I Need To Sit On His Lap And Say That This Isn’t How Brothers Should Act When I Feel Him Get Hard 😇

Caleb using his evol to force you onto your knees >>

We went to see the Minecraft movie

Nanami is here! I also struggle drawing him but I feel like I did him alright here! 🥸

I wanna write self indulgent transmasc mc x Caleb brocest ,, would anyone be interested in reading?

tini xavier doodle

Xavier deserves more love.

There! I said it!

The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.

She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.

He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.

We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.

Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.

I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.

Put some respect on his name.

honestly this entire banner is so like. queer club/fetish rave type shit. like forget the roman gladiator theme they were going for, let me see these guys after a night out at a bar or smth at take 2 or 3 of em in a room with me??

like zayne, caleb, & sylus are sooooo group sex material. esp w that dominatrix thing mc has going on 😮‍💨 need to have all of them vying for my attention and making em fight for it. showing one of them special attention just to hear the other two WHINE and beg, just itching for it but no, they gotta stay leashed up and still 😌

god this is actually making me go crazy i need to lie down

— @chaamenos

I need all of them at the same time 😮‍💨 begging for me, fighting each other for the chance to corrupt me

caleb x reader drabble

// a little bit of angst, pseudocest, pining

“Did you ever want to kiss me when we were little?”

Caleb freezes.

You feel it where his arm is slung over your waist, the way his fingers twitch, the subtle shift in his breathing. He doesn’t look at you right away- just stares at the ceiling like it holds all the answers, his lips parting slightly as if he’s considering lying.

He doesn’t.

“…Yeah.” His voice is quiet, almost embarrassed, like the confession is something delicate he never meant to say out loud. “A lot.”

You giggle, nudging his shoulder. “A lot?”

Caleb exhales sharply, running a hand down his face, but there’s no real frustration there- just something shy, something unbearably fond. “God, you were so annoying.”

You laugh harder at that, but he shakes his head, pressing on before you can interrupt.

“You’d chew on my pencils, and get marker all over your hands, and steal my snacks, and I still- ” He stops himself short, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. When he finally looks at you, there’s something unbearably soft in his gaze. “I still wanted to.”

Your breath catches.

It’s different, hearing it now, spoken into the quiet of a night where you’re no longer kids, where the weight of time has pressed new shapes into you both. But beneath it all- beneath the years, the scars, the way you almost lost each other- he’s still Caleb. Still the boy who pulled you out of trouble and held you close when you were scared and, apparently, wanted to kiss you long before either of you could understand what that even meant.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb huffs a laugh, a little self-deprecating. “Dunno. Thought you’d punch me.”

You snort. “I probably would have.”

He grins, shaking his head. “Yeah. That’s why I waited.”

“Waited?”

Caleb lifts a hand, thumb brushing lightly- tentatively- against your cheek. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks, low and certain.

“For you to be ready.”

Morning Routines with Sylus

Ever since marrying Sylus, (Name) had perfected the art of slipping out of Sylus’s iron grip without waking him.

She had to—her work started at 7 AM, and he only went to bed at 5.

Carefully, she eased herself out of his embrace, moving like a trained assassin. The moment his arms loosened, she slid away, only for Sylus to stir slightly, his brow furrowing as if already missing her warmth.

(Name) quickly grabbed a pillow and slipped it into his arms. Like a cat seeking comfort, Sylus instinctively buried his face in it, relaxing again.

She stifled a giggle. Too easy.

With her temporary victory, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen for her usual morning coffee.

Sitting on a stool, she let out a content sigh as she took a sip—

Only for a familiar black and red mist to suddenly swirl around her waist and coffee mug.

Before she could react, her cup was gently pulled from her hands and placed on the counter.

And then—she was lifted into the air.

"—Hey!" She yelped as the mist effortlessly maneuvered her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and back into the bedroom.

Before she knew it, she was back in bed, wrapped snugly in Sylus’s embrace.

A deep, sleepy chuckle rumbled against her ear.

"Did you think you could escape me so easily, kitten?" Sylus murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

(Name) huffed in amusement, pressing a hand to his chest. "Sysy, I have to work."

"Mmm… no." He buried his face into her neck, arms tightening around her as if she were his most treasured possession.

She sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this.

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

By the fifth kiss, Sylus groaned, reluctantly loosening his grip. "Fine. 10 more minutes."

(Name) laughed, victorious once again.

"Deal." She snuggled into his warmth, knowing full well she’d have to escape again soon.

This was inspired by an art drawing from twitter, and i had to write it as a hc for my mc's version LMAO THIS IS WAY WAY TOO CUTE AND SO SO SYLUS CODED i love marriage life imagines w sylus, i love my man so much i hope u guys could tell

Happy 4/20 I wish I was smoking with Xav rn