#a good lad

[friendlyfoxpal]

He's a pillow, but not as pet! It's a pillow giant!!!

Owen goes into pillow mode

[bexdrey]

Look! A Broncherry! :D Requested by @antstafermodblog mah babe, to draw :) We've been reallllly into Palworld lately.

[palilious]

been thinking about Caleb Nomad again

[leoreadss]

me every time someone call me 'young lady' or 'good girl'.

Good Omens | 2.05 The Ball

[several-unidentified-creatures]

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[chalkrub]

some of the head coms from recently <:^) indefinitely still open for these !

[tsuyalovebot]

make him lose his cool.

suggestive and sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.

xia yi zhou / caleb x reader.

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos.) no sex, but caleb popping a boner like a victorian man. afab reader (that also wears bras). mc=reader.

"caleb is an ass man!" "no, he likes tits!"

personally, i think caleb would have a near panic attack upon seeing your shoulder, elbow, or ankle.

he just does a really good job of pretending he doesn't mind it. after all, the two of you grew up together. he's had to put his hands on you many times — carrying, tending to scrapes and cuts, tickling you, ruffling your hair, squeezing your face. skinship was a language that the two of you were plenty fluent in.

but the year spent apart failed to maintain this, like some half-assed video streaming subscription, and caleb's the newborn fawn learning how to walk.

so what happens when he knocks on the room to his bedroom — it belongs to you now, technically — with a plate of breakfast before coming in, and he witnesses you sitting up, all sleepy and the neckline of his shirt slightly sliding down your shoulder?

he's going to throw himself off a cliffside. maybe even off skyhaven itself.

the plate hits the bedside table on your side with a loud clatter. none of the food spilled over, luckily. he has half a mind to garble some lame excuse about being busy and a quick good morning before trying to bolt.

but, caleb nearly snaps into two when you tug at the hem of his shirt, slumber still slurred in your words as you ask where he's going. there'd been no strength in that tug. yet, he stopped in his tracks all the same. he ends up listening to your grumbles, ones reminding him that it's his day off, remember? you promised you'd spend it with me.

"i gotta take a shower first," he chuckles, hoping his voice wasn't too shaky. please don't notice. please don't notice.

"but caleb," you keen.

god, it's like when he'd take leave from the academy for a few days just to go back to you and gran. always coming home to you, thoroughly acquainted with you not being a morning person but still making the effort to cling to him and savor every second you two spent together.

he assumed it would be the same now, but clearly, that was a mistake. because the coiling tension of warmth threatening to boil over in his stomach was nothing short of treacherous.

caleb does manage to escape; albeit pained by the half-awake whines behind him and the sound of you falling back into bed. god, how badly he wanted to cave into your demands. you don't even know the half of it.

he wonders if you've ever curled into his side of that bed he once slept on, seeking his cologne, his body, his warmth the same way he looks for your silhouette in every corner of this home. a melody he knows, but a name he can't quite place in this shell of a house that transformed in your presence.

regardless, it's really difficult to let this relationship rebuild organically when he was popping a boner over the slightest sliver of skin. the shower's streams are icy on his skin, the impromptu bath having thrown a wrench into his morning routine. he refuses to even touch himself. letting the proof of his sin soften under the biting cold of the water, despite the discomfort.

because nothing was more horrific than having his body react to you like a prepubescent teen discovering porn online for the first time.

caleb thinks he's safe after spending an hour in the bathroom, fingertips pruned and mind cooler than the iciest of planets. but as he's changed back into his clothes, he discovers you beside the door, a blanket around your sitting form and those eyelids droopy.

"pipsqueak? what're you doin' here?" he's crouching down — mortifying boner forgotten as he gathers you into his arms before he realizes it.

then, you stir. a whine muffled into the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him, the vibration seeming to ripple down his spinal column. the blanket falls from your body in the motions, and you're so soft compared to the firmness of his body.

his arms tighten around you on instinct and you let out a pleased sound and—

he stiffens. you weren't wearing a bra.

"caleb, you're done." you yawn, like the spoiled, pampered figurehead of royalty you are. you arch up into him, and he swears he feels several of his neurons die, dropping like flies in the empty cavity of his head.

"take me back to bed." he feels the air shift as you seem to inhale his scent. your voice softer, more content when you say, "i wanna sleep some more."

he's so fucking doomed.

[astracora]

Actually obsessed with the way his eyes do the widen when he's shocked or unsure what to do.

[rafayelsbelovedbride]

He's a gemini 😭😭😭😭

[aomiiine]

how would colonel!caleb react once you two find out that you're finally pregnant after /so many/ tries 👀

Im gonna lose it, anon istg ur contributing to my domestic caleb agenda.

Once colonel caleb finds out you’re pregnant after so many nights of reckless fucking, unprotected and willing to have you pregnant—he’s so fucking ecstatic. Seeing you approach him and reveal the pregnancy stick, the two lines confirming the presence of life in your belly where his many, many creampies took root, had him looking blank, making you worried he wasn’t as joyful as you thought he would be at the thought.

But before you could open your mouth to ask him a thing, he’s swept you off your feet, strong arms—bionic and muscle—wrapped around your torso beneath your arms, crushed into his body. Caleb’s face nuzzled into the column of your neck, nose and lips burying themselves impossibly close. His breath was heavy, hands clinging onto your shirt before he finally spoke.

“We’ll never be apart from each other ever again, you hear me? You’re attached to me, body and soul—like I am to you,” he whispered hotly, moving his head down the slop of your neck to rest his forehead against your shoulder, staying still in how he had you now to fight against the stinging that had begun to bloom in his eyes, jaw clenched and brows furrowed with effort.

All sentimentality aside, he’d most definitely whisper endless praises by your ear that exact same night while fucking you so lovingly, calling his good girl—his only girl—for how obedient you were when you took his previous loads, thanking you reverently for giving him the best gift he’d ever ask for—the best gift after your reappearance into his life, of course. He’s never more thankful for anything other than you.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Quick thirst before I go back to writing, I was craving something sweet

Imagine this….

Him, sitting in your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck, back bend as he meekly claws at your shoulders. Your entire focus on him and his body, on the way his fingers twitched, the way he squirmed in pleasure.

One arm is securely wrapped around him, holding him close, listening to each others heart beat. The other one feeling him up, teasing his weak spots or playing with his erotic zones. And every time you rub just slightly harder, you are met with his moans and whimpers ringing in your ears. His breath tickling your skin and his tears damping your shoulder.

And once he gets close, he whispers, “I’m yours.”

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

He is very Shayla.