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i'm glad we all agree caleb would call mc's pussy "she" as if they're two separate people. that's it.
Current Brainrot: PDA VS. Boyfriend Caleb!
Author's Note: I was feeling soft and mushy today instead of lewd and smutty—so you’re getting clingy, lovesick Caleb. I promise the debauchery will return, but for now? Enjoy the fluff. (Artist & Original Post)
not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and I'll fix it!
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Caleb does not give a fuck about PDA. Not even a little. In fact, he seems personally offended by the idea of not touching you at all times, like physical contact is the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth. (Ironic for someone who has a gravity manipulation evol, I know.)
You're the PDA couple in line for amusement park rides. The ones people pretend not to stare at while Caleb leans over you with his chin on your head, swaying side to side like you’re his favorite song. His hands are somewhere on you: around your waist, in your back pockets, or just flat on your stomach like he’s claiming territory.
At the grocery store? You’re trying to compare pasta sauces and he’s behind you, arms looped around your hips like you're the most fascinating shelf in the store. You shift a step to the left; he shuffles with you like you’re in a three-legged race. A lady clears her throat behind you in the aisle and Caleb, unbothered, just kisses the back of your neck and asks if you want the spicy marinara.
Friends have stopped commenting. You sit on Caleb’s lap like it’s your assigned seat. He hooks his chin over your shoulder during game nights, one hand playing with your fingers under the table while the other deals cards like nothing’s out of the ordinary.
He once tried to hold your hand during a dentist appointment.
“You don’t even have any cavities,” you hissed.
“I missed you,” he said, two feet away.
You’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it anymore. It’s second nature to him, an unconscious act. Caleb waited so long for you. There’s no going back. You’re doomed.
His gym routine has become a team sport. Caleb loves—loves—when you sit on his back while he does pushups. He’ll drop to the floor, slap the space between his shoulder blades, and go, “C’mon, Pips, get on. I need motivation.” You try to be serious about it, but he starts grinning the second you're up there like it’s the best part of his workout. And God help you if you cheer him on; he’ll do twice as many, just to impress you.
Doomed to forehead kisses in traffic. Doomed to shared straws and linked pinkies while you walk. Doomed to being the human equivalent of a teddy bear he refuses to put down.
And honestly?
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
thinking about gamer!caleb
gamer caleb whose skilled fingers glide smoothly over the keyboard, controlling his character with pinpoint precision, and has proven those skills on you in more ways than one, leaving you breathless.
gamer caleb who struggles to stay silent while gaming with friends on his PC, your lips wrapped around him under the desk, sucking him off with slow, deliberate precision.
gamer caleb who lets out a soft whimper, quickly covering it with a cough for damage control. His friends ask, “you okay, bro?” He forces a grin, “yeah, I’m… great!” but chokes when you take him deeper, tongue swirling over the slit of his cockhead. “You’re playing like shit, dude!” his friends laugh, while chat asks if he’s under the weather.
gamer caleb whose viewers simp over his hands. “Nice hands, you say?” He holds them up to the camera, smirking mischievously, recalling how they gripped your throat while pounding you into his bed last night.
gamer caleb who’s careful to keep your relationship private, but one day, after he spends 6-7 hours gaming, you crash his stream, craving his attention.
gamer caleb whose live chat explodes at your appearance, flooding with questions that nearly crash the stream. He’s not mad, just surprised, and smirks, “hello chat, meet my pipsqueak girlfriend.”
gamer caleb whose chat fills with thirsty messages from girls. You roll your eyes, kissing his cheek while smirking at the camera, your silent message clear: you’ll never be me.
gamer caleb who plays with you on his lap, all dressed up pretty, his fingers running through your hair. He controls the mouse with one hand while the other massages your waist and hips.
gamer caleb whose hand slips between your thighs, groping the soft flesh possessively. “You guys want me to touch her? Sorry, wrong stream! Visit other websites!” he chuckles, shaking his head, though he’s fighting the urge to snap his hips up, your gummy walls sucking his dick in so deliciously.
gamer caleb who can’t tell his viewers you’re cockwarming him during the stream, so he shifts slightly in his seat, the bulbous head of his cock grinding against your cervix. “Yeah? I love my girlfriend :3,” he says, voice strained but playful.
gamer caleb who loves the thrill of almost getting caught, your quiet moans muffled against his shoulder as he grinds into you during a “bathroom break,” his viewers none the wiser.
it started as a casual afternoon, just errands and wandering through the city. caleb carried both your iced drinks and trailed after you as you drifted into a boutique tucked between a bookstore and a bakery. he hadn’t expected you to pause by the pastel display near the front, but when you did, he noticed the subtle change in your face.
the dress was soft pink, with delicate lace on the sleeves and a ribbon tie at the back, simple, but it looked like something that belonged in a scene from your favorite shoujo anime. you reached out and touched the fabric lightly, lips parting just a bit.
“you like it?” caleb asked, stepping beside you.
you nodded, cheeks warming. “it's cute. right?”
he gave a small smile. “yeah… it’s really you.”
you held it up to yourself in the mirror for a second, a quiet spark of excitement lighting up you face. then, gently, you peeked at the price tag. your shoulders sank almost immediately.
“yikes,” you murmured. “never mind.”
before he could say anything, you carefully put it back on the rack, brushing the fabric smooth. “it's okay. i was just looking.”
caleb watched you for a beat. you were already turning to the next display, pretending to be interested in the stack of cardigans, but he could tell you still wanted the dress.
he didn’t say anything right away. just made a quiet mental note.
when you left the boutique, he brought up something random to make you smile again. a dumb story from basketball practice, a comment about someone’s dog in a sweater outside... and you softened, distracted for now.
later that week, you'd find a small box waiting for you in your bedroom. no note. no explanation. just carefully folded fabric, soft pink lace, and a ribbon tie at the back.
puppy boy caleb, who paws at your lap while you're rummaging through some documents from work, trying to focus and get something done while he keeps whimpering and crying, looking up at you with those big violet eyes and one single wish.
"5 minutes...? just 5... i swear, it won't be like last time!" but both of you are aware it will be just like last time, where he wraps his big hands around your thighs, eyes half-lidded, tail wagging so hard you think it might fall off and ears pushed back in his head in pure daze. "just want to taste you a little, please..."
and you can't focus on anything anymore, so you sigh and eventually look at where he sits in front of your lap. it must be the prettiest sight you've ever seen. your puppy is pouting while looking up with those sweet eyes like he needs something to drink now, or he might cry.
and your heart skips a beat when you eventually spread your legs, and he almost turns into another person, grabbing your thighs, pulling your shorts down, already sniffing your panties, tail wagging contently as he mumbles with his voice muffled. "th-thank you... thank you. mmh–... tastes so good..."
caleb cums fast during your first time together.
heck, he might even do it in his boxers while just sloppily making out. given how long he waited for this particular moment and how tense he is, he simply cannot help how nice you feel.
even though he's received visual demonstrations more times than he can recall, everything he does screams how inexperienced he is. he heard ladies enjoyed some foreplay in the blatant porn films he watched while picturing your body beneath him, but this is just unfair.
he freezes all of a sudden. stops nibbling on your neck and becomes still. and you, perplexed, attempt to look him in the eye, only to discover that his head is pointing down to where your crotches are touching. for a moment, you can't believe it when you see the fiery red colour spreading through his ears, even though you can't see his face in that posture.
"f-fuck-... i'm sorry... i'm so sorry... let me just- wait..." he hurriedly apologizes while stepping away from your body as though seeking something else to do besides staring into your eyes, further humbling himself. all while you lay there unable to think of any coherent sentences.
he must be the puppiest boy you've ever laid eyes on.
caleb has a habit of tilting his head down when you're talking to him, especially when you're standing close. it's not dramatic, just enough to catch your gaze, brows slightly raised like he’s listening to you and only you.
it's the kind of look that makes you forget what you were saying for a second.
the worst part? he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he'll lean an elbow on a table or rest a hand against a doorframe, letting his height naturally create that downward angle: eyes low-lidded, mouth relaxed, totally unbothered. and you'll just stare, cheeks heating up, heartbeat skipping.
and when he does know?
he tilts a little more, lowers his voice, and murmurs, “you were saying?”
yeah. he knows.
i need mc to send zayne into a spiral like that man needs to experience some heavy adrenaline. just imagine mc is pregnant and isn't expected to deliver until like... two weeks later? yet suddenly he gets a random call from the maternity wing and he's already overthinking every single possibility because there's no reason why he'd get a call from that department other than. that. and it's a nurse saying his partner just went into labor and has been asking for him and oh OH. when i tell you that man never sprinted so fast in his life YES he's STEPPING OUT OF HIS SHIFT and he won't even give a reasoning. maybe utter some shaky "family emergency" to the receptionist Oh My God. He can only think of checking your contractions, fetal positioning, hemoglobin levels and allat smart stuff i'm tearing up a little i'm sorry me sucker for zayne stupid girl dad who knows way too much but at the same time knows nothing
i think we as a community need to understand that..... maybe caleb isn't the most jealous li. i think even after his release he still can't take away xavier's crown.
i feel like while caleb is more overprotective and possessive, xavier gets jealous way faster...
he got jealous of himself.... TWICE
i came across this tweet earlier and this a list of people/ ??¿¿ things ???? xavier has gotten jealous of 😭 IT JUST KEEPS GOING
speaking as a xavier and caleb main (yes i have a type so what) my personal jealousy ranking would look something like
1. xavier
2. caleb
3. rafayel
4. sylus
5. zayne
but let me know what you guys think!!!
caleb would so come home from the gym, entering the house quietly and then hug you from behind and scare you to death. then proceed to nuzzle his face all over your neck while you complain about how sweaty he is and how bad he smells. he's also completely ignoring what you're saying and mumbling random words that somehow explain how much he missed you (he was gone for two hours). that's it. that's the post.
wc. 0.4k
caleb barely registered the quiet creak of the door as he slipped into your room, his body moving on instinct. his nightmare still clung to him, thick and suffocating, the echoes of your broken voice still rattling in his skull.
Hey.. hello.. I'm so glad I stumbled upon your page. I weally weally like your writings. Keep up the good work! And stay healthy. <3
waaaa tysmm for the compliments 🧡 i've been kind of inactive lately bc of responsibilities but i promise i'll be back asap !! stay healthy too !!
Ur writing is awesomeeee like you write Caleb perfectly and the narration and dialogue flow so nicely toooo 😣 You captured his love and care and yearning for mc sooo good oml,, Ur fics are SCRUMPTIOUS
I was wondering how you'd envision colonel caleb tbh!!
TYSMMM comments like these keep me going bc i've been so genuinely unmotivated lately 💔 but i swear i'll get back on track
also colonel caleb is such a need i'll surely write something on him in the future!!!
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how would his behavior on social media derive? tw. suggestive content below
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how would his behavior on social media derive?
nothing will convince me that CALEB and mc’s first kiss wasn’t when they were older—when feelings got too obvious to ignore. but if we’re being honest, that wasn’t technically the first.
there had to be a moment before that I SWEAR. maybe when they were just kids, caught up in something they didn’t fully understand. no one talked about it after, like an unspoken agreement, but the memory stuck—the summer afternoon under the oak tree, snacking on dried apples, playing dumb games, until they got a little too close, and then—