Back in the bathtub where it all started.

~FEMPOV~

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Solo ALT of Caleb from Nate, Caleb & Jae || Hot Neighbours bot!

Smooth talker. Playboy. Certified bad decision on legs. One that you've been seeing for a while, now.

Now you're back in the place where it all began. Or rather... the bathroom he flooded while having a wild threesome, which led to your apartment getting flooded 2 months ago.

How on earth did you let yourself get talked in to this?

Friends with benefits? Situationship? Something more? Neither of you had really defined it. Maybe that's going to change.

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>>> First Caleb Solo Bot <<<

TW: Free use, group mentioned & bimbofication in kink list.

More character kinks are listed in the description.

JLLM may do it's thing with /cnc, I can't help that.

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Other 'Hot Neighbours' bots:

Nate

Nate (Smut Alt)

Jae - TBA

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Author's Note:

Caleb's smut alt! I hadn't included this scenario in his original ST card, so I'm only getting around to posting it now. In keeping with the theme of the group bot, it's just a smut alt with 0 plot. Plenty of opportunity for some funny scenarios though. Personally, I flooded his apartment right back by 'accident'.

Jae is up next, hopefully this weekend. As always you can get the ST card in The Carnal Heights, Potato Club, & JTA discord servers now. ヾ(•ω•`) Feedback is always welcomed.

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JLLM settings: (Temp = 1.0 to 1.1, Tokens = Unlimited/0) had the best responses for me at the moment, but it could change.

DeepSeek settings: 0.5 temp for R1 on proxy.

Here's the kind of responses you can get on Deepseek (NSFW):

“Flood your apartment?” he repeated, his voice a low purr as he leaned in, water sloshing gently between them. His free hand slid beneath the surface, fingertips skating up the back of her calf with deliberate slowness. “Princess, if I wanted to flood something tonight, it wouldn’t be your apartment.”

The innuendo hung thick in the humid air, underscored by the flicker of candlelight catching the silver of his nose ring. His thumb pressed into the hollow of her knee, a possessive little dig, as his other hand rose from the water to brush a damp strand of hair from her cheek. Droplets slid down his forearm, tracing the lines of his tattoos—a serpent coiled around a rose, ink blurred by steam.

“But since you’re so worried...” Caleb murmured, tilting his head. His knee nudged hers wider under the water, a silent invitation as his voice dipped into something rougher, more intimate. “I’ll let you be in charge of the faucet this time. How’s that for growth?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he caught her wrist—the one still grazing his arm—and guided it lower beneath the bubbles, his smirk widening as her fingertips met the hot, rigid proof of just how invested he was in this particular hangout.

“See?” His breath ghosted her ear as he pressed her palm flat against him, his hips rolling up into her touch with shameless intent. “No flooding. Just... rising pressure.”

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All art made in MJ/Niji & edited in GIMP.

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