#specifically. caleb

"And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body go into hell." (Matthew 5:30)

In most if not all of Caleb's memories, the first hand he touches you with is his right. He resonates with you in Yearly Nostalgia with his right hand, he hesitates to touch her with his right hand. The apple in Exclusive Aftertaste is held in his right hand while it's in mc's left. In Wayward Wonderland, it's his right hand that takes mc's when he makes his vow, it's his right arm that holds her as they leave the fluctuation. Even in Clearwind Glide, the hand he uses to guide mc to fly is his right. Painful Signal is the entire focus of the loss of his right hand (arm). That, because he severed that sin, he can't even feel you anymore.

(cw. implied incest (Caleb unsurprisingly refers to himself as gege), Caleb being a little mean for once, this is smut but not nearly as explicit as I usually am, low-key (high-key) size kink, not proofread because I live on the wild side)

(u can thank @prettyboykatsuki for making me crash out to the point of blacking out and regaining consciousness having written this in one sitting...)

"Now hang on just a second," a sharp grin tugs at Caleb's face as he watches the way you pathetically try to squirm away from him. He pauses (making sure to do so while seated fully inside you), the hand that has been planted beside your head slowly gathering up your wrists and pinning them to the small of your back. Caleb leans down over you slowly. His chest presses to the sweaty and hot flesh of your back as he just barely stirs his hips down into you. His eyes darken when a broken and panicked hiccup falls from your lips. He presses his mouth to your ear.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?"

"I-I...I-I can't...!"

Long and warm fingers spread across the small of your back, the touch a subtle but comforting anchor that grounds you for just a moment. There's a tender kiss against the nape of your neck. "Does it hurt?"

"...N-No, i-it's just..."

"It's just...?" Caleb snickers as you huff, all your strength being put into throwing him the meanest glare you can muster in the moment.

"C'mon, don't be like that..." Though his voice is soft, you can't help but notice the satisfied twist that weaves through every word against your shoulder. "I can't read your mind y'know," you both know that's a lie, "gege's not gonna be able to take care of you if he doesn't know what's wrong..."

"Am I...goin' too slow?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. You shake your head softly.

"Oh, I see, I'm goin' too fast...?"

Another timid nod.

Caleb drags out a low hum as he sinks his weight into you entirely, a stupid grin on his face as your tight cunt hugs around him like you're trying to permanently make his dick part of you. You writhe under him- "Mh, that's it, huh?" He breathes into your ear, "Is gege too deep?"

"Y-Yes!" You sob into his pillow, your nails practically tearing into the dark grey case that's damp with tears and drool (a commonplace occurrence nowadays). He coos "apologetically". "Well," Caleb gives a genuine and sweet kiss to the top of your head as he moves to sit up, "we can't have that, can we?" One hand wraps around both your wrists as the other firmly plants between your shoulders and deepens the arch of your spine.

And he's too deep. You think you may actually faint.

It's almost like the twisted sense of familial ties and never being able to change the way they saw one another is the core struggle of Calebmc. It's almost like Caleb himself says this exact thing during his "I'm tired playing this game of house" rant.

It's almost as if their entire relationship is founded in being so closely bonded to one another to a point that they can still fall for each other despite the situation they were placed (and found comfort) in. It's almost as if Calebmc is an exploration of codependency founded in trauma, love that transcends modern societal morality, and cherishing the one person you have ever known unconditionally in every way you possibly can while you still have time.