؛ ଓ don't think i'd write any nsfw, at most my work will be suggestive, but for the most part it'll be fluff and sfw
؛ ଓ my faves of the lis are caleb, sylus, and xavier (◜ᴗ◝) i unfortunately don't know zayne or rafayel that well, not sure if i'd be comfortable writing super in depth fics on them only because i don't know their personalities that well </3 hopefully with time and me playing lads ltr everyday i can learn their personalities and lore better
you want to leave again? just know that when you come back, he’ll be waiting to break you down to such vulnerability that you won’t have anywhere else to go but back to him. and you’d always come back like he hoped.
oh this was DELICIOUS
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summary: jealous, possessive xavier short story [festival edition !]
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xavier had originally suggested you two go to this festival because he had heard from lily how fun it was when she went last year. the amount of activities and fun games they had which were paired with trendy gifts that were always sought after in winning. the delicious food stalls that lined up and down the festival grounds. the booths specifically targeted for couples.
of course xavier wanted to take his boyfriend out to such a fun event. even if he was more so a homebody, if he could make more memories with you and make you happy, then he doesn’t need much more convincing in going outside.
what xavier forgot to realize is that when you two go anywhere outside of the safety of your shared apartment, you are now his to share. he has to share your attention, time, and sweet personality with others, anyone that speaks to you. even people who may not know you, but think you have a kind enough face to start a conversation with while waiting in line for a sweet treat.
which was happening right now.
the two girls that were dressed in beautiful red garments, complimented with intricate hairstyles and simple, but flattering makeup. xavier’s eyes squinted in slight envy as he saw how objectively beautiful these two women were. one of which has not stopped talking to you the entire time you four have been waiting in the line — which was moving excruciatingly slow.
the other woman had tried talking to xavier, but he answered in disinterested one worded answers while keeping his eyes mainly trained on you.
“oh, that’s a beautiful bracelet,” the woman speaking to you ooh-ed, gently gracing her hands over the metal that adorned your wrist. you lifted your arm up, smiling softly as the light hit it so naturally.
“yes, xavier gave it to me as a gift,” the silver haired man grins in pride at being mentioned by name to her, slightly puffing his chest out unintentionally. he presses his side closer to yours, pulling his sleeve back to show the bracelet that was on his wrist as well. an undeniable matching pair.
that should be enough to get her to back off.
but no, apparently, she thought it nothing but a cute piece of jewelry you both were interested in. xavier grit his teeth, eyes glaring at the bracelet on your wrist as he goes on a tangent (in his mind) about how the bracelets are symbols of your permanent attachment to one another, how you two are the only ones for each other for the rest of your life. you and him, interlinked forever.
and she just thought it was a friendly gesture? how much more obvious can xavier make it that you were his beloved and he yours?
does he have to declare it in front of her? because he will if that’s what it takes.
his hands grips onto yours, tightly squeezing you in place by his side as he speaks through gritted teeth, “i gifted it to [name].” he says simply, not quite conveying his true thoughts properly to the two women.
“you’re so confident in showing off your wealth! i bet these two were expensive! did you get a good deal on them, that’s why you bought two?” the woman that was trying to sway xavier’s attention tried reaching for the bangle, but he quickly pulls away and places that hand on top of yours. your hand is now sandwiched in between two of his.
“i bought two for us,” he states, thinking his intentions behind his words are as clear as day. but, his judgement is slightly askew as they keep interpretting it as friendly gestures. and he can tell by the way they kindly smile at him, “as a couple.” he finally adds, pressing towards your body.
the entire time you were simply watching him with a gentle, patient smile.
”yeah, he’s really sweet in gift giving! even if i tell him not to, he keeps surprising me,” you lift your hand up and gently kiss his knuckles, unknowingly quelling his jealousy and envy to be so minimal he barely even feels it affect his emotion anymore.
meanwhile, the two girls in front of you blink in confusion, wondering if they had heard you correctly.
“he’s my boyfriend.”
xavier’s tone is finite and harsh, wanting nothing more but to see the look of realization cross their faces. he continues on, in a voice that sounds even more harsh, “we’re dating. if you didn’t know.”
“xavier, i think-”
“i bought him these bracelets because we are going to be together forever,” he continues on, now babbling at this point because the girls seem to understand the message clear enough, “i’m going to make him my husband-”
“okay! that’s enough!” you cut him off, making the girls finally snap out of their shocked silence. they nod politely at you two, throwing you a sheepish grin as they scurry off, leaving their spot in line completely empty.
“did they even want the food or were they just standing here to flirt with you?” xavier huffs ina grumpy tone, leaning his cheek onto your shoulder. his eyebrows are bunched together as he can’t help but ground himself to you. body weight growing more heavy on your, grip on your hands tightening. he’s doing his best to force you to pay attention to him.
“there was no need to be snippy with them,” you weakly defend, but it only earns you a glare.
“why are you defending them? you don’t even know them.”
“i was just-”
“why do you suddenly care about them? don’t tell me i need to go there and make it even more clear that you’re mine. i thought i was plenty clear already — or was i not clear enough with you?” his attitude is familiar now. the grumpy, snapping one he uses on you when he gets extra jealous, even more upset when you try rationalize a situation.
he’s so upset that he’s about to go on another tangent, but you cut him off with a kiss before he can start. a kiss that starts gentle, a pressing of your lips against his pouty ones. before you deepen it, tilting your head against his to gain the upper hand and control. he doesn’t give in immediately, frustrated with your tactics in distracting him. but when he feels your hand trail up his chest, linger on his collarbone, then hover over the back of his neck before gripping the roots of his hair, he can’t help but give in.
he melts into your touch and body, arms anchoring to your waist and steadying himself there to prevent himself from his knees completely giving out. when you pull away from the intense kiss, he realizes that you had just kissed him in front of everyone. all the people walking by know you’re his. the people standing behind you two in line know. the vendors on the street know.
and that’s enough to send an aggressive blush to his cheeks. his ears go red in an instant and he’s coughing behind his hand, which hopes to hide his face, but you already have seen his red cheeks.
“uhm,” it’s an awkward sound that escapes him and he almost curses at the embarrassing moment, but you smile at him — as if his expression is cute to you (which it is).
“i’m only yours, xavi,” you coo, ruffling his hair and bumping your shoulder against his. “don’t worry about others when we’re here together,”
you knew just what to say to calm his angsty nerves down. it doesn’t mean it goes away completely, though. he’ll always have the tiny (sometimes annoyingly large) part of him that gets jealous over the littlest things, but these remedies you give him temporarily distract his mind from overthinking.
”c’mon, let me win you a couple of plushies,” you invite him, also getting out of the line for food and now lookingf or vendors with cute animals that you know your boyfriend would like.
“only if i get to win you some in return as well,” he murmurs shyly, looking down as if this is your first date when the reality is that you’ve been dating for years already.
“oh, you’re adorable, baby,” you tease, knowing his atrocious luck with the claw machines he usually goes to at the arcade.
“i’ll get you something this time! something really special, to remember today,” he says in determination, eyebrows furrowed together as he tries finding a machine that looks easiest to maneuver.
you casually kiss his temple, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth, “don’t make promises you can’t keep, xavier,”
“i’ll win one! i will!” he argues back, looking adorable as he jokingly glares at you. another kiss to his temple.
“mhm, bun, i believe you.”
he blushes at the pet name. he’s so lucky to have you be so patient with him. everyday you spend together is another day he ends up thanking fate for sending you to him. there’s no one else he could imagine getting so childishly jealous and protective over if not you.
and you’re the perfect match for him because you never get tired of his behavior. quick to finding the solution, like right now, is something that xavier doesn’t take for granted.
and as you two walk hand in hand down the street of vendors, your bracelets clinking and clanging against one another’s, it’s a clear sign to everyone around you that you and your silly, jealous bunny are in this together. for life.
GOT BABYS BDAY CARD FINALLY (had to spend 20+ pulling for it) (n im was genuinely abt to lose hope since my next guaranteed five star was like forty pulls) (but then he came home in my last single pulls)
Moreee barely coherent Caleb bicep thoughtsss. Can you imagine giving him a shirt with sleeves that just a bit too tight? How the poor fabric would barely hold on as he reaches for something near or above your head? Ororor tying a ribbon on it? And watching as it snaps with a flex? Or watching as he does bicep curls at the gym while you are dying on an ab workout?
you thought you were slick giving caleb a shirt that was only one size down from his usual size. also one that was more so created to be fitted rather than the more loose clothing he's used to wearing. you thought it wasn't noticeable, but caleb recognized your not so secret efforts. but of course he doesn't say anything, only smiles, kisses you as a thanks and promises to wear it next time you two go out.
and when he finally does get to wear it, you're latched onto him as if your life depends on it. he offers you his entire arm to hold rather than just his hand because he picked up how much clingier you were being, smirking when he felt your hand squeeze his bicep every now and then.
his back and shoulders looked even broader against the tight fabric, his biceps were practically ripping the seams, and his hard stomach could be seen outlining the fabric. sure, it was a bit uncomfortable for him to feel such tightness against his skin, but he'd do anything for you. plus, he really liked having you hang off of his arm like this, making it known that your boyfriend was yours and yours alone.
taunts and teases you a bit when you do go out shopping though. purposely pressing his body to yours, positioning you in front of him and him pressed against your back.
"you like this one, pretty boy?" he'll hum, knowing damn well you weren't looking at the shirt on the shelf in front of you, but rather his biceps that were on either side of your head, "focus, baby, we came here to pick out some clothes for you,"
he knocks your back with his chest, lightly pushing you forward before asking the question again.
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caleb in the gym was a deadly force to be reckoned with. he's just so strong. and he looks so big, no matter if he's wearing a hoodie or a tight tank top, he looks like a mountain of muscle ready to out lift anyone else in the gym.
you two weren't together, you working on a completely different muscle group than him. but he made sure you were still in his line of vision or that he could see you in the mirror. he claimed it was so he could keep an eye on you, his "very attractive boyfriend that everyone always tries stealing from him." but you never disobeyed, keeping close.
as you were decline sit ups, everyime you'd come up from your laying down position, you'd see caleb working his arms. you were breathless at the sight of him easily lifting your body weight and then some in his reps. but you tried snapping out of it, trying to focus on the task at hand and to remind yourself you weren't here to just oggle at your boyfriend.
but caleb never made it easy to focus when he was nearby.
he checked in on you after you finished your decline sit ups, biceps and arms completely pumped from his workout.
"how's my handsome boyfriend doing? feeling the pain yet?" he teases, resting his hands on his hips as he tilts his head down to look into your eyes, "you're sweating a lot and really red in the face, handsome,"
"shut up with your flattery," you roll your eyes, taking a short sip of water.
"you like my flattery," he ruffles your hair, smirk widening when he sees your eyes immediately zone in on his bicep, "c'mon, take a poke they're super hard right now,"
you smack his arm away, but he only laughs in response.
"i know you want to, babe," he says in a sing song voice, but you don't acknowledge him as you walk off. "a good squeeze. c'mon! i need the encouragement to keep going or else i might give up. and you don't want me to give up, or else your favorite pillows might vanish! hey, babe, don't ignore me!"
and the whole gym watches as a muscular, beefy, puppy like man follows you around the gym waiting for you to acknowledge him and his hardwork, in the form of pumped up biceps.
Like doing that one pose of him squeezing ur face w big bicep 🤤🤤
Or… doing that trend where you hang of his bicep/ him carrying you on his shoulders while flexing his arms 😩😩
I THINK MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS BY THE WAY LIKE ALL THE TIME
ALL
THE
TIME
in my PERSONAL (factual) opinion (scientifically proven) , no matter how tall u are or anything regarding physical appearance caleb can so very easily lift you. hes just the strong. and hes not afraid to show it off to you or anyone else. hence why he always teasingly lifts you off of your feet whenever he wants to see you flustered and laughing.
on THAT FIRST NOTE YOU MADE loves whenever you post pics of him and his biceps on your own social media. will obey in posing however you want him too as well. you want him to lightly put you in a chokehold for a cute couple pic? he will do it with a smirk on his face. also just loves possessively wrapping his arm around your front instead of your waist, sometimes. he'll wrap his heavy MUSCULAR arm around your front, bicep resting on your shoulder as his forearm rests on your chest. it has to be his favorite thing - to see and feel your entire body weight against his as he holds you as close as humanly possible. the perfect, completely indestructible cage being his arm around you to prevent you from leaving
wants you to bite his bicpe whenever he gives you the chance to - he doesnt care if its in public BITE HIM and he will grin happily like a dog given his favorite treat
what if i just put stickers on them... lowkey. 😭 or like if he gets small injuries on his biceps (or anywhere bc lets be fair i'd do this everywhere on him too AHEM), just giving his little cuts or bruises little smooches before putting cute bandaids on them
im gonna bite into this man like a brick ong bro
IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE SPEAKING YOUR BICEP CALEB TRUTH this is the content i yearn for
he definitely has the habit of going to you for the "kisses to make me feel better please" because if it gets him a couple of smooches from you without argument, of course he's gonna take advantage of that, duh!!!!!
for when he's actually injured and not exaggerating it just for your attention and kisses, he has no problem with you littering him in your cuter bandaids. for example, he tried picking up the neighborhood cat one time (to take a selfie with - to send to you...loverboy king over here) and was instead half mauled within an inch of his life (three scratches that healed in the coming week).
he went to you immediately, pouted and flashed his puppy dog eyes at you. of course, you take care of your sweet boyfriend and take him into the bathroom where you have your bandids stash. there are a lot of different designs, but he chooses the pochacco ones since he knows how you think him and the character are similiar. it makes your eyes light up, which is exactly what he was waiting for.
you disinfect the light scratches, place a gentle kiss on each one, before slapping the bandaid on with a grin on your face. he looks in the mirror at them, flexing his bicep and laughing with you when he sees how funny they look on him. cute, childish, cartoon character bandaids on him - a 6'2, muscular man. as long as he has them on, he will be wearing sleeveless shirts around you so that you can admire your handiwork.
he loves whenever you put stickers on him as well. he thinks its such a funny sight to see glittery blue stickers on his skin, sometimes even pressing them securely onto his skin if he feels them lose their adhesiveness. it makes you happy so he wants them to stay around for as long as possible.
when he discovers the concept of temporary tattoos, you and him sit down and order your faves and when they finally arrive, spend the entire day applying them onto the perfect spots on his bicep.
he just loves how happy these little things make you.
will not even think twice in saying yes if you request to take pictures of your handiwork as well. encourages you to show it to your friends or even post it, wanting everyone to see how he indulges in your little quirks that no one else can fulfill for you
on a random ass monday, your story highlight is caleb's stickered full (pochacco most repeated character on him!) bicep has you in a light chokehold with your satisfied, smiling face squished in between his muscle. he begs you to make it your profile picture because he loves the photo just as much as you do
BICEP CALEB WILLING TO FULFILL ALL HIS BOYFRIENDS' DESIRES OF PUTTING STICKERS ON HIS BICEP. HE WILL ALWAYS SAY YES. THIS IST HE TRUTH.
I know it's amazing to use his bicep as a pillow as you two cuddle to sleep. And even if Caleb can't feel his arm anymore, as long as you're comfortable with his touch and being in his arms, he couldn't care less about a little tingling in his arms.
oh yes, he'd definitely sacrifice his own comfort for your own. he just loves your warmth, your skin against his skin. so it really doesn't matter that he may go a bit numb in his fingertips during your midday nap, if you're pressed against him and your cofmortable, that's all he could ask for.
he loves seeing the way your cheek squishes against his muscle, resisting the urge to move your head with the flex of it since he thinks it'd look so cute. but knowing it would probably wake you up, he chooses to remain still.
his biceps are the best pillows, YESYESYESYES i wish to go to there. they're so soft, but firm it's quite literally the best pillow to sleep on and your preferred one, if not his chest ( :3 ).
when you two get ready for bed, he's already waiting with his arms open. he's laying on his side, assuming you two are going to follow your regular big spoon-little spoon positions, as he has his arm splayed out on the mattress. his arms are waiting for you.
he'd shoot you a boyish grin and motion for you to hurry and once you're in his arms, he's caging you in. his other arm wraps around your stomach as his bicep/your pillow arm very quickly ruffles your hair before dropping to curl against your chest.
he's taking complete advantage of your little spoon position and absolutely suffocating you in his tight grip.
he loves you resting in his arms, on his bicep, as much as you do - and this is the truth.
OK you ask for thoughts about Caleb's biceps you will receive (mine are kind of self indulgent eep but also Disclaimer while it's about chokes/chokeholds, this has nothing to do with actual or kinky choking)
So in jiu-jitsu, there's a chokehold called the triangle choke that when done properly, has the person you're choking's head pretty much in the crook of your arm, your bicep and forearm on either side of the neck, and you use that hand to hold the bicep of your other arm behind their head, while your opposite hand pushes the person's head into the choke rather than squeeze your arm (it cuts blood flow rather than crushes the windpipe) and if you don't push their head, you can just sit like that and it isn't uncomfortable for the person being choked.
So thought: learning that choke, and practicing it on Caleb for fun (bonus points if he asks you to show it to him when he learns you know how to do it) and getting him into the choke, very gently pushing his head and letting go, not wanting to hurt him (lots of jiujitsu chokes can render someone unconscious really fast if you do it hard enough so it's always good to be careful!) But then he spins around and pulls you in front of him and mimics what you did and is all "so like this, yeah?"
Because not only would he have to be pretty much pressed up against you to get the position right, but one of his biceps is against your neck, right against your pulse, and the other is pretty much on your shoulder, and he's talking right into your ear with how close he is. Ugh.
(More bonus points if he realizes you Like it and starts randomly yanking you into a triangle choke just to hold you there to tease bc he so would if he knew you liked it OKBYE)
OH MY GOD
BEING PRESSED UP AGAINST CALEB WITH HIS BICEPS SURROUNDING MY HEAD????? HARDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSS
i can imagine, you do the move on him once (ONCE) and he already knows how to carefully and safely execute it, after the ONE demonstration of it. he also is hyper aware of the strength difference between you two so best believe caleb is acting in full confidence, but also cautious to not hurt you.
your safety above all (i'd put the nodding head emoji here, but im on my desktop...)
but when he notices how breathless you get after he pulls the move on you he wonders if maybe he went to aggressive, but then he just sees how flustered and red you are; going to tease you about it.
his biceps were so warm and they were seriously surrounding you right now. didn't help that his hard, muscular chest was pressing against your back as well. you were just fully surrounded by caleb and his very toned muscles that he knows you absolutely love.
it boosts his ego and makes him very proud to be able to stun you into silence just by simply existing with his physique.
on a random day, when you forget completely that you had showed him the move, he pulls it out of nowhere on you. you're standing on opposite sides of the kitchen and he sneaks up on you as quiet as a cat, carefully slotting you right into his biceps.
"think fast," he teases, guiding you to lean into his figure as he carefully holds you. "slow reflexes, hon," he goads you into breaking out of his hold, smirking in triumph even if you do manage to break free.
"i should do that more often, look how red you are,"
"shut up, asshole,"
"c'mere," and he's kissing you so softly it makes you weak in the knees, melting into his figure when his strong arms wrap around you. he squeezes his hold around your waist, his biceps ever so slightly hardening against your body. "love you, thanks for showing me that...i'll use it more often now,"
his smirk is mischevious and you can only muster a weak roll of your eyes at his behavior. typical caleb, doing teh absolute most just to fluster you and exploiting your weaknesses (his biceps)
Bicep Caleb thoughttssss. Just drawing on his bicep with an eraserable marker, like every vein, every muscle. Making like a map or those schemes of cuts of beef. And then biting the biggest pie, leaving your teeth prints like a feral creature
finally getting to reply to all of my caleb bicep thoughts you guys sent yipppeee (three total...since everyone else was fake af. whoever sent one you are now my favorites)
omg he would sooooo let you doodle anywhere on his skin, but his favorites would be on his stomach or his arms. his stomach because hejust loves the skin to skin contact so much, plus he's very confident in his abs and loves to just feel you on them. and his arms because everyone can then see them and he gets to talk about your and your cute quirks of drawing on him.
it encourages him to wear his eleeveless shirts more, which....who is gonna complain about that?
when he sees you start charting out his muscles he can't help but smile at your ridiculously serious expression as you do so. he thinks its adorable. when you do go to bite him, he exaggerates his pain, whimpering and whining about, "ow! are you trying to eat me, babe?"
but then he spins it around and tells you to kiss it better, smirking the entire time as he presses you against his chest as you cuddle. you jokingly bite him back as response and he only smiles, enjoying the view of your teeth marks embedded into his skin.
he nudges your lips with his now marked up (both from your teeth and the marker) arm and goads you into keep biting. or kissing his muscle. whichever you prefer.
he just loves seeing you so satisified with something he can give to you, so easily as well. he won't ever complain if you doodle on his arms or even bite them. he'll encourage it even.
he's just happy to be there and be the center of your attention for however long you wish to doodle on him.
can you guys send me bicep caleb thougbts. please. im begging. someone fuel this insane NEED for me i love caleb and his BIG BICEPS
send me bicep caleb thoughts guys um genuinely begging literally anything
here ill go first
if caleb knows that you love his biceps, he'll start flexing them on purpose around you even if he doesnt need them flexed for whatever hes doing. hes stretching his arms? biceps are bulging and the first thing you see (then his vline because his shirt lifts up). hes holding his phone and cuddling with you on the couch? he flexes his bicep hard underneath your cheek and sometimes even sporadically flexes them to make your head move with his muscle. pointing something out to you? his bicep is right by your head and looks sooooo bitable, hes basically goading you into your sinking your teeth in them (he loves when you do that)
OK NOW YOUR TURN GUYS HURRY SEND THEM NOW OR OROROROROR I DISAPPEAR FORA MOMTH AAGAIN (im not serious abt disappearing but i am serious abt u sending me ur bicep caleb thoughts 🫵🏼)
