⟡ Currently, I am only writing about Love and Deepspace
⟡ My works will have both an 18+ version that includes open-door smut and a -18 version that includes closed-door smut (if any at all). If not, this will be specified
⟡These will be specified at the top of the post.
⟡ Masterlist - Sorry, there aren't any yet!
⟡ Current WIPS
⟡ I'm happy to do requests if I have the time!
⟡ All I ask is that you keep them respectful, and not be disappointed if yours isn't the one I pick <3
Lady in the Stars | Caleb x Reader (possible non-mc)
⟡ Caleb has done everything in his power to see the girl who visited him from the stars again, yet it is still not enough. He doubts it will ever be. It's been years, and she still hasn't come back to his arms, where she belongs. How could he possibly move on, while still being haunted by the memories of her?
⟡ Currently sort of stuck on Scene 2
The Tides Are Made to Drown | Caleb (possible switch to Rafaeyel) x Reader (possible non-mc)
⟡ Blurb to be updated
⟡ Currently starting this over!!
"Angel" in the Sky | Caleb x Reader (possible non-mc)
⟡ Blurb to be updated
⟡ Haven't started yet - plan in motion
Well-oiled hearts | Caleb x Reader (possible non-mc)
⟡ BLURB BEING FIGURED OUT
⟡ Currently on scene 4!!
This is my official WIP page, so make sure to check in every once in a while to see updates!
Credits to: @ dividers-are-us for the key dividers.
I'm (almost) six months into writing LaDS fics & ficlets, and today i've made my 50th one! i can't believe i've made so many. thank you for your support <333
edit: i've changed "Untitled Drabble 1" to "Untitled Ficlet 1" b/c i forgot drabbles are only 100 words 😭 so sorry
This is one of my favorite writer’s on here!! You should check ‘em out if you ever get the chance. At this point, I’ve read everything they’ve done and have loved them all. Their drabbles are 1000% my favorite <3
Edit : happy 50th. Forgot to put that on, which was the whole point
Seeing as we have a re-run of Rafayel's myth, why not post a winter themed piece about him :P (yes I took ages to finish it :'( )
It's a horror story. Enjoy :)
The city doesn’t allow a bliss of winter wonderland to settle in the constant haste of life. It leaves no place for the gentle embrace of the snow over the landscape, a tight hug of safety and respite — it seems to always rush, to forget about the freedom and peace that the holiday season brings. It lost long ago the true meaning of magic hidden into the long nights and the shyness of morning sun.
It was so easy to long for the memories of days that were different.
Winter was supposed to be a laugh of joy while building a snowman on the side roads, toothy grins while coming back home soaked after making too many snow angels and a few lost snow fights.
Packing a bag with sweaters, thick socks and scarves that had no use in the urban hub, was simple, no brainer once the opportunity to escape the constant rat race for a few weeks presented itself. Exchanging the buzz of familiar space for a cottage on the verge of a lovely old village was a blessing — a gem hidden a few hours drive away.
The village green was filled with small stalls full of trinkets and hand made decorations, live music and smell of food filling the air — the festive season in full bloom, with a tall christmas tree decorated beautifully in the middle of it all. The buildings with gentle signs of time passing bloomed with winter that came, standing prideful and dreamlike while the streets, full of festive lights, greeted the visitors and the inhabitants with silent kindness. It was a true breath of freedom, shoulders relaxing with a smile growing the more the gleeful ambience settled.
A perfect escape. A peaceful wonderland waiting to be enjoyed.
The cottage might have been old but was kept in a perfect shape, with all the amenities that were needed for the long winter nights and the cold lazy days. Far from the other houses, but not too far to make it fully secluded. With the forest hugging the clearing it was on, and with the most stunning view of a large lake, with a pier just a short walk away, it was a perfect little escape from prying eyes.
The fireplace was ready to be lit, with wood in abundance on the side of the cabin. The inside smelled like smoke and forest with a note of the crisp air that snuck inside once the door was opened.
Settling into it took just a moment, placing the bits and bobs around the cabin was relaxing, therapeutic even as you opted in for some winter wonderland instrumental theme as your background noise.
The markets started early morning offering both warm food and echoing laughter of kids running around. It felt like a fairy tale, the lack of worries, the crackle of fire in the barrels near the tables occupied by people just enjoying the sun's rays like domestic flowers. Even against the chill that settled into the air it was pleasant. Your friends were walking ahead, already greedy for the souvenirs, following a path to the shop where the tour guide would tell you what attractions were incoming for the festivities planned ahead, where to go, what you can do around the town. Some of your friends joked that it was a trip to a true Hallmark movie set, a few more days and someone surely will be swept in a loving embrace of a local lumberjack or arborist. Yet another story of love blooming in the winter — such a silly thing.
-*-
The fire cracked, spreading the warmth into the cabin as the wind picked up outside. The trees groaning in the distance as you tucked yourself under a blanket, reading yet another page of a novel after a simple first day in the village, planning for the next days was more exhausting than you thought. The tea was long forgotten on the coffee table, the cushions, first just under your hips, were now supporting your arm, as the letters were becoming fuzzier with each passing moment. You finally decided to read fully laid down on your side, the story of an expedition to a long forgotten undersea ruin of a glorious city making your eyes droop, the anticipation of the next word losing a battle with comforting drowsiness and the lullaby from outside. Wind and the murmur of the trees setting a sleepy rhythm pulling you under.
The sound of your name whispered with reverence stirred your mind late at night, a quiet hum in a low and gentle voice, like leaping waves of an ocean long lost, of a place that now lived only in the saltiness of a breeze and the mud below your feet. It carried a promise of sweetness and the calmness your heart desired. Getting closer with each crack of burning fire, until you could swear you felt a huff of breath on your ear. Closer, and closer till there was more than just the breath, something loomed, unseen, unnerving…
You screamed, feeling a wet drop on your cheek, throwing your body away from the comfort of the blanket. The window slammed open making your heart race, looking around the room for anything out of the ordinary, an animal, a dripping ceiling, an intruder. The last thought was making your blood freeze — but there was nothing. Just the wind pushing through the open curtains and the dancing fire in the fireplace.
Looking at the void of the night, sweat clinging to the neck, you swore you heard a low murmur from the lake, then a sound of ice cracking, a reverb, high in pitch and low in bass. Something hard to describe, harder to explain in the midst of the dark night.
-*-
The village was lively in the morning, people offering workshops for decoration making, clay sculpting, knitting — the options were piling when your group was passing the streets, sweet breakfast on the go in hand. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air with warmth and just the right amount of bitterness to be a waking call. The day seemed to fly as your friends dragged you from one place to another.
“What about ice fishing?” you heard a friend asking excitedly your tour guide when they stopped for a moment of rest in your packed day.
You saw the pause, the silent moment no one else seemed to notice.
“The ice might not be stable enough, with all the temperature jumps, it’s better not to go near the lake, some animals are still hunting around it” they said as matter of fact as possible, your eyes locking with theirs. The smile seemed too stretched, never reaching their eyes, as they focused on the next question.
Maybe it was just your imagination, sleep didn’t grace you after the weird dream you had. The looming invisible presence was still vivid in your mind. A silly little stress induced nightmare caused by the calmness of the place you were — all bottled emotions flowing free.
It had to be it.
You ignored the uneasiness wanting to latch onto you. Shaking your head as if physical motion had a power to manifest the calmness and rebuttal of the unwanted feelings. You quickly agreed to some well earned dinner at an oldschool tavern style restaurant.
Warm food made you relax, the spices — extremely Christmas-like yet carrying a more exotic note — complimented the delicate meat of a local fish. It was a perfect pick me up for the evening, even a better treat for a worried soul — a taste of foreign place, with hot sand and tall buildings of marble stones, nestled into the current snow coated valleys.
Shimmering decorations of the christmas tree made you smile, glittering glass balls and long glass icicles reflecting the gentle lights from above. Moving with each bust of the cold air from the entrance and glittering like snake’s scales.
“All of them are home made decorations, don’t be shy, a lot of people take pictures with our tree! It’s the most beautiful in town” the waitress said in passing, catching your group eying the tree. You got pulled with laughter under the tree, a picture, two, three rotating with your friends, making sure everyone got a perfect shot to put on their feed. “The best holidays ever” would be the caption to put. You noticed too late the lack of a star on the top, something akin to a purple tail was crowning the tree instead.
Such a unique choice.
-*-
The snow was heavy that evening. Petals sticking to the window before melting when you were looking outside at the grey night sky filled with clouds. The dimmed grayness of it tinting the snow with the same sad and heavy hue. Something that should have been pure and white, maybe a little hurting to the eye, became muddy, even if the light from the window you were sitting at made the closest snow coat shine with the cold whiteness cracked by the gentle yellow light.
The ice glimmered in the distance, with each passing moment less and less, with each thick layer of snowy dust, with gusts of the wind you could see the glistening frozen water engulfed by a hurricane, it felt like you were in a glass ball and someone was shaking it every now and then, rising the layers of snow just so you can see the delicate shimmering beneath it.
It twinkled in patterns, alluring, hypnotizing, calling you to come closer. To touch the snow hanging in the air almost motionless — how cold yet delicate it felt melting on your fingertips. To step onto the steady mirror of the lake, and look down — how safe you felt seeing the void that awaits under.
You could get lost in the radiating blue of eyes tracing each curve of your body as it was a sculpture made by gods themselves. Unblinking, haunting, focused solemnly on your form. With a deep rumble of the ice, a song spilled all around, a whine, a wail, a sound that made your eyes unfocus. Gaze traveling from the luminescent blue of eyes to the dark blue lips, to the cheekbones adorned with scales, and ears with fins. Eerie, beautiful face in a halo of purple hair, distorted by the ice that was slowly, painfully so, cracking under your weight and the static power between the one waiting and yourself.
Its webbed hands pressing into the barrier with excitement and impatience. Closer, it needed you closer. Sharp teeth visible in a grin of uncontained joy of someone who found what they have lost ages ago. A precious part of life returning to the rightful owner.
There was so little human in its gaze.
Knees touching the cold surface send a shiver throughout your body. That’s what shook you up. Eyes wide, as you stared at the ice under your body — nothing under it, just the darkness of the underwater hollow.
-*-
It was hard to smile when you met up with your friends. To pretend that the few times you dared to doze off sleep didn’t take you back to the lake. To the calm waters of summer in the heat of a sun, to the spring waves as drizzle washed over your tired body, to autumn’s pourdowns and chilling wind swapping at your face. When you didn’t dream of the surface of a lake, you dreamt of blue eyes pulling you in. Of a cold embrace, strong hands on your waist as your body became weightless. The pain of escaping air greeted greadily with a kiss, a bite to your lips, that made you want to trash and escape, but the wail of a song made your mind go numb. “That’s where you belong, with me.” It seemed to say.
Your lips were numb, your eyes droopy from the tiredness that clung to you like a castaway would to a floating wood. Yet you forced a smile, joking that the snowfall kept you awake, admiring the beauty of the night — a drift off through the adventures from the book you read. The humorous scolding your friends gave fell on a deaf ears, as your mind focused on something in the woods.
Was there someone standing between the trees? Following the car with ease between the trunks of the shrubs as you were driving the short distance to the village center? The engine’s purr died in your ears, replaced by the thunder of your heart. Beat after beat, like the moment the tree blocking your view of the figure. Between the darkness of trees and light from the waking sun you saw the blue, shimmering — watching, following. Smiling.
Your head whipped around, looking at the back window where the woodland ended to give away the first houses and fences.
There was nothing.
Just the forest silently standing guard to the lake’s path.
Your smile was weak when you moved through the crowd of tourists, your friends chattering and stopping by the stalls to look for something to bring back home. It was just a play of shadow and light, just a silly little thing the brain does — just a shadow person, you were a victim of pareidolia — you tried to convince yourself.
The village was as lively as the previous days. New faces mingling with those that you saw before. The stalls were full of ornaments made from shiny sequins, glitter and every other sort of tackiness you could imagine. Drawing the groups of tourists like flames drew moths. There was merry chatter around, one that could have been contagious, the one that always filled you with the content and calm of a season. But now, looking at the people around, at the strangers passing by in joyful obliviousness, it all seemed distant, muffled with the invisible layer of wool between you and everything else.
The only thing keeping you up, and from shying away somewhere to the side, was a ripple of a sound, a distant call, guiding you to one of the many booths.
It was hard to stop the smile when you picked a small fish from the lump of everything else, it was simple, as glittery as any other small thing that was lined up meticulously on the table before, finally a souvenir you liked. With a few bigger scales that shone just the right color between blue and pink. Looking at the rustic stall, the recycling of natural resources used into making each and every of the small artistries, you could guess it was probably from a catch, something from the lake…
The old lady watching you carefully from the moment you arrived sent you an apologetic smile, or maybe it was one full of pity, mocking — it was hard to tell, hard with the lights shifting around in a dance of shadows and sounds. You didn’t know why, but she looked alien in her own way — eyes too big for the small face, adorned with similar “festive” decorations she was selling, shell ornaments in her hair.
“A gift” she said, voice smooth like velvet, waving her hand as to shush your protests and send you away.
-*-
The days bled into one another in a seemingly endless loop of repetition. You drifted to sleep with pressurized bass of a cracking ice — feeling it closer each day, crawling under your skin and making your bones vibrate from the illusional impact — and a distant song, a hum starting always with your name said with devotion; then came the nightmares of waves pulling you into the depth of darkness, of hands holding you back and pulling you deeper, as air slipped from your lungs in bubbles, then fizz, then nothingness; the morning came with sweat clinging to your forehead and few messages from friends dragging you to the town — a trip that you barely remembered at the end of it.
You mentioned it once or twice, a question, if maybe they heard the reverb coming from the lake nearby. Maybe they heard the melody carried from the frozen surface of the abyss. Met with confused looks and laughter as if you were creating a winter horror story just for the entertainment of your friends. And when you insisted, the possible explanations were the same you made yourself — wind, old cabin with bad insulation, imagination letting loose after a few too many “one more chapter”s from the book you were reading.
But it felt too real.
The shadows swaying between the trees in the forest, the shake of the window, making you aware that the noise was getting louder, sharper, more demanding of your attention.
You felt the chill after a hot shower, the draft that should not exist so close to the fireplace, the droplets of cold, freezing water traveling down your neck in the middle of the night when sleep decided not to grace you once again until dawn.
Every dinner was turning into a stare-down with the food on your plate, one fish dish after another making your stomach churn. You swore the fish, baked in its whole glory, was staring at you with its dead eyes. The taste of sea salt overpowering your senses, and tea that should calm you down tasted like seaweed and tears. One sip away from making your own fall down your cheeks.
There were shadows moving between the people on the streets, their faces distorting into grotesque shapes with muddy skin, and hollow eyes. Making you freeze in place, turning at any sharp inhale once you started moving again.
The tightness in your stomach eased only for a moment when a familiar voice of your friend broke through the deafening silence, blinking away the unshed tears. The only one of the group that kept an eye on you after you mentioned the weird noises. Seeing the shadows under your eyes and constantly reaching out and checking on you. Worry laced her face, but you saw no sign of her witnessing the same thing as you did. No phantoms circling through her vision, no sleepless nights with distant cries. One that looked unsure at the pats over the shoulder and laughter of your group that bravely proclaimed they wouldn’t mind staying an extra day.
You thought about packing and leaving, sat on your packed luggage for hours looking at the phone displaying the minutes passing by like a countdown — a silent metronome waiting to be stopped mid tracks between clicks announcing the end of the madness you found yourself in. But you couldn’t make yourself leave. Every time you tried dialling the number to your friend, to come pick you up and just go, the melody from outside was becoming gentler, calming, lulling you with delicate whispers of comfort and safety you so desperately needed. By morning you were tucked in your bed, your stuff in the exact spot it was before you threw them in your bag.
This night was longer, finally the festivities were in full swing, the restaurants fully booked with seats outside, the food stalls fully packed. The noise was sharp today, with singing and dancing and the smell of bonfire, food, and fir-tree mixing in the air pleasantly. It was like for the first time in a few days you could hear the commotion, feel the enjoyment, pushing back into your head the dread that will once again greet you back at the cottage. It even gave you a glimpse of hope. Soon you will be home, far away from all of this, back to the city, and you will forget this once and for all.
There was another sound growing louder above the hustle that caught your attention, a steaming cup of mulled wine frozen barely touching your lip.
A soft melody, a tune that waved through the air with grace, navigating around every other sound to engulf you with its sweet tone carrying a message just for your ears.
What a cute little pearl washed on the shore of mine,
What a cute little human knocked on my doors,
Don’t be shy, Come closer…
Your hand shook, wine spilling onto the snow, as the other sounds died around you.
Let me love you like the ocean,
Let me show you how deep the currents go,
Let me embrace you in the darkness of the sea,
Let me guide you to the bottom where you belong.
You held your breath, feet moving back, away from the sound that soon enough was coming from all around. It hung above repeating the sweet words of adoration, tempting you to give in, to follow its lead, to come home, to him, to it, to the water.
You sprinted, bumping into people, navigating the central square, running, somewhere, anywhere. Stopping only when your lungs started burning, aftertaste of salt coating your lips, and then a touch. Quick brush on your shoulder. Distinctive feeling of fingers, ignoring the layers of clothes you had, squeezing your arm with force and coldness. Enough for the freeze to seep into your bones, almost hurting, like someone wanted to pull on your bones.
You turned looking at the crowds passing the bustling streets. There was no one behind you, no one sparing you a glance that might’ve indicated a prank being pulled. The air puffed in white clouds, hanging near your face, a screen of condensated mist that whirled for a moment before being cut in half. Not blown away by a gust of wind, not traveling further up, just cut, making you back instinctively as your breath hitched. Someone cussed at the spilled wine, one of your friends dragging you finally to the side, as you became mute to the agitation of whoever you bumped into.
“Maybe you should take… a nap… You seem tired, are you sure the cottage is not having some weird drafts or something?” she smiled at you, a worried gesture, but there might have been something more underneath it. You weren’t sure. Heart beating too fast, tightness in throat overwhelming you to the point you couldn’t pay attention to anything but the place you stood a moment ago.
A timid nod later you were in the back of a car, the conversation just an indescribable noise without a topic — you weren’t even sure who was talking.
The cottage, welcoming you with the rustic charm at first, now seemed brooding, waiting to swallow you whole. Yet you shook your head when someone wanted to stay with you. Against all your best judgment you sent them away. The last thing, even now, you would want to become is a burden to your friends who deserve, as much as you, a proper break.
-*-
You spaced out, watching the fire dance, hoping it would chase the chill away. But the cold was hugging you in an embrace only a lover would. It was pressed to your back, sneaking around your waist, curling around your legs no matter how tight of a ball you curled yourself into.
The clock ticked so loud in the silence of the hut you wanted to smash it. It was too much, too close, too sharp. It was making your mind rush back to the song, replaying it in your mind over and over like a broken record. Slowly dimming the surroundings. The ticking, the gushing of the wind, the cracking of the fire.
Don’t be shy, Come closer…
Let me guide you to the bottom where you belong.
You didn’t notice when the door opened with full force, making the fire dim and shy away from the cold burst. You almost jumped at the slam that came with the closing of the door. Expecting… you didn’t know what you expected, but it for sure wasn’t your friend, shivering, lips blue, eyes bulging at the sight of you, like you were something that shouldn’t be here.
“We need to go!” she screamed pulling at your hand once she ran into the cabin. “Please, w-we need to. Quick, why are you still here? We need to find keys” her hold on your wrist was painful, a bruising grip of frozen rigid wet hands. The droplets tingled your skin, cold dissipating as soon as she let go of you in hectic search for something you didn’t quite catch. Too focused on the water on your skin. Making you… long for the feeling.
Broken glass and thrown things sounded like a distant memory when you heard the whisper again. Your name said with the tenderness of a wave, with the warmth of a summer breeze. Leading you slowly through the shards, step by step until your eyes focused on the sharp edge of a kitchen knife.
Don’t let her take you away
You belong to me, my little pearl
-*-
You stood before it.
Blood dripping on the white snow, scarlet footsteps behind you like a yellow brick road with no return.
You stood before the beauty and the horror, the haunting grays and blues turning into sickly pinks and purples, obsidian water fizzing behind it from the cracks in the ice. Its gaze focused on you with a spark of sinister affection.
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
thinking about how Caleb and Rafayel would be such a lethal duo when they like the same reader...yearning purple-eyed duo from hell
Since they're arguably the two most obsessive LIs, they'd have this connection in just how devoted they are to you. You'd think they would be jealous, but at the same time they realize just no one else executes their worship for you in a similarly insane way than them. It brings them together, really, in a way that sometimes even excludes you.
like they're plotting on you when you're upset. you're just moping on the couch after an argument with them, wanting to be left to your own devices, until you hear them whispering back and forth to each other-obviously about how to cheer you up.
You glance over. Rafayel is saying something, gesturing with his hands wildly. Caleb's back is to you, and he stands arms-crossed and murmurs something back lowly. You huff in annoyance.
"What are you two whispering about?" You demand, irritation growing as they only become silent instantly. "Hey! It's about me, isn't it?"
You turn around stubbornly as they don't reply. Do they think you're dumb or something?
You finally hear the shuffling of two pairs of feet.
"Cutie," Rafayel starts behind you- you can hear the pout on his lips, actually. "Are you still upset with us? We were just talking about ways to make you feel better."
"I think you're just a bit grumpy 'cause you're hungry, yeah?" Caleb smooths a palm over your forehead, smiling faintly. "I'll cook you something, honey, and Rafayel will even help-"
"No," you scoff, pushing away his hand roughly. Caleb frowns, before exchanging a look with Rafayel- it's like they're both communicating telepathically with a single glance, you think, feeling a rush of annoyance.
"What are you two planning?" You cry out again, practically in hysterics. "I know you two are plotting something."
Their faces are the perfect mirror images of innocence. They even respond at the same time. "Nope. We're not, pips" and a "Nah, cutie, we aren't."
You throw a pillow at them.
meanwhile they are both daydreaming about locking you away and keeping you to themselves...ohh yandere rafleb my fav
please heed all of the authors’ content warnings & check out their other amazing works too! show them some love; be kind!
⋆˙⟡𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗/ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥ᯓ ✈︎
banana bread by @blessdunrest
these arms by @calebsdog
i bloom with you by @deepspacenova
obsessions by @humanjarvis
turning with the season. by @lads-kitten
forget me not by @lowkeylaufeysons
handyman!Caleb by @lunarify
nebula by @mythblossoms
HIS HANDS, YOUR GRAVITY by @soursugarbomb
Let Me Do It by @thechaoticarchivist
⋆˙⟡ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜ᯓ ✈︎
fart war by @cherryscript
caleb shaves designs into your bush! by @luvinbloom
random caleb headcanons by @xaviersbunny
⋆˙⟡𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥ᯓ ✈︎
The Exit by @brailsthesmolgurl
the sickness you foster, your favorite addictions by @icarusignite (mdni, series)
echo -> caleb by @mythblossoms (mdni)
you're the only friend I need by @starryeyed-knight
love me not! by @thewrldx (mdni)
⋆˙⟡𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥ᯓ ✈︎
The colonel's uniform by @asiatic-apple (mdni)
denim miniskirt by @chaacoonnee (mdni)
RENT PAID IN PANTIES by @cherryscript (mdni)
breaking the internet by @damianalily (mdni)
caleb is not a cuck! by @fricks (mdni)
Camboy!Caleb series by @heartyluv (mdni)
caleb using your vibrator on you by @lilacgrayskies (mdni)
at your service by @lunarify (mdni)
boots by @lunarify (mdni)
caleb makes you cum untouched while finger fucking your mouth by @luvinbloom (mdni)
untitled by @lvl1l1 (mdni)
Yeah, I Said It by @plutotheplum (mdni)
Show Him by @sweetcalebb (mdni)
EXTRA 1 - camboy!Caleb by @wetforsylus (mdni)
⋆˙⟡𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕔ᯓ ✈︎
I GOT DAT DUMB D' by @cherryscript (mdni)
back to you by @cityselcouth (series ongoing)
beneath the moon by @fiendsgf (mdni)
it's complicated... by @heartyluv (smau)
Love and Dispatch by @heartyluv (mdni)
punishing caleb for beating you in kitty cards by @sweetcalebb (suggestive)
ginny's note: y'all i tried my best to get a wide range of fics/authors that i love + was recommended to include on the list, but with that said if i missed any or you want me to add a fic, pls lemme know!! this list is meant to grow/evolve :D
**update 3/20/26** ty to the amazing @thewrldx for the fic recs!! i love and appreciate you so much🫂💕
