Hi! I love your writing and would like to request Caleb and princess treatment please 💝
caleb and his princess treatment
pairings: bf!caleb/husband!caleb x fem!reader
warnings: suggestive, slight hinting of jealousy?, mentions of pregnancy
a/n: you’re very sweet, thank you for the request!! i hope it’s to your liking <3
As far back as you could remember, Caleb had always treated you with the utmost care, tending to your needs in any way he could.
During your secondary school years, Caleb decided he would make not only his own lunch, but yours too. You’d always been a picky eater and he couldn’t trust you to feed yourself if the cafeteria didn’t have enough foods that interested you. After finally moving in together as a couple— he picked up the old habit and began making your lunches for work too.
Growing up, you and Caleb often took the public transportation to and from school or town. On extra crowded days when you could only find one empty seat he’d always give it to you.
He had always been the looming overprotective presence in your life, like the time he told the entirety of the school basketball team that you were “off limits.”
And of course he picks you up from the Association in his sports car, leaning against the sleek vehicle with a cheesy grin and deep dimples, aviator shades perched on his nose. “Well hello girlfriend..” which later became his personal favorite, “Hello wife..” Followed by wrapping a lengthy arm around your waist the other around your shoulders, kissing your flushed face.
Insists on carrying you if your feet hurt, you’re sleepy, or it’s even remotely inconvenient for you to walk. Bonus: bridal style all the time.
He talks about you like you’re his entire world (because you are)—casually, without shame. “Yeah, my girlfriend made this.” “MC said that once, it stuck with me.” “She’s smarter than me, actually.”
You try to help him clean up or fix something? He gently turns you around, plants you on the nearest seat, and kisses your forehead. “Let me take care of it, baby.” “Nuh-uh Pips, just sit here and look pretty for me, yeah?”
One of his love languages has always been acts of service— taking note of every little detail of your daily routines so he can find a way to make them easier for you without question.
His clothes? Pfft no, they’re our clothes. Whatever he owns he considers yours as well, emphasis on the clothing. He even buys things for himself based on how he pictures you in them eventually..
As cringey as it sounds, this man will hand feed you like a baby. Whether you’re working overtime from home or gaming he’s making sure you’re getting your meals.
Studying or working together proved to be challenging when he couldn’t tear his eyes off your figure or halt his lingering touches of affection which proved to be quite the distraction.
You're not just loved—you’re revered. He never lets you forget how special you are to him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Let me prove it every day."
For some blissfully, wonderful, unknown reason, this man is always on his knees before you, for you. Whether it’s to tie your shoelaces or to praise his most favorite, sacred part of your- (whaaaatt ?? who said that ??)
You send ONE moderately risqué photo his way and he’s blowing up your phone like the dozens of ships he explodes with the fleet.
You knew him to be protective and caring before but when you’re expecting his first child it’s a different story. He spends the whole first month of your first trimester researching beneficial recipes for expecting mothers and their babies. “I’ll set aside time to meal prep each meal for you daily, it’ll be great Pips.”
When your newborn arrives, Caleb insists on waking up with you for each and every night shift of feedings and diaper changes. The dark circles under your eyes tug at his heart strings as he urges you back to bed as soon as you’re done with the baby. “My little copilot wants to be around mommy all the time too, hm?” He rocks your newborn back to sleep with a yawn of his own.
Gaming at his desk while you're dozing in and out of sleep from the couch he can't help but check on you, even if it's mid match. “You good, baby? Need anything? Water? Snack? A nap on me instead of the couch?” He's just glad to have you near and willing to do anything to keep you close.
He's always carrying your things for you, literally everything. When the two of you would walk home from school your backpack was always slung over his shoulder, it didn't matter that he had his own backpack and his basketball bag. That quickly became the norm for everything, shopping bags, leftovers from the hotpot place, your luggage when visiting him in Skyhaven.. The list goes on, you weren't allowed to carry anything on his watch. It was no use protesting anymore, you'd just be met with a dimpled smirk and kiss to your cheek.
Don't even try to leave or go to sleep without giving him his last kiss of the day. "EXCUSE ME. Where do you think you're going without my goodbye kiss?" He'd steal a few extra and say it was just for safety precautions.
He loves complimenting you all day, everyday. He loves the reactions you give him, would do just about anything for them.
“Pips who’s that?” You tilt your head towards him without taking your eyes off the screen as you keep healing your team.
“Hm? Which one? My character is Luna Snow if that’s who you’re asking about!”
“No no that one with the picture and the one who keeps sitting next to you.”
You squint at the screen you smile.
“Oh! That’s Iron Fist! His picture is there because I’m healing him extra, and he’s being nice so he keeps staying around me.”
Caleb hums and hugs your waist, bringing himself closer to you. You keep playing, paying him no mind and pocket healing this Iron Fist. Caleb pouts, and watches the Iron Fist.
“Why does he not have a shirt on… what kind of game is this..”
You snort and smile at Caleb, “It’s a skin, you can buy a lot of different ones in the store. I like it, it’s a new one.”
Caleb’s grip around your waist tightens, and he sits up.
“Why are your characters talking to each other?? Are they flirting??” Those questions earn a laugh out of you, and making you lean on him as you play.
“Calebbb, are you jealous? It’s just a game! Someone is just playing the character, and the characters are a really good pair! Plussss if you started playing this game, I could help you out! I could be your pocket healer!!”
Caleb hums again tighting his grip on your waist and already mentally planning to buy a pc for gaming. As the game finishes you exit to your main screen, to show Iron Fist on your screen. In his new shirtless boxing skin, Caleb sits up mouth agape.
“Pipsqueak!! Hmm, is this what you like?? I can box wayyy better than him!!” Caleb frantically says and sets your controller aside. He stands and sits in front of you hugging you.
“My abs are way better than his… I can dress like that too pips!!”
You just laugh at his response and hold his face, peppering kisses over his jealous pouting face.
LADS MASTERLIST
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The most fictional part of this story is an iron fist being nice and peeling.
