Jealous Caleb! can’t help but stare a little too suspiciously when you come back from a work meeting with a casserole dish in tow. A wide grin on your face as you explain “One of my coworkers made me a casserole! He used to work as a chef at that restaurant we go to!”
Jealous Caleb! glares at the dish as if the food personally committed a violent crime against him. He doesn’t allow you to see it though, smiling that all too warm and familiar grin and schooling his annoyance.
Jealous Caleb! makes ‘innocent’ offhand comments about the integrity of the dish. Silently livid that it smelled and looked delicious. But simply knowing that another man had the audacity, was enough to make it disgusting. “It looks okay…Kinda smells weird. Also burnt on the edges and raw in the middle, why don’t I cook pips-“
Jealous Caleb! who pouts like a kicked puppy when you deny his offer with an all too sweetly spoken phrase. “It’s fine Caleb, it’d be rude to not eat it!” His eyebrows are pulled together, his violet eyes glittering with a dejected expression as he frowned slightly and folded his arms over his chest.
Jealous Caleb! who watches as you begin to pull plates out of the cabinet. Biting his cheek as he stared. Waiting until you stood side by side with the glass dish, flicking his finger up and to the left. Effectively bending gravity to his will and watching with a newfound glee as the dish came crashing to the floor.
Jealous Caleb! who cleans up the glass from the floor as you whine about how clumsy you are for bumping into the dish without noticing. Comforting you with soft spoke reassurances, that smile never leaving his lips. “It’s okay pips, I’ll take the initiative and make some of your favorite.”
Jealous Caleb! who feels like his heart could have stopped seeing the way your face lit up at his offer. That smile. Those eyes. You were paralyzing to look at. “Braised chicken wings?!” A chuckle, his ears turning pink. “ ‘Course M’lady.”
Jealous Caleb! who makes a call into the Hunters association the next day, innocently leaving a complaint about this coworker for “disorderly conduct and ‘inappropriate workplace behavior.”
Jealous Caleb! who wants to be the only person to cook for you for the rest of your lives. All 100 years that were promised between the two of you. He never wanted to know that the smile he received when you tasted his cooking, the way your eyes gleamed with delight, those dimples, could be a sight that any other man had the pleasure of seeing. That was his. You were his.b
All the lads boys are switches to me you can’t convince me otherwise
Idk if you do asks/requests but given your bc of Caleb as whiny and desperate, can we get your thoughts on MC finally letting him creampie/rawdog? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top
Oh boy I think it would be similar to Zayne’s recent drunk card; I want to imagine Caleb would get intoxicated and just lose all control.
The thought of putting on a condom doesn’t even cross his mind, all he needs is to be inside of her. He can’t get his clothes off fast enough, barely taking the time to push her panties to the side. It all happens so fast that MC isn’t able to get her words out fast enough before he’s already pushing his aching cock inside. Any semblance of restraint is gone, he’s like an animal while he ruts into her, whimpering that he’s sorry- he can’t help it. He’s held himself back for so long, now he needs her.
Caleb would be panting desperately by her ear, longing to hold out for longer, but he can feel himself growing closer with each thrust. Everything feels so sensitive, he feels like he’s choking, his eyes growing wet with tears from the sheer stimulation.
It’s takes less than a minute before he coats her insides, his whole body trembling as he releases himself into her. He’d whine, both from the sensation and from his inability to hold out for longer, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over in her ear as his thrusts grow shallower.
MC should really have told him that she isn’t on the pill, but he doesn’t need to know that now. Not yet.
Every single card with caleb feels like this
just been thinking about how caleb loves the facts that you can’t cum without his help. i mean he’s so obsessed with you, he’s made sure he’s carved the shape of his dick into your poor pussy. fucked you so well with his fingers that it’s impossible for you to ever get off without him.
no matter how much you pinch your little clit and push your finger deep in yourself, it’s just not enough! leaves you crying with frustration because when you try, it just never feels as good as when he’s stuffing you full with his thick fingers. curling them up to prod that soft, squishy spot that makes you see stars.
it’s so unfair!! he’s trained you so well. you have no choice but to facetime him. prop your phone up against your pillow and show him your drooling pussy while crying.
He’s off in deepspace, shaking his head and looking at you sympathetically through the phone.
“poor baby~” he cooes.
he’s so fake. he’s trying to comfort you, reminding you of the last time he was in your apartment. how well he’d fucked you. describing in detail the way your body curled in on itself, how your eyes rolled back when he was grinding his throbbing dick into you.
its not helping at all! only makes you sob more. you’re begging him to come home soon so he can fuck you properly. and he promises he will. his heart hearts seeing you so sad but secretly, he loves it! can’t get enough of your begging.
it truly inflates his ego knowing he’s the only one that can get you off.
Your honor, they are the same character ‼️
imagine how delicious Caleb would look in the current banner, on his knees begging, and MC tells him “down, boy”
godddd let me match his 6’2” purple-eyed Gemini colonel freak
Goddd I need him to be a pathetic little twink so bad. His animal is a puppy so he should act more like one
oh, hey fellow hunter! take this with you, its dangerous out there.
(also be careful it might start mumbling to itself about locking you up…)