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.