#caleb drabble

[reit0o]

caleb gets cuteness aggression whenever he sees you

caleb tries and I mean he tries to take you seriously when you complain about him taking the last slice. but he won't ever admit that he does it just so to see you all riled up. the way your eyebrows furrow and face pouts while you try to lecture him is almost too adorable

caleb loves when you spent the day helping him build his new airplane model. he purposely picks a difficult design because he loves seeing your concentrated expression as your hold the pieces together, waiting for the glue to dry. and when you get frustrated, he just chuckles softly and holds it together with you

caleb needs to see you in clothes all the time. he almost gets offended when you sit down on his couch after a long day instead of immediately changing into his soft cotton shirt. he goes through his wardrobe once a month, looking for things he doesn't wear anymore just to see what he can add to your side of the closet. there's nothing like seeing you in your most vulnerable state, dressed in his clothes, thinking all mine

caleb loosens the jars in his house ever so slightly just so you can get the satisfaction of opening them yourself. you boast about how you don't need his help anymore because you're a strong hunter now. but he just looks at you lovingly, because he loves celebrating your victories

caleb adores watching you struggle not to fall asleep during late night movies. he doesnt say anything, just nudges you into his chest and strokes your arm until your breathing slows down. he feels like the luckiest person with you curled up against him, quietly counting your lashes as he pulls you in closer like his own plushie

[izzacripple]

Pt.2 of Serialkiller! Caleb

Cw. Serialkiller!Caleb Cw. yandere behaviour Cw. nsfw

Serialkiller! Caleb who finally got to be your boyfriend; the word so melodious he could simply die, in your arms of course. After all, his heart throbs for you, and his cock too

Serialkiller! Caleb who made sure you'll have only him to depend upon; made sure you'll call for him only, made sure you'll believe him only and made sure your pretty cunt responds to him only

Serialkiller! Caleb who knows you love horror movies; the idea of your face having a horrified look, big bambi shocked eyes and o-shaped mouth gasping, hurts his heart, and his cock too. So he puts on a violent horror dvd every weekend just for you to find your way in his arms which ends in you getting split by his cock from behind as he puts you in a chokehold; because that's one of the many ways he feels closer to you

Serialkiller! Caleb who's a total addict of you, diverts your attention to him pleasing your adorable wet cunt just as you ask him about his mysterious night time job he never talks about; he's a sadomasochist, loves inflicting physical pain on you but also loves the mental pain you give him by getting all giggly and cute around other guys. He knows your pussy belongs to him, he'll let you know this kind information eventually just as he always does

Serialkiller! Caleb who'll never let you go, he'll breed you so well; your stomach fattening carrying his seeds if that's what it takes to keep you with him forever. He'll do anything to make sure you'll never be able to leave him, whether you want it or not, he knows what's best for you, right? So believe in him just as he believes in his love for you

[kissandtellus]

Don’t mind me, just thinking of Caleb coming home after working out. He’s drenched in sweat, he even has those pit stains under his arms. But you are so DEPRAVED for this man. Your face is glue to his chest no matter how sweaty or ‘stinky’ he is. You push up his tank-top and go to town on his sore pecs (it was chest day) until he’s over sensitive and turns into a ‘lil crybaby’.

Please tell me ya’ll get it?? It’s ovulating time folks

[yizholic]

Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.

[stargirlygirl]

you get your period unexpectedly

caleb, zayne, raf (separate) x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ caleb

y'all are at the arcade, playing on the claw machine when you feel a familiar wetness leech out onto your panties. your eyes widen and you immediately tug on your husband's jumper sleeve.

gazing down at you, he grins, "which one do you want, pipsqueak? the fat red one, or the teddy bear?"

you shake your head and say quietly, "mhmm. i need to go to the bathroom." caleb instantly picks up on your discomfort and releases the stick. turning to face you, he grabs your upper arms and squeezes them reassuringly.

bending down, he asks in a low voice, "something happen?" you nod, the scent of your perfume wafting up your partner's nose.

"think i just started my period," you whisper.

"ooooooohhhhh. hold on a sec." caleb straightens up and pulls out an array of pads and tampons from his mary poppins pockets.

he spreads them out like a deck of cards while explaining, "i've got day pads, night pads, ultra thin, no wings, and sports tampons. i've also got organic cotton products in the car. do you want those instead?" you stare at him like he just grew a second head, in utter shock as you browse his meticulous selection of period care.

after a few seconds, you mumble, "i'll just take this one," while picking up your preferred product.

caleb walks with you to the bathroom and waits outside, mentally berating himself for not having the organic cotton pads on hand. the claw machine is completely forgotten in the time it takes for you to assess the damage and clean up.

when you come back out, your puppy is pulling you into a warm hug and murmuring, "you feeling okay? any cramps, nausea, headaches? do you wanna go home?"

given your too late realisation of your period striking, you sigh into his chest, "home, please." and just like that, you two book it home and exchange an afternoon of claw machine for movies and whatever you're craving.

⭑.ᐟ zayne

it's another late night at akso hospital for linkon's most prestigious cardiac surgeon.

when he returns home, he sighs in gratitude upon seeing the lamp you left on. beneath it's golden glow, he eats the nutritious dinner you kept warm in the oven for your husband.

afterwards, he heads to your shared bedroom and cleans up before peeling back the covers. the blood staining the back of your sleep pants is painfully noticeable in the moonlight.

zayne kneels on the bed and lightly taps your arm, earning a sleepy groan from you.

he murmurs, "wake up, my love." you groan again and shift, clinging to the heaviness deep in your bones and whispers of a dream still being dreamt. your husband shakes you gently now.

"mhmm, what, babe?" you ask, your voice croaky.

he informs you, "you're on your period." rubbing your nose, you blink your eyes open and squint to see the love of your life in the dark.

"what?" you ask, starting to sit up. zayne wraps his strong arms around your back and helps you up.

"your period started while you were sleeping," he says softly. your eyes immediately snap wide open, the sleepiness in your body expelled as you're thoroughly woken up by this news.

"are you serious? no, like—" you twist around and pull at your sleep pants.

the blood stain comes into view, making you grumble, "ugghhhh are you kidding me?" you look back at zayne all pouty, and then the cramps start setting in, sending you curling up into him.

your husband rubs your back soothingly, and stays with you for a minute or so before asking lovingly, "do you want to take a shower?"

tipping your head back and resting your chin on his chest, you sigh, "i guess. did i make a mess on the bed?" zayne shakes his head slowly.

with his assistance, you get cleaned up and return to bed in a fresh set of pyjamas. zayne cuddles with you and lulls you to sleep with the events of his day.

⭑.ᐟ rafayel

you two are at the beach together when the red sea makes its infamous appearance. your heart drops to your stomach, the hot sensation of liquid pooling in your bikini bottoms not from the dip you two just took, or anything else for that matter.

"raf!" you whisper-yell to your husband who's currently collecting shells to make paints. that's the reason you two came to the beach today. and it's also stinking hot.

"raf!!" you run over to him. your plan was to stop just before him, but your guppy suddenly stood up and moved, so you crashed into him. he drops his shells and catches you, stumbling back slightly at the unexpected affection.

he teases, "woah, cutie. i wasn't gone for very long, and you missed me this much?" your husband helps steady you; his lean arms are wrapped around you firmly and his lips ghost your hairline.

you gaze up at him and whisper panically, "i just got my period!" his smile falls.

"what?"

"i just—"

"no, uh, hang on." rafayel keeps one arm around you while his other hand comes to his chin.

"raf!" you call his name. your eyes are wide and you grab squeeze his bicep worriedly.

"i'm thinking, cutie," he clarifies.

after a painstaking minute of you feeling more blood dripping down, raf finally says, "alright, let's try this." he loops his arms beneath your back and knees, then carries you back to the car. because of course you get your period when you two are on vacation.

he folds up one towel and places it on the car seat, and wraps another one around you.

the drive back to your hotel is painstakingly long (ten minutes). once you two make it inside your room, you immediately book it to the bathroom and strip off. crimson stains your bottoms, making you frown. you bought them specifically for this trip, and now, they're ruined.

usually, you and raf would take a bath together, but right now calls for a shower, especially with the salt of the sea lingering on your skin. your husband joins you a few minutes later and helps you wash off.

for the next few hours, you two lie in bed together. your cramps are pretty bad, but raf's warm hands on your tummy help ease the pain.

"can't believe i left all those shells behind," he sighs dramatically in your ear. what was meant to be a light-hearted jest sparks guilt in your heart.

you apologise, "sorry, rafie. i didn't mean to ruin our day at the beach."

"uh, cutie. that's not what i meant," he murmurs. your fishie squeezes you lovingly before returning to a gentle embrace once more.

he explains, "don't apologise for something you can't control. those shells mean nothing to me compared to my muse." you hum softly as he kisses your temple.

"and besides, we can go back tomorrow and look for even better shells. maybe we'll find some conches if we're lucky." you shimmy back into him affectionately, drawing a sweet chuckle from the love of your life.

you two like that until hunger gets the better of you. rafayel orders room service: the seafood special.

masterlist

star girl's final words: i have a depressing xavier drabble in my drafts and i'm still contemplating whether it's a little too revealing (of myself) to post. also raf n i have been getting closer, so i'm feeling good about his drabble. literally got my period today. this is my catharsis.

[lotusapple-xia]

“Ah, pipsqueak! Be gentle!”

“I am, you big baby.”

“Ugh, c’mon do it slower.”

“This is the best way to do it, trust me.”

“Pips, I can’t do it.”

“You can.”

You’re sitting in Caleb’s lap, hands cupping his jaw while he winces and hisses. In your hands is a pair of tweezers that you’re using to pluck Caleb’s eyebrows. His hands grip onto your hips and tighten when you pluck another hair out

Caleb’s eyebrows are naturally thick and luscious, but you wanted to try and shape them to look neater. Caleb, ever the lover, let you do it. 

So here you are sitting in your boyfriend’s lap in your shared bedroom, shaping his beautiful eyebrows while he cries and whines. 

“Caleb, you’re the colonel of the Farspace Fleet and you can’t handle some tweezers?” You tease. 

Caleb looks up at you in shock. “Pips, what are you talkin about? This hurts so bad,” he whines dramatically. 

You hum and continue plucking to the music of Caleb’s mild (but not genuine, don’t worry) distress. 

Soon you’re done. You lean back to admire your hard work. Your craftsmanship on his eyebrows is a masterpiece, to say the least. You gently blow on his cheeks to rid the remaining hairs and rub his skin to alleviate the redness. Pushing up his bangs to reveal his forehead, you can feel yourself melting from awe.

“Thanks for letting me do this,” you say shyly.

“Of course, Pipsqueak.”

Caleb looks so handsome, he should really put his hair up more.

“Oh really, I look handsome huh?”

Ah. You’ve said that aloud. Caleb is waggling his freshly manicured eyebrows smugly, looking all too proud at your flustered state.

“Ugh, Caleb!”

didn't know how to end it oopss | dividers by @/kodaswrld

[aeyumicore]

caleb body worshipping you—a short drabble.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, body-worshipping, some female descriptors but tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, stretch marks/thigh/tummy/etc worshipping, unprotected sex, petnames, no use of y/n, NOT proofread

━ ✧.˖ A/N: different from my usual plot-fic style. just a little smutty blurb. not proofread, i churned this out in like an hour. had a sudden hit of wanting to write :) enjoy! let's all have fun with the 4.0 update soon or tmw depending on what server you are!

good luck with your pulls guys. love you.

caleb body worships like no other.

caleb will use the rough pad of his thumb to trace the delicate lines of your stretch marks and scars. he commits each one to memory, mapping them like different flight paths—each one he was determined to explore and revere. why? for no other reason than that they mesmerize him and he finds them beautiful against your skin—especially when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“never seen anyone or anything so damn beautiful. i’ll never get used to it. never want to. never will.”

caleb sucks at your nipples quite literally like he’s hoping he might find some of your unbearably sweet essence. his tongue strokes at every pebbled groove of your hardened skin, reveling in how something could taste so perfectly sweet, salty, and perfectly you. 

“addicted to you baby, fuck. can’t live without you anymore, without tasting these perfect tits, every morning, every night. every goddamn day. you’ll let me, right?”

caleb has your ass and hips in the air, your feet dangling over his shoulders, and kisses your ankles so tenderly, even as he quite literally jackhammers into you so desperately it’s almost pathetic. his breath is hot and heated against them as he groans, his fingers firm as they massage into your calves

“god, you’re perfect. every fucking inch of you. fucking made for me.”

caleb uses his own hands to clench your thighs tighter around his head when he’s in between them. thick, slim, soft, rough, it doesn’t matter. they’re fucking perfect and he needs to suffocate in them. that’s how he wants to go. smothered by your heavenly, arousal-slicked, trembling thighs.

“tighter princess. juuust like that. good girl. don’t be ridiculous, they’re perfect. give them to me.”

caleb grabs the plush loose skin around your abdomen when he’s close, and it only turns him on more. sometimes, he squeezes a little too hard and leaves behind pretty little bruises in the shape of his fingers, the color of his eyes. and when he does, his lips will always find them pressing gentle reverent kisses into the achy skin, apologizing sincerely.

“fuck, sorry princess. you’re just so soft—feel so good—got carried away. let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good.”

caleb cums explosively inside of you. not because he wants to, which he absolutely did, but because you begged for it. because he knew you needed to feel him inside of you—hot, thick, and deep—in order to really feel how desperately he needs you. feel how precious your body was to him. 

“fuuuck—feel that, sweets? feel how dry you milk me? going to live inside of this perfect fucking body. taking me so damn well, princess.”

caleb has dedicated his entire life to you. everything he’s ever done, every decision he’s ever made, has been with you in the forefront of his mind. he’d worship you, mind, body, and soul, for as long as you’d let him. as long as the heavens would allow him. and even then. 

your body truly is a temple. his temple.

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[seongwars]

Word Count: 497 Warnings: yandere!Caleb, dad!Caleb, dash of fluff, hints of breeding kink, baby trapping and coercion, 2 swear words, mention of pregnancy, not proofread Summary: Caleb comes home from another expedition

a/n: I had to take a break from writing strangers by nature because i was making myself sad so uhh here's a caleb drabble

“Daddy’s home!”

Your four year old jumped up from his Legos, bolting to the door with your chubby toddler hot on his heels. The front door creaked open just in time for Caleb to brace himself as the boys launched into his arms.

It wasn’t easy, being the wife of the fleet’s colonel. Caleb’s expeditions often kept him away for weeks at a time, leaving you to hold down the fort with your two boys and the endless chaos they brought with them.

But moments like this made it all worth it. Seeing the way the boys lit up as they reunited with their father made all the waiting worth it. Not to mention the nasty, sloppy, back bending, toe curling, eye rolling, reunion sex–hence your five month baby bump.

Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, Caleb still made time for all of you. He was the kind of man who wouldn’t miss a parent teacher conference, who insisted on reading every bedtime story no matter how tired he was. 

On Saturday mornings, he’d stand in the kitchen, attempting to make dinosaur shaped pancakes while the boys watched in awe.

“Daddy, how do you do that?” your four year old learned forward on the counter with his elbows. Beside him, your two-year-old waved his chubby hands in the air, babbling his own version of the question.

“It’s all in the flick of the wrist, buddy,” Caleb grinned, flipping the pancake. 

Sometimes the “dinosaur” ended up looking more like a blob, but to the boys, it was nothing short of magic. They clapped and cheered as Caleb plated his creation, declaring it a Whateversaurus Rex or the dinosaur of the day as conjured by your husband. 

And so, yes, you’d let this man keep you pregnant. How could you not? Every time you thought about saying no, about maybe slowing down and letting your body recover between pregnancies, he’d look at you with those adoring puppy eyes and pull you into his strong arms, leaving you utterly undone.

But you didn’t notice the way his eyes darkened when you said yes again, or the way his touch lingered just a second too long on the curve of your belly. To you, it was devotion, a husband marveling at the miracle of life, his love for you and your growing family. 

But to him, it was victory.

Because Caleb wasn’t just a loving husband. He was a man who refused to let you slip through his fingers. The thought of you walking away, of a life where you weren’t his in every sense of the word, was unthinkable.  

Everytime he had you folded into a mating press murmuring “just one more for me, baby" he was ensuring that you stayed right where you belonged—bound to him in every possible way as he fucked his seed over and over into your cunt.

You belonged to him. And he’d make sure it stayed that way forever.

[koenigami]

tags : fluff, freshly established relationship wc : 450

The first time CALEB calls you by a different nickname than his usual Pipsqueak, you can’t help but feel this little pang inside your chest. It’s weird because despite the unfamiliar sound of the sweet term of endearment that rolls off his tongue, your heart won’t stop making summersaults. 

You can see that he doesn’t feel any different at the way he tries to mask his flushed cheeks and red ears by burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“What was that?” You sing teasingly, although you’re well aware that he must feel how quick your pulse rate has gotten. Warm lilac eyes bore into your own as he peers up at you. He seems to be all putty in your arms, with your fingers tangled in his messy strands of hair, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. 

The first thing he had done today once he came home was crush you beneath his weight as he manoeuvred you both to the couch in his living room. You’ve stopped asking how his day has been, already accustomed to his white lies. There was no necessity in hearing him confirm his rough day, when you can see it in the dark shadows underneath his eyes, can feel it in his rigid shoulders, and discern the exhaustion in his voice. 

You’ve learned that the easiest, for you and him, is to just be there for him and hold him like this. 

“You really want me to say it again, hm?” Paired with tired drooping eyes, and still very much rosy cheeks, his smile doesn’t look as enticing and teasing as it usually does. He looks almost… shy. 

Alleviating some of the weight that’s pressing you into the cushions beneath you, Caleb leans on his forearms as he presses his forehead against yours, your noses lightly touching and brushing against each other. His thumb glides along your temple while another beat of silence passes, and nothing is said. Just him and you. You and him. And your soaring hearts. 

“Alright then-” He complies when you nod and bite your lip in a futile attempt to contain the shy and giddy smile threatening to burst out on your face. His breath fans against your skin as he inhales and exhales deeply, his voice like the soft warm breeze on a summer night.

“I missed you today, baby.” 

And even though it’s not the nickname you’ve grown so fond of after all those years, those amethyst orbs that almost seem to be trying to peek into the depths of your soul, that gentle voice that soothes any negative thoughts and worries in your head, and the smile that could shoo away the darkest clouds in the sky- They’re all still Caleb’s. And Caleb is still very much yours. 

[naomiarai]

smut ─── (18+)

thinking about morning sex with caleb; you straddling him as his large hands rest on your hips, drawing shapes as you squeeze his length buried inside of you. it’s only 6 in the morning, but could you really deny him, when his hard was pressed against you while sleeping?

caleb’s hands start to roam over your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. he curses under his breath when you clench around him, swallowing thickly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing wet kisses to his jaw as he sighs in pleasure. “sweet little thing, squeezin’ me so tight, so early.” he mutters, a hand grabbing the plush of your ass, slowly moving you up and down his cock. you moan unbashedly at the drag of your walls, tits starting to bounce as he moves you faster.

soon his other hand finds the back of your thigh, gripping tight before thrusting up into you, setting a relentless pace. caleb watches with a grin as your mouth forms that pretty little ‘o’. “ooh-! mmm—” you moan out, toes curling into the sheets beneath you. you hear his breathy laugh near your ear as his tongue trails up your neck, sucking and kissing hungrily. “you’re so tight, hah— shit! don’ think i fuck you enough, do i?” he grunts out, sucking on your ear lobe.

“ca—leb! s-so good hnng-!” you whine loudly, the tip of his cock battering your cervix deliciously. the wet, lewd sounds skin slapping against skin fill the room, accompanied by your moans. caleb’s hand comes up until your throat, pressing down on it as he rasps, “y-yeah? feels good? god you’re so cute.” your eyes roll to the back of your head, your restricted breathing only fueling the pleasure given to you. the knot in your stomach tightens, thighs shaking as you become so so close to breaking, “m’ gonna come! fuck-! caleb—” you almost scream out, before you drench his cock in your release. but caleb still fucks up into you, slower, his face a picture of pure pleasure, “almost there, pips, just a little more.” he grunts, before spilling ropes of cum, painting your swollen walls white.

[reit0o]

sleeping with caleb (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ

—hcs about sharing a bed with caleb bc i still haven't finished his bday fic :p

☆ caleb has long accepted that he’s never getting his personal space back (good, he doesn't want it anyway). no matter what position he falls asleep in, he always wakes up at the edge of the bed, ass hanging out, with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. he doesn't mind really, because he loves that you still gravitate towards him, even in your sleep.

☆ whenever you get into a petty argument, you make a point of building a pillow barrier between you. when he tries to protest, you just shoot him daggers and turn your back. you can't sleep because of his constant shuffling, but eventually, you knock down the barrier bit by bit, letting him roll over beside you and softly whisper an apology in your ear while he pulls you close. you don’t respond because you’re still upset, but you just let him hold you. and that alone is enough for him

☆ winters in skyhaven are brutal because of the high altitude. so on cold winter nights, you find yourself drawn to caleb because he's just so warm—he's basically a human radiator. when you're feeling cheeky, you like to slide your cold hands under his shirt and laugh evily whenever he flinches

☆ whenever you visit him in skyhaven, he insists on sleeping in your room together. It's not that he dislikes his room, he just prefers being in the space you've curated in his home. he loves being surrounded by things that smell like you, breathing you in while he falls asleep

☆ caleb likes to pretend he's still asleep when you think you've woken up before him. he lets you poke his cheek, blow in his face, tickle his chin, play with his hair until he’s had enough and rolls you over, pulling you into a soul-crushing hug you can’t escape

☆ his favourite time of day is the moment you fall asleep at night, and the moment just before you wake up in the morning. there’s something about your face that looks so peaceful and soft, that makes him fall in love with you all over again. he loves that you’re the first and last thing he sees every day

☆ contrary to what people might think, but caleb loves being the little spoon and being held. he doesn't do it often, but after long shifts with the fleet, there's nothing he loves more than lying on your chest, listening to your breathing while you stroke his hair. his worries melt away instantly, and he always falls asleep faster than usual—some of his best sleeps, honestly.

☆ caleb, the self-proclaimed claw machine master, is a prime example of suffering from your own success. not only does he have to share the bed with you, but with the 20+ plushies that he won and proudly bragged about. now he’s got his own personal plushie (you) snuggled up next to him, along with twenty others, silently staring into his soul

☆ caleb’s bed head is horrendous, and don't even get me started on his morning breath. you love counting all his cowlicks and taking pictures of his messy hair, holding your nose like you’re disgusted. but when he catches you laughing too long, he shuts you up by peppering your face with kisses before pulling you in for one long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

☆ caleb is a light sleeper, so when he hears you tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep, he gently pulls you into his chest and starts telling stories, just like he used to when you were kids. you call it childish, but the sound of his voice, soft and steady, is all it takes for sleep to quickly wash over you. and once your breathing slows down and your body relaxes, he whispers a quiet list of reasons why he loves you—one after the other, just for you

a/n- blessing you with a lot bc i couldnt stop at one. i cant be the only one that uses he's secret times as a sleep aid, his voice is so soothing i knock out instantly. short blabber bc i haven't finished half my fics i was meant to post last week. this caleb bday fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a month 🚬🚬

[izzacripple]

Caleb would definitely order you to pleasure yourself like he IS in the room. You'll try to ignore his piercing gaze as you start to touch your body but you only perform like an authentic private fleshlight for him. He orders you to show him exactly how you fuck yourself when you're all alone; without your Caleb to abuse your pretty pussy. He knows those stupid sex toys won't do any justice to your dirty fuckcunt, his cock is the only thing your perfect pussy will ever need anyway :3

[madamechrissy]

Pretty Please

Pairings- Yandere Caleb x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI/NSFW- a sick fic, you're literally sick from taking care of Caleb (based on the memory in the game) but Caleb knows just how to make you feel better. Don't read if not your thing- he's obsessive asf as we love him, oral sex (f receiving) low-key yandere behavior, Caleb being slutty for you even though you're the only girl he's been with, sweet and also freaky asf - 2k WC

Just me being actually sick ( I have the flu ughh ) and writing this as a completely self indulgent thing- comments and rbs appreciated if you enjoy

You're sick, really sick, after nursing Caleb during a really bad flu, now you've gone and caught it yourself. Ever the caretaker, Caleb is gently spooning some broth into your mouth, holding you up gently, his big hand supporting your head. You hate how good it feels, how good it felt laying against him when he held you all night.

You're both too close, you know that, childhood friends forever, fuck you are all each other even has these days, you never want to ruin it, but your flushed state and addled mind make it worse. You're too sick to ignore how good his cool fingers feel, too weak to pretend you don't crave him all over you.

You take a shaky breath as he puts an electolyte drink to your lips now, you wrap your mouth around the rim of the cup, sipping just so, lip print left on the beveled glass. "I told you, Pip squeak, you were gonna catch it, but someone is stubborn."

You manage a cute little glare, and he laughs at it, as he sets the drink down, running his fingers over your hot forehead, frowning a bit. Even with the medicine you were still running a pretty high fever, breaking just a little sweat that's shimmering on your skin. He can't help but think how pretty you are even sick, but fuck when weren't you?

In his bed, in his arms all night, like pure torture, trying to focus on caring for you instead of doing what he really wanted, to have you wrapped around him, to forget anyone exists but him. He is even taking the slightest pleasure with you depending on him so much right now, selfish but how can he not feel that way, when he's so desperately in love?

"I refuse to be sick." You inform him, making him chuckle, his dark lavender eyes lighting up just a bit, mischievous in their glint.

"Oh, yeah? Think you're so invincible." His voice is a comfortable taunt, a tease as he brushes a droplet off your lips, making you pause then.

"I am! I'll tell it to-" you cough just a bit. "To fuck off."

"I bet you will." He's brushing your hair back, so close now, you pause, looking up at him, breath so quick it makes your chest rise and fall.

Why are you wet while you're sick?

Fuck.

"It's all your fault, you know, playing doctor." You pout now, but your eyes flutter shut as he leans over you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss, eliciting a little whimper that makes him pause, kissing it again. "Feel good, honey?"

"Honey... not Pip squeak?" He chuckles again, looking at you as he runs his thumb in a circle over your flushed cheek, damn near burning to the touch.

"The noise you made," his voice drops to a husky whisper, straight nose damn near brushing yours, and your hands find their way to his soft blue shirt, thinking wildly he'd kiss you then. "It was as if... you really liked it, did the kiss make you feel better?"

You nod then, sighing, and he trembles in his grip of you, desire making him ache. "You can't kiss my lips, you'll get sick again."

"You want me to?" His whisper was shocked, you turn your face then, but he presses a kiss on your hot cheek now, making your grip tighten on his shirt. "You're sweet when you're sick. Look at you, weak like a little kitten."

"Jerk." He laughs again, pecking a kiss on your neck, and that's when Caleb loses control, the insane control he's always kept with you, when he brushes lips on your sweet flesh, and you cry out, and he can feel that heat between your thighs. "Caleb..."

"Yeah? Feeling better yet?" He kisses down your collarbone, tugging at the shirt you wore, swallowing you since it's his shirt, and he wonders if you're wearing anything else.

His bed.

His clothes.

His.

You're his, you're supposed to be his, fuck.

When his hand slips down, brushing your breast, he watches your nipple press against the thin white fabric, making him let out a shaky, heavy breath, and your hand slides up, palm over his racing heart. Caleb has an athlete's heart, but it's fucking racing like crazy, you feel it, eyes locking.

"Where do you need me to kiss it better, Pip squeak? You just tell me."

"Caleb..."

"Aren't I always here for you? Don't I always take care of you?" You swallow now, nodding, as his eyes get darker, plump lips parting, looking up under his dark long lashes as he kisses your nipple over the shirt, and your back arches, cunt throbbing again.

"You always take care of me." He moans again, hands sliding down to your waist now, then your hips.

"So let me make you feel better. Make you feel so fucking good."

"How?" Your innocent whisper almost ends him, he's never asked you outright but always hoped you would wait for him.

"Has anyone kissed you..." his fingers drift down until he finds your slick cunt, your gasp of pleasure making his cock throb and leak sticky precum. "Here?"

"No... you know I..."

"Never like anyone enough to?"

"You're... usually annoying me too much for me to notice anyone." He smiles against your skin, yanking the blanket off you and leaning back on his knees, looking down at you as he slips that big shirt up your thighs.

"Oh, is that it? Just annoying?" He bites his lower lip when he sees it, your bare glistening cunt, emitting even more heat than your fevered skin. "Fuck..."

"You're annoying and... clingy and... attention- ah!" He scoots down the bed, spreading your thighs, slipping that shirt up and pressing a hand on your tummy, breath so close to your cunt you can't take it, gripping the soft blankets under you. "C-Caleb!"

"So no one has kissed you... right..." His lips smack as they press a kiss to your clit, and you weakly jerk, body still aching from the fever now. "Here?"

"No one." Your answer ends him, he rests his head on your inner thigh, trying to fucking compose himself, rigourous military training couldn't prepare him for the scent or taste of you- of course he'd stolen many panties- but the source was even sweeter. "Are you sure it'll um... make me feel better?"

"Well if I kiss your other lips you think I'll get sick, right?" He asks casually, pulling your folds apart and breathing against your tiny clit, making it twitch as he smirks just a bit. "You tell me if it makes you feel better, I'll always make you feel better."

You nod weakly, and soon Caleb, the closest person in the world to you, is lapping his long pink tongue up your slit. Your thighs close, earning a firm smack to them that stings.

"Hold them open." That commanding voice, the military voice of his that makes you ache, you immediately agree. "Good girl."

Good girl!?

You're done, when Caleb slips his tongue up your slit now, juices gushing out of your hole, which he hungrily fucking laps up, as you're shaking, desperate for more. Your hands entangle in dark brown silky locks, just making him moan when your nails press his scalp, when you pull, and he flicks his tongue again.

"Ah!" You're shaking, weak and exhausted, like he's sapping the last bit of hydration from your body, but it feels so fucking good you can't take it.

"This helping, honey? Feel better yet?" You shake your head, earning his grin, you feel every line of his teeth against your plump lips, jerking your hips as he flicks the tip of his tongue up again on your engorged clit. "You need more, then ask for it. How do we ask nicely huh?"

"Pretty please." The words ruins him, fuck you ruin him, he grips your ass then, dragging you closer, and starts eating your pussy in earnest, in ways he's only ever dreamed of, better than lapping your soaking wetness off your panties, better than anything. The first time he's finally gotten the girl of his dreams against his face, and you're falling apart for him.

He feels so good, tongue slipping inside gummy walls that convulse as your hoarse voice echoes in Caleb's spacious room, and the sounds of him drinking you up are fucking obscene, lewd, the squelching wetness mixing with his moans as he laps at you. His fingers press into the plush of your thighs, leaving bruises he hopes stay, and so do you, as you're arching your hips up, weak but willing to give him all of you.

Caleb's grinding his cock against his mattress, aching to slide it in, and fuck he'd love that, to take you, make you fully his, but he knows you'll need energy for that. So for now he murmurs - "Cum for me, would you? You'll feel so much better, won't you? Let me take care of you."

You manage a nod, then Caleb sinks a finger in your tight entrance, the stretch and how full you are too much, he grins, sighing, eyes so dilated they're black with desire, damn near cumming as he presses up, finding your spot, and your body responds violently, you feel it all fall apart, almost hurting with how weak and sore you already are, the pleasure so intense you can't see.

"Caleb, m'gonna-"

"Cum, pretty, lemme drink you all up, hmm?" You're ended, cumming so hard you almost faint, as you feel lightheaded, ears ringing when he laps at your clit and presses a fingertip in that spongy spot, and when you do, you gush so much he has trouble drinking you all up. Dripping down his face, down to the dark sheets underneath you, screaming out so weakly the last of your voice is gone.

"Oh my god..." You're struggling as he presses one more kiss on your pussy now, then your inner thigh, running his fingers up and down your slit, smirking as you twitch, crying out with a voice almost gone.

"Feel better, don't you?" He asks, leaning over you, strong muscles of his arms tense and defined, and you feel it, his hard cock hot and heavy under his sweats, as it rests between you. "Answer."

"Y-yes. But Caleb we..." You swipe some of your glistening cum off his chin, flushing furiously, as he smiles, brows lowering, so dangerous then, he's so fucking dangerous. Your body has used so much you feel exhausted, eyes fluttering shut as he leans on an elbow, brushing your hair back. "We just..."

"I took care of you, I made you feel good. Didn't I say I always will?" He adjusts your shirt now, helping you sit up once more, and you eye his lips.

"Then kiss me."

"Kiss you hmm? You're so greedy, you're gonna get me sick again?" You just nod, energy seeping from your sick body, and he does just that, kissing you, and he grips you so tightly then, shaking with the effort it takes not to fuck into you. "God, taste yourself, don't you?"

"Y-yes..." You hide your face against his chest then, as he holds you close, stroking your hair.

"You're cute I swear, I'd give you anything you ask." He will give you everything, in time. For now, he knows what's best, pulling back and covering you again, brushing your hair gently. "You need to hydrate, you've... lost a lot."

"Oh my god." He's chuckling a bit now, eyes bright, and you feel yourself wanting to tell him everything, but for now he's helping you drink, and then giving you medicine, before holding you against his chest. You drift off quickly, and he smiles as he thinks of how you're going to have to extend your trip, he doesn't think you'll be feeling good enough yet, and he will take care of you, no one else can quite like him.

Had a few requests for more Caleb, I am in LOVE with him during this event my goodness, I am down to write more if you all want! Hope ya'll enjoyedd this was somehow cute and filthy lmao.

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[cowgiri]

content warning: foursome (caleb + sylus + zayne + reader)

the air was tainted with the scent of sex and thick with arousal. the slick and lewd sounds of caleb's tongue lapping at your cunt flooded the room. his lips sealed tight against your clit as his fingers thrusted deep into you. it was simply too much, the pleasure was almost painful. but there was no escape, not with the full nelson that sylus had you folded into, his tight grip spreading you wider, if even possible. his thick cock eased into your tight virgin ass, the burning stretch teetered between a thin line of pleasure and pain. tears brimmed your vision, it was too much. too good. too intense.

"look at you taking it like such a good girl," zayne cooed as his lips brushed against your ear, his eyes transfixed on caleb’s tongue and sylus' thrusting cock. he bit your earlobe, tugging it gently, sending a sharp zing through your body. he tilted your chin up, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. you let out a sharp whimper against his lips. you could feel yourself edging closer and closer, the pressure building until it became almost too much to bear.

"not yet, kitten," sylus breathed huskily into your ear as you let out a choked moan. he pulled back out of your tight hole before slamming back in roughly, making you jolt forward. a gasp escaped from your lips as caleb's fingers were replaced by his heavy cock. the stretch was almost unbearably delicious, your inner walls fluttering as he thrusted deep and hard. his hips rolled with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly against your skin. your walls fluttered at the sensation, you could feel your body quickly barreling towards an orgasm. zayne's fingers trailed down the crevice of your abdomen before landing on your clit and pinching it, his mouth never leaving yours.

your vision blurred with an intensity you'd never felt before, leaving you a sobbing wreck against zaynes lips. your body twitched as they continued to pump into you, chasing their own release. you could feel each and every rope of caleb's cum hitting against the walls of your cunt. his cock pulsed inside of you as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you to the brim.

a sharp groan rang through the room as sylus found his release, his cock pulsating deep within you. another wave of pleasure hit you, a whole new orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you didn't think possible. you were barely able to catch your breath as they slowly pulled out of you, their release pooling on the sheets.

"you're so beautiful when you cum for us," caleb whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

note: can you tell i’m ovulating?

[tojicide]

(check out the series here)

spiderman!caleb has been floating around in my mind for days… please humor me and picture it.

caleb had it all figured out. academically? he was at top of his class, the golden child of the honors program. socially? he was well known, well liked, and somehow not the total dirtbag that most college guys are.

life was simple. predictable. textbook. that was until three very inconvenient things happened.

number one: he was bit by a radioactive spider. great. suddenly, he has web-slinging powers, majorly heightened senses, and—thanks to a lingering case of static cling—his life has been turned upside down. (seriously, he’s somehow gotten stuck to his dorm room’s ceiling more times than he would like to admit.)

number two: he met you. the timing was impeccable, really. you were smart, competitive, and somehow—no matter what he did—always a step ahead. if he got a 97 in microbiology? you’d score a 98. if he grabbed a cookie from the dining hall? he’d see you with two on your plate. that was deliberate, he’s sure of it. and above all, you’re gunning for top spot in the class, just when he’s trying to juggle his new, freakish reality.

number three: the spider’s sense was created—an anonymous blog dedicated to every little thing spider-man does. caleb’s trying to lay low, but the blog is way too close for comfort.

his new mission? find out who’s behind the blog before they figure out he’s the one they’re writing about. but with you constantly one-upping him and him trying to keep up appearances, caleb might just be in way over his head.

a/n: so obviously i’ve thought about this way too much….. so hypothetically…….would anyone be interested in reading a spidercaleb fic series……. (edit: ok i’m going to post it, i can’t fight the urges.)

comment if you want to be tagged!!

also i got the concept of spidercaleb from paiya443 on x!

[sayangrafayel]

MC saw one of her kindergartener friend's mom kisses her friend's booboo and she did it to Caleb ONCE and ever since then little Caleb just run to little MC every time he hurt himself even if it's just a minor accident (like, even if it didn't hurt him at all)