Caleb Xia

I’M SO READY SUITCASE PACKED SUNDRESS ON BOOTS READY CONDOMS BOUGHT *presses accept madly*

June 2026 Calendar

With PC format too 🥰

I was really undecided if draw Caleb with pilot hat or not, so I made the two versions. Hope you guys liked 🥰

Decided to try drawing Caleb seriously for the first time since his birthday month is coming up, and also I realised I have... a lot of friends who are Caleb enjoyers so uh might as well draw the man.

I wouldn't exactly call myself a dedicated Caleb lover since my main priority will always be Sylus and Zayne, however ever since I listened to Verdant Wetlands earlier this year as someone who likes Colonel Caleb's look a LOT... something changed within me and also my account. Somehow I've been very luck in getting Caleb's event/myth cards this year. It's getting a bit concerning.

Here're some silly chibis of gege! He's a lot of fun to draw in my chibi style :)

"if i'm not inside her — it doesn't count" — the only thought existing in caleb's head when your embrace goes a little further.

"if i'm clothed — it doesn't count" — you keep convincing yourself, lying on your side, your back pressed to caleb's chest, rubbing against him. his fingers, trembling with arousal, dig into your hips with an obvious desire to pull you even closer.

he hates and thanks that tiny barrier between you in the form of pajamas. even though your underwear is soaked through, and your breaths have blended into one, echoing your quickening heartbeats that have entered a symbiosis — it still doesn't count.

because if it does count — caleb won't survive the realization of what he has become. what he has always been.

when you deliberately arch your lower back, caleb whimpers muffled into your neck, nuzzles like a blind puppy. he presses his hips into yours a little harder, and you feel him — throbbing, hot, desperately hard.

"we aren't…" he starts hoarsely, but you rub against him slightly differently, and the words crumble in his throat into a quiet moan. "we're not…"

caleb squeezes his eyes shut until colorful spots bloom under his eyelids. he's scared. so scared that he's ready to burst into tears from how much he wants you, how wrongly, filthily, utterly shamelessly he loves you.

"we're not crossing the line," you believe this spell should protect you both from the truth. "don't stop… i can't without you…"

your hand rests on his hip and gently nudges — forward, toward you, more. he obeys, helplessly rocking his hips to the rhythm of your movements, pressing his face into the back of your head, kissing your vertebrae with dry lips. your bodies move together under the blanket, trying to merge into one whole, to grow into each other and disappear in the shared warmth.

you know you're just as ruined as caleb believes himself to be. you know he thinks he has tainted you. but the truth is you're both soaked in the same shame, the same hunger — and if caleb is a monster, so are you.