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Imagine finally getting a night alone with Caleb after what feels like months of pent-up sexual frustration and desperate touches that always ended in baby cries, 'mama I pee-peed!' and empty 'I'll touch you later' promises. You two were in a constant cycle of getting blue balled by your daughter.

But tonight was different.

Caleb was kissing down your neck with the kind of focused attention that meant he couldn't wait for any longer. His hands were under your shirt, already unclasping your bra with expert ease, your fingers tangled in his hair, and the look in his eyes screamed need. desire.

“She’s asleep, right?” he murmured against your neck.

“Out cold.”

“Perfect,” he grinned, lips moving lower. “Because I need to be inside you. Now."

Clothes are messily strewn on the bedroom floor, bodies bare. Desperate kisses exchanged and hands feeling each other up. His left hand's squeezing your breasts, his thumb gently tweaking your nipple as he greedily makes out with you. His right hand hooking right under one of your thighs, lifting your leg so he could gain better access.

"Fuck, I missed you.." he gasps out after pulling away from the kiss. He positions himself right to your entrance, teasing the tip around your slit. But just when he's about to slip himself in...

knock knock knock.

You both freeze.

“Mommy?” You knew that voice. The tiny gremlin tone of a three-year-old who was definitely not asleep.

You both turn toward the bedroom door like it just declared war.

“No,” Caleb breathes, forehead dropping to your shoulder in pure devastation. “I'm going to lose my fucking mind.”

Knock knock. Again.

“Mommy? Daddy? I had a dream that Uncle Gideon turned into a waffle. Can I sleep in your bed?”

He dramatically rolls off of you, muttering to himself, “I didn’t even get to put it in.”

You chuckle as he stares at the ceiling. Looking lifeless. Emotionally dead.

Then, a whisper. “A waffle.” Followed by a choked, near-broken laugh. “He got turned into a waffle, and now I have blue balls.”

You're trying not to laugh. You really are. But your daughter knocks again, and you're both yanked from lustful heaven back into parent mode.

"Remind me to tell Gideon I hate him."

Seems like it was another typical night, after all.

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it’s been months and this is all i got…. (who else am i drawing atp!!!)

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if they wont give us a transparent kittyleb then I'LL DO IT MYSELF

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₍⑅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.”

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oh boy the amount of angst infold gives this man is lethal (literally)- his new card made me SO SAD T.T (i loved it)

enjoy the new art my fellow apple girlies ;3

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I drew Caleb from 21 angles to try and understand his ✨lewk✨ I made a breakdown on my Patreon <3 please check it out if you’re interested!

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Credit: @/chadetteisgiga on Twitter

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CALEB GIRLIES I PRESENT MY ART ✨

Art by sugardells

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🍎 sketch reference sheet!

Thick eyebrows + freaky smile combo on 🔝

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Rafayel coming up next ✍🏾

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- Caleb

DONE. I think !! One with and without his mech arm hehe

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Caleb, babe, I gotta keep it real with you. I'm NOT curious about how you concentrate.

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stargazing (mini comic)

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thoughts about big dick caleb losing his self-control on your first time

caleb tries really hard. really, he does. when you whine and say it hurts or he's going too fast, he does his best to comply with your demands. keeping still. being gentle. peppering you with soft, reassuring kisses.

when caleb felt your cunt clench around his fingers, he didn't go crazy. he didn't lose his patience and tried to loosen you up to prep you as best as he could. when he put the head of his cock inside, he was slow and careful, even though he really, really wanted to feel your pussy.

but now, halfway in with you sobbing and crying for him to take it out, it's too big it won't fit, he hesitates. he can't move. he doesn't want to.

he really, really doesn't want to.

caleb can't stop his hips from fucking into you, not when you're so warm and wet and sinfully tight. looking up at him through teary lashes. cunt clenching around him like you never want him to pull out.

so even when the tears roll down your cheeks, when you say it hurts it a little, all caleb can do is apologize. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i can't stop," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your temple to make up for the way his hips fucking pound into you, heavy and rough. his cock keeps releasing globs of pre-cum, sloshing inside with your slick. "pips, i'm sorry, you feel too good—"

your legs are trembling, kicking out when the tip of his dick hits a good spot. he holds them down with a tight grip, bruises shaped like his fingertips blooming on your thighs. "ah, no, please don't run away, don't run away from me... mmgh, let me feel you, ah, let me have your pretty pussy, fuck!"

it's like any semblance of control he had slipped away from him; suddenly, he can't ever have his lips empty, always kissing you, marking the side of your neck, or sucking down your chest. he can't stand having you away from him, pulling you back to his cock before you can escape. 

and, hysterically, he realizes he can't bring himself to pull out, even as he feels his release fast approaching.

so he pumps it all inside you, thick loads of hot semen flush against your womb. the cum keeps coming out, painting your walls white, filling you up and overflowing. his hips keep thrusting, pounding, fucking it deeper, even long after he's finally stopped cumming and he's so sensitive it almost hurts. because maybe, just maybe, if he tried hard enough, maybe it'll take on the first try. if he pushes it deep enough, maybe he'll see you round and glowing.

and if it doesn't, well... he'll just have to keep going, won't he?

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Sit on my face

cw: p*ssy eating, face rid!ng, overst!mulation

Caleb would not let it go — he’d beg and whine about it all week, like a man possessed. You’d be this close to snapping, ready to shut him up just to get some peace. But he'd just give you those eyes. Big, warm, greedy — begging you to give in. The kind of look that undoes you completely.

So eventually, you do.

And the moment you straddle his chest, hovering over his face, he goes utterly quiet. Staring up at you as if you hung from stars.

The first lick is slow. Deliberate. Just enough pressure of his warm tongue to make your hips twitch. He would wrap his arms around your thighs and pulls you down tighter, burying his face between your legs like it’s the only thing that’ll shut him up.

But you both know that would be a lame joke. He never shuts up.

His arms would wrap around the backs of your thighs, locking you in place, dragging you down to sit fully on his mouth like it was the only place he belonged. “Nngh...Don’t worry pips. I want you heavy,” he whines, voice muffled against you, breath hot and trembling.

You tried to lift your hips once — just to breathe, just to think — and his arms just clamped tighter.

“Don’t,”

His grip stays firm, keeping you pressed right where he needed you. The movement of his mouth turning frantic — tongue plunging inside you now, fucking you with slow, filthy precision, his nose pressed against your clit as if he were sculpted to live there. Every moan, every gasp he lets out, only makes it wetter. Sloppier. His face slick with spit and your slick, chin dripping, tongue never once pulling back. He’s not even being neat about it anymore — he’s downright starving.

“Gods—Rub your pussy all over my face, baby. Fuck...Use me.” he mumbles, barely audible between the obscene sounds he’s making. Slurping. Moaning. Whining.

His whole body is arching under you, hips flexing off the bed like he's fucking the air, desperate for friction while all his focus stays locked between your thighs. His hands gripping your ass and holding you there with impossible control — not rough, just inescapable. The weight of his arms around you feels like a cage. A warm, loving, obsessed kind of cage.

And the first orgasm hits you too fast.

His tongue was too deep, too firm. His moans were too loud, too perfect, and the wet mess of him beneath you had you unraveling before you could even warn him. Your thighs clenched around his head, back arching, but he didn’t stop. He growled, actually growled into you, holding you tighter as you came, his tongue flattening and flicking over your clit with dizzying speed, sucking every tremble out of you like it fed him.

And he doesn't let go after that. No no no.

Your body can be still twitching, legs shaking from the aftershocks, but Caleb just keeps going. Holding you in place like your pleasure was his oxygen. He uses the weight of his evol to keep you pinned down, mouth moving greedily as he starts over — tongue plunging back inside like he was starving all over again.

You can gasp, cry, whine, try to shift — but he just pulls you down harder.

“Mnn...You’re not done yet,” he murmurs, lips slick, eyes dark and shining up at you from between your thighs.

The second orgasm tears through you almost before the first one fades. Caleb fucks you through it with his mouth — groaning into your cunt like he was the one in ecstasy, like your moans were his reward, like nothing in the world mattered but getting more.

Fuck he was so proud of himself.

Your legs are jelly. Your brain static. But still — he keeps going.

Your whole body is overstimulated. His tongue fucking, licking, sucking, relentless, hungry, determined. When you try again to move, to lift yourself off even an inch, he just whimpers “No.”

...

“No, pips. Stay. Come for me again...I know you can. You’re not done...You’re doing so good.”

You can be even crying out now, noises falling from your lips that doesn't even sound like words anymore. Your body burning, nerves screaming, but Caleb looks so blissed out beneath you — tongue working like it is the only thing he was born to do.

And like a dam breaking — you shatter.

Your thighs tense, your breath catch, and heat spill from you in a rush — soaking his face completely. Caleb moans so loud it echoes, holding you down as your hips jerk and you squirt all over his face, your body unable to contain it anymore.

“Good girl,” he rasps “That’s it, that’s it — give it to me. Every last drop, sweets.”

Even then, even soaked and trembling and gasping for air — he kisses your thighs with this dazed, ruined sweetness.

“You're so beautiful...”

He would never get tired of this.

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Love and Deepspace Filipino AU !!! 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭 He's so Filipino highschool nostalgia coded TT

Kuya Caleb ang gwapo gwapo mo!!!

English Version here for non Filos >:33 I changed the dialogue a bit because banter in Tagalog doesn't always translate so smoothly

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The fact that he does this canonically is hilarious 😂

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happy birthday to my fave 🍎💥