐 They have two group chats: one with all of them + MC, and one with just the six of them. MC wishes they’d use the one without her more often. She’s tired of Sylus spamming blurry selfies and Caleb’s (‘unfunny’) memes.

𖣐 MC once slipped up and revealed her nickname on her university team was “Hammer”. No one lets her live it down. Rafayel wrote it on the whiteboard, Caleb turned it into a chant, Zayne didn’t even question it n just silently nodded (which somehow made it worse)

𖣐 Gideon sleeps like a corpse. No joke. He doesn’t move. Sleeps on his back like a FREAK and it creeps whoever he’s rooming with out. Zayne checked if he was breathing (twice).

𖣐 Xavier is the unofficial practice dj. His playlists are always the best (despite what Caleb may indignantly whine), and he somehow always has the best mix for tempo drills.

𖣐 Someway, somehow, Caleb always manages to lose one of his jerseys when they travel. MC has gotten into the habit of packing an extra one for each player (see: Caleb) just in case.

𖣐 Rafayel hums classical music while stretching. Sylus has a growing tally of how many times he guesses the song correctly. Spoiler: he’s gotten it right nearly every single time.

𖣐 Gideon and Zayne are the only ones who stretch voluntarily. Everyone else join in because they start glaring.

𖣐 After any games (formal or informal) they have a ritual of going out for noodles as a team. It started as a joke, but now it’s a well-loved tradition.

𖣐 MC genuinely dislikes when she gets asked for interviews inbetween sets. Not because she finds them tedious, but because she hates being in front of the camera.

𖣐 You know who does like getting interviewed post match, though? Caleb and Rafayel. Those two ooze charisma and love the chance to yap about the game and their teammates.

𖣐 Sylus and Rafayel will find a way to argue about anything. Banter kings, truly. They once got into a bickering match over knee pad brands. MC is convinced they work so well together on court because they know what the other hates, down to the finger tape they use.

𖣐 Caleb likes to call Xavier “captain calm” because he’s the first to try and keep Caleb level headed.

𖣐 During the summer, when they don’t have a match, Rafayel talked the team into going to the beach and they did a ‘friendly’ 2-on-2 tournament. Only Raf had decent footing in the sand and MC laughed so hard she got a cramp in her side trying to watch these professional athletes fumbling around like novices. (Caleb & Gideon somehow won). (Rafayel demanded a future rematch).

me rn:

if you actually read this whole brainrot session, you’re the real mvp🙂‍↕️ i genuinely have So many thoughts about this and will maybe do something w it in the further, but for now, this is all i have to offer <3

[stinkrascal]

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Breanna: [ she shuffles uncomfortably as she wakes; a faint moan escapes her]

Breanna: Ah! Aha! Hi, um, mister—um, were you here the whole time?

Vladislaus: Yes. I observed your transformation through the night. How did you sleep?

Breanna: Um! Fine. Vladislaus: Good. I hope you are comfortable, for you will remain in my care until your powers have matured. Breanna: I'm staying with you?

Vladislaus: Yes. You are my spawn, therefore you are my responsibility. My home is yours. All I ask is you forgive the mess in the kitchen, and you stay out of the basement. Breanna: What's in your basement? Vladislaus: It's off limits. Breanna: Why come? Vladislaus: It's off limits. Breanna: Why?

Vladislaus: It is off limits. Do I make myself clear? Breanna: I don't care about your stupid basement dude. Vladislaus: Good. If that is all, I shall be on my way. Breanna: Huh? Where you going?

Vladislaus: Downstairs. I have students to teach. Breanna: Can I come too? Vladislaus: No. Rest. Breanna: But I'm not tired.

Vladislaus: I wasn't asking. [ the door closes ] Breanna: [ murmurs ] Bitch.

Vladislaus: Your posture is horrendous. Straight your back, boy.

Caleb: Ugh. Got no reason, waking me this early. Vladislaus: Your attendance is mandatory. Caleb: Since when? Lilith: Hmm. I wonder if laziness is inherited between sire and spawn?

Vladislaus: No, but it seems insolence is inherited between kin.

Vladislaus: You're supposed to be resting. Breanna: I'm not tired. Can I join? Vladislaus: Come, then. Form a line. Let's see how you fare.

Vladislaus: Since we have a new addition, I will recount the basics. As vampires, we derive our powers from flesh and blood. Though any creature's blood will sustain us, not all blood is created equal. We are only as strong as the blood we consume.

Vladislaus: However, this grand power comes at the cost of innocent life. As our hunger is insatiable, this is a cost we will pay for all eternity.

Vladislaus: It is our responsibility to quench this hunger, as to not endanger ourselves, or endanger others.

Breanna: Actually, I change my mind. I'm going back inside. Vladislaus: [ snorts ] Don't tell me I've lost your interest already. Breanna: When you said train, I thought you meant we were gonna start maiming and biting and killing and stuff. This is kinda boring.

Vladislaus: You have jokes. How quaint. Try to release your dark form. We shall spar.

Breanna: My—huh? Vladislaus: Every vampire has a dark form, the evil within, their shadow self—whatever you wish to call it. When we are in this form, we are at our apex, but not all are capable of releasing it at will.

Lilith: I don't think this is— Caleb: Shut it, Lilith. I wanna watch.

Vladislaus: Only those with mastery over their powers, such as myself, are capable of releasing this form at will. Of course, this is a skill which will take decades, even centuries to achieve. Do not be discouraged if you fail.

Vladislaus: That is why I am here, to—

Breanna: [ maniacal hissing and growling ] Vladislaus: BACK! BACK AWAY, YOU LITTLE HEATHEN!

Lilith: BREANNA, STOP! HE'S OUR SIRE, YOU CAN'T EAT HIM! Caleb: Hah. She actually did it.

Breanna: Haaaaaah—your blood tastes really good, Vladdy! ❤

Vladislaus: [ groaning ] Breanna: Oh, shit—are you okay?!

[sillykawa]

My sign to play love and deepspace again...

[moondvncer]

nothing to say he was so hot for this it's giving yandere caleb I don't know how to explain it

[suguruverse]

guys someone help i’m new to love and deepspace and i have no clue about the lore so why does everyone hate caleb 😭😭

[aikkyuu]

im so excited for the new features later🤞🏻

pls know Ill be posting every pose I have with Xavier. 😣

and good luck to all Caleb girlies out there!!!!!!! may the odds be ever in your favor🤍

[satrs]

Imagine caleb baby trapping u but you’re on a pill and he doesn’t know😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

NAURRR LMAO Ik he‘d be so annoyed😭😭😭

He’d definitely make a big deal about it— grumbling about how unfair it is, how you’re such a meanie, such and such.

Then, the teasing starts. He’d let his fingers trail over your stomach, pressing possessively against your skin, trying to make allusions on how you should just leave those pills alone because his pull out game is strong(not).

[jinwoosbabyboo]

So either Infold loves Caleb real bad or they’re trying to hurry up and get though his Myth and Sylus birthday so they can get to the 6th love interest because they love him REAL BAD because why we speed running Caleb like this ?

[chuluoyi]

“show some respect to the farspace fleet’s colonel.”

main story — homecoming wings (chapter 3)

[jin-fei]

The VNL is officially underway! While watching the first couple games, I was hit with a wave of inspiration to not only put the LADS men into an (extremely self-indulgent) volleyball!AU, but to also make them a team :)

— headcanons

Meet the LINKON PULSEWOLVES

Team & Players

Setter, Team Captain, #11 - Rafayel Qi

Libero, #7 - Xavier Shen

Middle Blocker (MB), #18 - Zayne Li

Outside Hitter (OH), #22 - Caleb Xia

Wing Spiker (WS), #14 - Gideon Jiang

Opposite Hitter (OP), #9 - Sylus Qin

Assistant Coach - MC (Dawn)

please feel free to share your thoughts!! I’m a HUGE volleyball fan and will literally drop everything to yap about this

[mythblossoms]

thinking about how intimate it is to tuck someone's hair behind their ear. to delicately sweep strands that escape from hair ties or clips away from their face. or to gently twirl the end of their hair before ghosting a hand against the nape of their neck.

[sillykawa]

I have never played love and deepspace and have ZERO context to what the game is even about.

But I keep seeing this one video of Caleb? And it's like he's studying but then looks up and im like 😳😳 God damn he might be my fave?? Is he new tho?? I dont think ive seen him before... or maybe im wrong

[weirdo09]

please learn to separate the st cast from their characters, it gets tiring seein ppl be like “omg it’s lucas from stranger things!” caleb has a name, he’s more than his character….