I’m Dying And The Only Thing That’ll Cure Me Is Yandere Caleb

“smile for the camera, baby!” ☆

as if you could.

caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.

you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.

but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.

now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.

flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.

“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.

“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”

you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.

“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”

pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.

so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.

it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.

click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.

once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.

“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”

Wip

ladstwt is so far up my asshole goddamn can i just exist

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

he’s very cute, you know? (inspired by fishbone0306’s art) [PRINTS]

I hc that Xavier would totally hump/grind against mc while sleeping 😇 i just know he’s having the freakiest of dreams and unable to control how his body reacts in the conscious world

A strip inspired by comments I get when attending conventions, please respect our tastes it's a matter of respect 🙏

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.

Caleb threatening to fake mc’s death is so fucking hot to me I don’t take criticism

I think Caleb slapping me across the face while wearing his Colonel uniform would heal me actually