#Caleb drabble

[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)

[cosmoszyn]

eighth year | caleb.

caleb x nonmc! reader

tags: angst, drabble, hurt no comfort, unrequited love

part two of the drabble 'seven years'. please do read to have an additional context first!

"i love you."

"caleb, stop. you're drunk."

"no, i really do."

"weren't you just rejected by mc?"

your question was met with silence as the man standing across you sluggishly leans on the doorframe to your kitchen, darting his eyes elsewhere but yours. and despite the silence in the midst of his intoxicated confession, you could hear the vivid sound of his heart shattering to pieces.

you sigh.

"come on, let's get you to the couch," you say taking a few steps forward as you find him slowly sinking to his knees to your kitchen tiles and laying there in a fetal position.

"don' wanna," he slurs, curling himself further.

"stop being difficult," you groan, kneeling and reaching out to his shoulder.

caleb swats your hand away with a frown and half-lidded eyes, "not until you explain why you stopped talkin' to me t-these days," he demands. "how could you throw away seven years of our friendship like that?" he continued.

you clicked your tongue, returning your hands to his shoulder to get him to lay supine across the floor, "i didn't have a choice, caleb. you know that."

you receive a grumble from him in response, turning his body away from you, "you're bein' s-selfish..." he drawls.

you retreat your hand from his shoulder, looking at him owlishly with furrowed brows and mouth slightly agape.

"what did you just say?" you mutter.

caleb opens his left eye and pulls himself up, sitting across you, his body slightly swaying from the alcohol.

"you're bein' selfish," he repeats, with more conviction.

"get out."

"wha--?"

"don't make me repeat myself," you reply, standing from the freezing tiles of your kitchen floor.

and in the following minute, you watch caleb blink at you slowly, lips parting and tightening into a thin line before wearily pushing himself up and stumbling across your door. you continue observing him with watery eyes as he struggles to get himself out your apartment.

"'ya know..." he mumbles under his breath, followed by a hiccup, "we met eight years ago today."

with his slurred words and a slammed door in your empty apartment, you end up curling to yourself in the harsh kitchen floor.

author's note: ya'll wanted a part 2, then here u go. a more angsty part 2 LOL. this is highly inspired by memories by conan gray :P

[umamaki]

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.

[halosmin]

imagine caleb coming home from work to find you in the middle of a period-induced meltdown. the second he hears the faint sound of crying, he tosses his coat over the sofa back and drops everything to find you. when he finally does, seated on the bed and clinging to his pillow, he doesn’t waste a second going to your side, embracing you in a snug hug without hesitation. when your arms loop around him, caleb doesn’t ask anything of you, instead pressing his lips to the side of your head, caressing your aching body, fingertips pressing gently against the spots he knows need it.

only the sound of your beating hearts and his gentle whispers linger, his words blowing away the dense fog of emotions running in your head.

“shh… it’s okay… i’m here…”

“just hold me and let it all out…”

“don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere...”

[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. 

[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!

[bronzealchemy]

calebs breath nearly stopped when you undressed in front of him for the first time. he saw you undressed before, years ago. but this was … well, different. he couldn‘t believe you were real. the curve of your hip, your soft skin in the dim light. the sight took his breath away. his hands started to shake when there was only the black bra and panty remaining, leaving the rest to his imagination. and that he had. he imagined this over and over again during his time at the DAA academy when there was too much time where he couldn‘t see you. but his imagination didn‘t even come close to reality. „you’re staring“, you whispered, suddenly overcome with every single thing you ever questioned about your body. it was almost too intimate, the way he looked at you. „I know. I know.“ caleb seemed to be talking to himself. he took a step toward you. and then, finally, his hands were on you. you could feel his fingers shake slightly. until he dug them in your hips and pulled you close, crushing his lips on yours.

caleb hoped that he could show you just how crazy you made him, with every touch, every kiss. explaining with his body on yours that he couldn‘t stop staring, because you were the most mesmerizing, bewitching thing he ever laid eyes upon. and when you were chanting his name, whispering it like the most delicate secret, he dared to hope he carried his task to full satisfaction.

[angelltheninth]

Reunion Sex with Caleb

Caleb didn't ear gloves when you last saw him. He wasn't so... dark when you saw him, so ruthless. His hand gripped your chin with force that didn't quite match the gentle look in his eyes. The smooth material pressed against your lips before pushing past them.

His smirk widened as he knelt down between your legs and pushed them apart with his other hand. It skimmed the hem of your dress before slipping beneath, pushing your panties to the side and gathering the slick over his fingers and then across your pussy.

Your legs parted in a silent plea, lips locked around his finger, eyes looking into his. He looked different but to you he was still Caleb, your friend, your childhood crush.

"I'm not the same anymore. And you still want me. I never thought you would." He whispered, letting the happiness seep into his tone.

"Of course I want you." You admitted as you felt his finger push inside your cunt. "I missed you so much. I kept hoping, dreaming you'd come back to me. Caleb I- ah! Oh!" His quick thrusts didn't let you form words, didn't let you confess to the end. He couldn't hear those words from you now.

He tore his look from yours and focused on his hand moving between your legs instead. "I'll have to buy some new ones when I'm done with you." Caleb smirked, curling his finger upwards, making your hips jump with the movement. "You like me fucking you like this? Your best friend making you come with fingers alone?" His tone was a bit mocking but still had no malice. "Fuck. I always wanted to be the one to make you come."

Caleb added a second finger, adding to the fullness you already felt. Your pussy pulsed and dripped around his fingers, your hands reaching out to clench his coat. "Caleb. I- I'm- Caleb!" You rode his hand as you came, calling his name like it was the only word you knew.

Good. That was how he indented to keep it.

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[militaryapple]

sfw drabble — a happy caleb, who can’t wait to see his wife walk down the isle. this is all he’s ever dreamed about since he was a boy, since he had first laid his eyes on you. the poor little girl in EVER’s lab institute. the little girl who cried for anyone, anything, the little girl he had made giggle by making her toys float to ease her pain.

it was almost scary for him, when he saw you he saw the little girl who looked at him with such perplexing eyes. who gladly took him in their family with open arms. the little girl who asked him to make dumplings or fried chicken. then, looking away, he saw you again.

this time he saw a teenage girl. one who went to his basketball practices and cheered extra loudly at games, a teenage girl who cried whenever she lost a volleyball game; holding him with sobbing eyes. a teenage girl who was anxious for him waiting for his acceptance letter, a teenage girl who gave him a kiss during his graduation and screamed when he walked across the stage.

his eyes burned, his chest heavy, looking away from you. then his gaze floating back to you.

and there you were.

a woman.

the woman who welcomed him back into her world after everything, a woman who sobbed whenever he had to leave for work, and texted him whenever she had the time. a woman who called him to make sure he knew she loved him, and reassured him throughout everything. a woman who devoted her time to both him and work — you grew into a beautiful butterfly.

oh how he loved you. while it hurt knowing that the moments you both shared are long in the past, he remembered that there still was a future, a future with both of you in it.

he watched as you walked down the isle, your makeup almost coming undone while you tried to keep it together, he knew you were going to cry eventually. he watched as he lifted the veil, you looked up at him with your big bright eyes like you have done many years before.

it was sad, yet happy. a day where his emotions were scattered. yet he knew for certain that he loved you, and that he would always love you, because he knew that he loved you, a little more than you could ever realize.

[bookworrm1999]

Caleb Drabble

Content: direct panty sniffing, hickeys, cuddles

Caleb was laying on your stomach, it was a chill day today. Laying on the couch on your back with Caleb draped over you.

Reading an article on your phone while your fingers carded through Caleb’s hair. The window was open and a slight breeze brought fresh air in. Feeling quite relaxed, your eyes drifted closed until you felt something shift on your skin.

Blearily opening your eyes, you see Caleb nosing your shirt up.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling you.”

He plants light kisses on your belly and hips before moving on to leaving slight hickeys. It makes you jump and you start to push his head away. It was extremely ticklish.

“Stop!”

“Why?” He grins at you leaving another open mouthed kiss on your sensitive skin. Jumping now but his weight pins you.

“It tickles!”

Caleb hums now, unbothered as he makes his way down, lifting your soft skirt up to your waist. His large hands skimming your thighs.

“Caleb!”

“That’s my name.” His nose goes straight to your panties, you really can’t handle this. The sensation of the top of his nose digging into you, his hot breath against your clothed folds and thighs.

“Why?!”

“Cause I want you.”

“It’s too sensitive Caleb.”

“You can take it.”

His face smushed into you now, his nose running up and down your folds. Your panties bunched but his face is euphoric.

“Caleb…” you whine but also push yourself against him.

“Mmm, you smell wonderful.”

“You weirdo.” Well, you didn’t really mind but he didn’t need to know that.

Caleb lays a kiss on your damp panties before pulling your skirt down to lay his head on your stomach once more.

Bringing your hand to his hair with his own.

“I’m done, more pets please.”

“That’s it?”

“Mmhmm, I got my fix. You can pet me again.”

“Rude.”

[seongwars]

mornings

I managed to pull TWO of the 5 star Caleb cards from the new banner in one go, so here's some smut to celebrate

Word Count: 1075 Warnings: SMUT, yandere dad caleb, period tracking, unprotected sex, p in v, unproofread, mentions of impregnation, caleb malewifing manipulating, manhandling part of the lads!dadverse

Caleb’s day started at 5 AM, as it always did. 

He stretched his arms over his head, rolling out the tension in his muscles before pressing a kiss to your cheek. He took a moment to admire your sleeping face before moving through the motions of the morning: starting a pot of coffee, pulling out ingredients for breakfast, and prepping lunch boxes.

By 6:30, the first stirrings of life began.

Ciel prided himself on being the oldest at six and got himself ready without any help. Archer, however, was still wrapped in his blanket, clutching his dinosaur plush and groaning in protest when Caleb nudged him awake.

As for the twins, transitioning them to toddler beds had been your idea and Caleb was starting to question it. Eden had turned the mattresses into his personal trampoline, while Stella lay sprawled on the floor, too lazy to get up. With a resigned sigh, Caleb scooped them both up and carried them to the kitchen, where their older brothers were already waiting patiently for breakfast.

By 7:30, the house was empty. The car was loaded, and everyone was buckled in for school and daycare drop off. 

Caleb's day started at 5 AM, just as it always did. He made sure everything was taken care of just the way you liked it. There was no reason for you to lift a finger.

Because when you woke up, he wanted your focus to be on him. 

You felt it the moment you opened your eyes. Every hormone in your system seemed dead set on one thing: getting absolutely wrecked by the man who had just finished the school run.

Somehow, Caleb always timed it perfectly, as if he had mapped out every fluctuation, every shift in your body like clockwork. As if he had studied you. Tracked you. Controlled you in ways you hadn’t even realized.

You padded sleepily toward the kitchen, drawn to the smell of coffee and there he was, standing menacingly by the fridge, fresh from the shower wearing those damn gray sweatpants.

It wasn’t fair. No man should look that good after wrangling four kids, doing the laundry and cleaning the house from top to bottom. His hair was still damp with droplets clinging to his skin and his muscles flexed as he reached for a glass of water. And those sweatpants? They clung just right, taunting you to pull them down and wrap your lips around his cock. 

Caleb turned at the sound of your footsteps, a slow, knowing smile creeping across his lips.

"Morning, baby," he murmured, like he’d been waiting for you.

And just like that, you forgot everything else.

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up, every nerve screaming at you to jump his bones—to shove him against the counter, to drag him back to bed, the counter, the floor, any surface to hold you up as he fucked your brains out. 

And your husband happily obliged. 

“How’re you still so tight after four kids?” he grunted, slamming his hips into you from behind.

You didn't respond, too fucked out on his cock as his balls slapped against your swollen pussy. Instead, you pushed your ass against him, the couch shaking as you gasped into the cushions. 

How many times had you cum? You didn’t know—you’d been too preoccupied with begging him to fill you up, as you were faced down and ass up.

“You’re so slutty, mommy.”

He growled and leaned forward, pressing his chest into your back, all while continuing his brutal pace, hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Your body jerked forward with each thrust and there was nothing you could do to stop it, to stop him. He was relentless in his need to plant his seed in  you, and it left you helpless to do anything but take it.

His large hand slid from your hip up to your tits, squeezing roughly, before rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers. The sound of your squelching pussy spurred him on, urging him to fill your empty womb to the brim. You didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow managed to fit in another inch.

“Gonna put another baby in you. You’d like that, huh?”

“Hnng I love it. Please, please baby, I want it. Cum in me,” you begged, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the pleasure. 

Caleb's fingers reached down to your clit, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves that brought you over the edge. As pleasure wracked your body, your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. It didn't help that he continued pumping his hips into you as he rode out his orgasm.

His hand lingered on your stomach, fingers pressing lightly as if he were mapping out his territory. You sighed, sinking into his embrace, completely missing the way his eyes darkened as he flipped you on to your back. 

“Caleb!”

“That’s not my name.”

His lips found your breast, latching onto one of your nipples as his tongue flicked over the hardened peak. His other hand cupped and kneaded your other tit, pinching and fondling just enough to make you arch into him.

“Baby!”

“That’s more like it.”

He smirked against your skin, the warmth of his breath sending another wave of sensation through you. His lips moved from your chest to your neck, your jaw, your cheek, peppering kisses that made you giggle. 

But there was nothing soft about the way he held you.

You didn’t the way he had meticulously designed your life to keep you tethered to him.

The kids, your beautiful babies, were his strongest hold over you. He knew you would never abandon them, and in turn, you would never abandon him. The chores, the cooking, the late nights when they were sick? He took it all upon himself, so you never had to worry.

So you’d never have to imagine what life could be like without him.

He made himself indispensable, carving himself into every aspect of your life until the mere thought of doing anything alone felt impossible.

All you saw was the perfect husband. The devoted father. The man who did everything for you, who loved you so much it was almost overwhelming.

Caleb’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as the sharp chime of his phone interrupted the moment. 

It was time to pick up the kids.

[koenigami]

tags : fluff, a little angsty, soft and cuddly caleb

“…and managed to find the culprit. I just think it’s shocking that the police never really… Caleb?”

Halting your expressive hand gestures, you physically freeze as you take note of Caleb’s closed eyes. You slowly exhale, almost don’t dare to breathe at all when you realise how angelic he looks. With his lips slightly parted and his bangs falling over his forehead, his expression seems so very relaxed as he rests his head on your lap.

The true crime documentary is completely forgotten once you lower the volume of the tv. Instead, you can’t help but let yourself be completely enamored with him in this sweet serene moment.

He’s been away a lot lately, always the very busy colonel. Even when he finishes all of his duty related work, when all the meetings have ended and when all the paperwork has been finished up, Caleb still manages to find ways to keep himself busy. Sometimes you wondered whether he was doing all of this on purpose in an attempt to run away. From what, you weren’t sure. Run away from you? Reality? Himself?

Yet as you gingerly brush away the hair from his face, your touch so featherlight, you still recognize the boy who once helped you with your math homework. The boy who was once full of dreams, who shined so brightly that you feared the sun and the moon would plot against him and take him away from you because they might be jealous of him.

The pad of your thumb traces the dark circles along his eyes, and it hurts to see yet another light being dimmed by the harshness and cruelty of the world.

It hurts to see that he has obviously been through so much, yet you still only know so little about it.

Your fingers trail along his right forearm that he’s lazily draped across his stomach. You count each knuckle and crevice between them before you carefully slide your palm under his intertwine your fingers with his. Cold. A word that you would have never thought you’d use to describe him one day. And yet here you are, with your thumb caressing the cold hard surface of the back of his hand despite being aware that it is very unlikely for him to feel anything when it comes to that limb.

Regardless, your head jerks up when you feel his hold on your hand tighten briefly, giving it a gentle squeeze. You curiously peer down at him only to notice that he’s already staring at you.

“Sorry, I fell asleep on you, didn’t I? I must have been a little tired.” He yawns and uses his free hand to rub his eyes, the exhaustion somehow even more evident on his face now than before.

“It’s alright. You can go back to sleep if you want.” You offer a gentle smile and comb your fingers through his hair to smooth down any cowlicks that might be sticking out. His hair was always such a mess after naps.

“You know, it’s a little weird sometimes.” He confesses quietly and pulls your interwoven fingers up to his lips. The soft peck he presses on your hand makes your heart leap uncontrollably.

“What is?”

He smiles, and you notice a lingering sadness in his expression as he looks at your joined hands with a contemplative expression. “Every time you're here, my sleep quality improves. But unfortunately it doesn’t bring me any significant rest since I usually force myself to stay awake.”

“But why would you do that?” Your voice sounds judgmental, a little annoyed even over the fact that he willingly sacrifices his sleep and keeps himself awake.

There’s another soft brush of his lips against your hand, before Caleb pulls it higher up to his cheek and nuzzles against it. There it is now, right beneath your palm. The warmth you’re so used to. The bright light that would always light the path ahead of you, and keep you warm on the coldest and gloomiest days. It was right here in your hands.

“Because I’m scared of waking up one day and you not being there. I’m afraid of all of this only being a dream.” Caleb tilts his head and you feel his lips move against your palm as he whispers as if it were a silent prayer.

“I don’t want you to be a dream, Y/n.”

[mephisto-reporting]

Silk, Satin and Sensual - Caleb Edition

Premise: Headcanons on his preferences for lingerie and his reaction when he sees you in them. Based on this request. Pairing: Reader x Caleb. You can find all the other men's version here (along with Caleb's because I added that to it) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is suggestive. Please do not interact if you are a minor. . If you wanted to be added to my taglist, please DM, ask or comment :D Content warning: Suggestive. MNDI.

Caleb prefers lingerie that’s just for him—sexy yet teasing, revealing enough to drive him mad but covering just enough to make him desperate.

Caleb gravitates toward sleek, understated sensuality. He favors deep, alluring colors like navy, black, and dark burgundy, shades that hint at elegance but still feel undeniably intimate. However, he has a soft spot for delicate lilacs and soft purples, especially when they complement your skin.

Minimal but devastatingly effective designs have him on edge. Thin straps barely holding everything together, high-cut panties that accentuate your legs, delicate bralettes that are more about aesthetics than practicality. He loves when the details like lace appliques or ribbon ties demand his attention. Anything he can tug, unravel, or ruin.

Let’s be real. Caleb is not a man who delicately undresses you. He’s been patient his entire life, watching, waiting, restraining himself. The moment you’re finally his? He’s not taking his time. “You knew what would happen when you put this on, didn’t you?” His voice is low, rough—before the sound of tearing lace fills the room.

If you ever wonder why pieces of your lingerie mysteriously disappear, don’t. Caleb takes them when you’re not looking, slipping them into his uniform pockets or luggage when he’s preparing for deployment. He’s possessive, obsessive, and when he’s away on fleet missions, he wants something of yours to keep with him. A delicate lace garter? A silk chemise you once wore to bed? He’ll tuck them away like trophies, running his fingers over them late at night, mind filled with thoughts of you.

He’s a man who gives gifts with purpose. He knows exactly what you want, and he knows what he wants. If he’s getting you that plushie you mentioned offhandedly, or the book you’ve been dying to read, you will find a carefully wrapped lingerie set alongside it. Every gift is a two-for-one deal—his way of spoiling you while satisfying his own desires. Tucked inside, there’s always a note with cheeky messages: "Making dinner tonight. But if you wear this, you'll be the dessert."

Caleb is the picture of patience in public. He knows what you’re wearing underneath your dress—he saw you put it on, watched every slow movement in the mirror. But he doesn’t let it show. Not a single twitch of his lips, not a single shift in his stance. He leans down, lips brushing your ear, his voice impossibly calm: “You’re going to regret this later.”

There is one thing that drives him past the point of no return— his clothes on you. Seeing you in his oversized shirt is one thing, but if he catches you lounging in his boxers? He’s done. His fingers dig into the waistband, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. “You must really like testing me, huh?” His breath is hot against your neck, his hands already tugging the waistband lower. Any plans you had for the day? Gone.

His Reaction:

When you step into the room, wearing something meant just for him, his expression darkens immediately. There’s a brief flicker of something feral in his purple eyes—desire, possessiveness, raw hunger. He doesn’t say a word at first, just stands there, his breath held. “You expect me to behave after this?” His patience is frayed, and it's clear he’s barely holding onto his composure.

Try to tease him, make him work for it and he’ll let you, for a moment. He enjoys the chase, the way you think you’re in control. But the moment he decides he’s had enough? You’re done for. One second, he’s watching you with quiet intensity, and the next, you’re beneath him, your wrists pinned, your breath stolen by the sheer force of his presence.

When he touches you, it’s as if he can’t get enough—his fingers move with purpose, reverence, but there’s an undeniable urgency. “You’re mine. Always.” And with that, his lips crash against yours, taking what’s his. There’s no gentle teasing here—this is pure, unfiltered desire. It’s clear there’s no going back now. You’ve pushed him past the point of no return. The soft, teasing lace may have been your choice—but now everything that happens from there is his.

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