#Sub Caleb

[strawb3rryhachi]

i don’t talk about the other LADS guys much but caleb is def the poster boy sub.

He’s so so good at following direction, hanging onto your every word and following orders to a ‘t’. He is the colonel after all.

That is until he’s seen what punishment is. It started off small, small teasing, assuring you what you were doing wasn’t enough, that he could take more and more. Assuring you that you were being too soft.

“You’ll be on cleaning duty today.” Your huff, sending a glare his way out of the corner of your eye, feigning frustration. You have to turn your head away from him to hide the utter glee you feel seeing his looming form on his knees, so perfectly submissive.

Cleaning your panties with his tongue? Easy, you didn’t even have to ask. He’d already been doing it in secret, eyes lolling back as he sucks your essence from the pretty fabric.

“Oh no, Caleb. I think you misunderstand me.” You smile, eyes alight with primal desire. “You’ll be cleaning your mess from them.”

His eyes blow wide, panties still caught between his lips. His cock is throbbing, painfully hard. The pleasure stirring within the two of you is almost palpable, reverberating in the spaces between.

“Go ahead, pull that pretty cock out.” And truly you ached to see it. Watching as he pulled his pants down, long, heavy dick springing out and slapping against his stomach with a loud smack!

“Can I touch myself, now?” He begs, purple eyes boring into yours as he pulls the fabric from his mouth.

“Yes, pet.” You stride over to him, hands pushing his hair back from his sweat slick forehead, eyes practically turning to hearts as he wraps the pink fabric around his staggering girth, leaning into the comfort of your hand.

“Such a big cock for such a pathetic man.” You croon, a mocking grin taking over your face. Both of his veiny hands are wrapped around his length, fabric gripped tightly underneath them. His flushed face hides nothing, always the open book when it came to being dominated and demeaned by you.

“I- Is this all, pipsqueak?” He lets out a shaky laugh, craving more.

“Well if this isn’t enough, should we let the whole fleet know what their big, mean colonel is really like?” His eyes lock onto your phone, camera pointed directly at him. His balls squeeze, pulling tight to his body. Fucking up into his hand as he hears you press record.

“Please.” He begs, “Please show everyone what a mess you make of me.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sorry this is kinda half assed, i just got the idea and rushed to write it! plus toji and sylus are really the only guys who get me super hot and heavy lol

xoxo

Hachi

[purplepleasureswritings]

In Your Hands -Caleb X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1k

CW: No MC pronouns used but AFAB terms for genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Caleb, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Friends to Lovers.

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview: It was time you took charge and put Caleb in his place.

Merry Juneleb!

It died.

It died and you screamed.

Alright, maybe you were being overly dramatic but you were so close!

You groaned in frustration, shaking your vibrator that had died. Why now?!?! You thought you had charged it! You didn’t want to use your fingers like some medieval peasant. You rolled over and let out a frustrated sigh into your pillow, your pussy throbbing with the lack of release.

Your phone vibrated, adding further insult to injury and you fumbled around for it, swiping the video call from Caleb. Shit! You forgot you agreed to have a video chat after he got off his shift and returned to Skyhaven. After not seeing Caleb for so long and thinking he was dead, you would take any chance you could get, no matter how bad the timing, to see his smiling and alive face.

“Heya Pips, how- wait, why are you out of breath?” Caleb asked, peering at the screen as you gave a strangled laugh.

“I was just getting in a nightly workout!” You lied with another laugh, adjusting the straps on your tanktop and holding your phone directly to your face so Caleb wouldn’t get a view of your still exposed pussy.

Caleb gave you a knowing smirk and you grew hotter. He was always like this, all knowing. It infuriated you a bit. Just once you would like to get the upper hand on him, to have him submit to you and be at your mercy and control. Your free hand crept down to circle your clit at the thought before you froze. Were you really going to touch yourself on the phone with Caleb? All those nights sharing a wall and you mastered the art of a silent orgasm, but was this a line that you shouldn’t cross?

But you wondered, would this finally be the push the two of you needed? How would he react? He wouldn’t just disappear again, would he? And speaking of, you still wanted to punish him a bit for letting you think he was dead for that long and then the whole interrogation by Colonel Caleb.

“Alright, I’ll play along. Seems like quite the workout, Pips. Did you get in a lot of reps? Some intense cardio?” Caleb teased and you squirmed. Was this a good idea? Probably not, but you were too horny to care.

��Something like that.” You answered breathily as Caleb sucked in a breath. Two fingers rolling over your swollen, throbbing clit. Caleb cocked his head, eyes darkening.

“I could use a good workout before I go to sleep as well.” Caleb said and you heard his zipper being pulled down as you pressed your lips together to stifle a moan, heart beating fast.

“Caleb.” You moaned, fingers picking up speed as you heard a soft schlick-schlick echoing in his room with his soft panting, eyes never leaving yours.

“Yeah? I’m right here, Pips.” Caleb grunted and you whimpered, pressing the heel of your palm against your clit as you slipped three fingers into yourself, desperate for relief as you chased your orgasm.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” Caleb panted and you whined.

“Anything?” You asked, head swimming with the possibilities.

“Anything.” He said lowly as you crooked your fingers just enough to-

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, back arching as you finally came, gripping your phone tightly and watching with hazy eyes as Caleb groaned loudly, hunching over. The two of you panted, staring at each other and coming down from your respective highs when Caleb smiled.

“Sleep well, Pips.” He said before ending the call.

You rolled over, pulling up your blankets with a smile.

Anything, huh?

✈️

You sat on your bed, eagerly waiting for Caleb to enter your apartment, a special toy waiting behind you. When he told you he had gotten a few days off, you had quickly gone shopping.

“Pips, I really hope a Hunter like you isn’t just leaving your door unlocked for just anyone to walk in.” Caleb called from the hallway and you rolled your eyes.

“I can take them!” You shouted as Caleb laughed and made his way to the bedroom, stopping and staring at you and the new outfit you had gotten for yourself.

“In a fight, right?” Caleb asked in a strangled voice and you grinned.

“Maybe… maybe not… maybe I’ll just hit them with this.” You said, grabbing the strapless strapon from behind you, waving the mechanical like silicone that you had fallen in love with when you were shopping. If Caleb didn’t want to try it, you definitely were with all the grooves and ridges of the faux plated metal and bumps from the faux nuts.

“That… that would definitely be something. I should go on shopping trips with you again if you are going to bring home this sort of thing.” Caleb said with a shake of his head and a laugh.

“What is all of this, Pips? Some new game?” He asked. It was the first time you have ever seen him so off put and you relished in the rush of power it gave you.

“Sort of… you said you would do anything for me, Caleb, right? I still think you need to make it up to me, you know, the whole fact you were gone for a whole year without telling me… Let me take care of you, Gege.” You purred, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck as he trembled, taking the chance to resonate with him and borrow his Evol to make things more… interesting later.

“I…. you’re killing me here, Pips.” Caleb said, his voice shaking as you watched a war play out in his eyes. You knew submitting to you would be hard… but you did want to take care of him. To give him a pleasant touch different than what he no doubt experienced when he was away from you for so long.

He pressed his forehead to yours, pulling one of your arms from his neck to link your pinkies together as he looked into your eyes.

“Alright. I trust you. And, you know I love you, right? As more than…” Caleb whispered desperately and you kissed him gently.

“I love you too.” You said and he shuddered, kissing you deeper until you pressed down on his shoulder to kneel before you.

“Why don’t you get me nice and warmed up, hmmm? Good boys deserve a treat.” You purred and Caleb whined in the back of his throat.

“Yeah, give me those lips.” Caleb said and you gave a choked laugh as you thought he would try and kiss you again but instead dove into your thighs eagerly pressing his mouth to your leaking core and the black panties you wore, kneading and pulling at the leather straps accentuating your thighs and hips.

Caleb tugged your panties to the side, lapping at your clit as you buried your fingers in his hair and rocked forward against his tongue, holding him in place. He made a move to pull your panties down and put his fingers in you and you activated his borrowed Evol, pinning his hands down to the floor. He pouted, slightly struggling and you gave him an admonishing look that had him quieting.

“Make me cum with only your tongue. After this long, I thought you would love the chance to taste me.” You said in a soft, firm voice. His eyes darkened and he nodded, tongue swirling against your harder and more fervently as he made happy noises of pleasure that had your thighs quivering.

As he sucked harshly on your clit, you came, holding his head tightly to you as you gasped and shuddered. He pulled back, sitting on his heels and licking his lips.

“I’m going to make you scream my name, Pips.” He growled and you panted with a smirk.

“Only if you scream my name first.” You said, stepping back to grab the strapon. You slipped out of your panties and slipped one end into your aching core, letting it vibrate inside of you on a low frequency as you put a leather harness over it to hold it in place, stroking the shaft with a bottle of orange flavored and scented lubricant. Caleb sat obediently on the floor looking up at you with hooded eyes as you contemplated how you wanted him.

“I’ve gotta say, I’m jealous of that cock you’re playing with when you could be playing with mine.” Caleb said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Bad boys don’t get rewards. Be good. Don’t be a jealous little shit.” You said as he scowled.

You cocked your head, maybe you should put a leash and collar on him next time. Remind him he belonged only to you and to not run away again.

You decided then that you wanted him pinned under you.

“Strip and give me a show, then on your back on the bed.” You demanded and he grinned as you released him.

“So commanding. I should have brought my colonel hat for you.” He teased as you throbbed at the idea. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, flexing as you admired his broad chest, before slowly popping open the buttons on his jeans and unzipping them, showing the impressive bulge in his tight dark grey boxers. You licked your lips briefly at the wet spot there and he pulled down his pants and boxers in one swoop, hands on his hips with his cock jutting out.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a boyish grin and you huffed a fond smile.

“Yes, very much so. Keep the socks on. They’re cute.” You said as he went to pull off his white socks that went up mid calf, stumbling a bit at your statement. He coughed and climbed onto the bed, spreading his thighs invitingly and holding out a hand.

“C’mere.” He said and you tutted as you kneeled on the bed.

“Uh-huh, I’m in charge now. I’ve had enough of you being in charge.” You said and he gave you a long look before leaning back against the pillows.

“Yeah, yeah Caleb is a big dumb meanie who always has to have his way. Alright. I trust you.” He said and you crawled over to kiss him for that before kissing down his neck and chest. When you reached his navel you nipped at him and he jolted before laughing.

“Menace.” He said and you grinned, kissing over the bite mark before moving down to his cock, sucking on it as you slicked up your fingers. You slipped one into him, swirling your tongue against his cockhead as he squirmed slightly.

“Not exactly how I thought our first time would go.” He muttered and you hummed causing him to moan as you worked your finger in and out of him, stretching him.

You pulled off to rest your head on his thigh and look up at him, pushing another finger in.

“I know. You always indulge me, Gege. Thank you. If you are good, you can fuck me however you want after.” You said with a smile that was part mischievous and part affectionate.

He shuddered and whined as you put a third finger in, before crying out as you pressed a bundle of nerves deep inside of him.

“Ah! Pips! That’s-” He panted and moaned as you abused it relentlessly until he was nearly cumming, having to pull the fingers out and squeeze the base of his cock briefly.

“Can I put it in, pleaseeee Caleb?” You whined. “I want to feel you.”

He whimpered and nodded and you gave him several eager kisses before pulling back slightly to guide the slicked up silicone into him. His eyes fluttered shut and you kissed a corner, gripping his hands and intertwining your fingers as you fully seated yourself within him. The buzzing within you and against your clit was already driving you wild but seeing Caleb look at you with hazy eyes of wonder and trust had you pulling out and quickly slamming in. He let you jackrabbit into him, moaning and then gasping as you angled your hips right and hit that spot deep inside of him, whimpering when you used the borrowed Evol to add a gravitational pressure against his cock.

“Pips… I’m-” Caleb trembled and you were filled with renewed vigor, kissing him and pressing close to him until he bucked, cumming on his stomach as you keened, thrusting in and out, chasing your own orgasm, clenching down on the end inside of you as the curved part hit your clit just right and you were cumming as well. You collapsed against him before pulling the strap-on out and curling against him.

“You still need your Gege, huh?” Caleb said, rubbing your back as you held him.

“Always, but I meant what I said about taking care of you too.” You said and he kissed your head.

“Then I’m in your hands.”

A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!

[lumieraz]

Word count: 3.9k

Tags: Caleb x fem!reader, fluff, slightly subby caleb, he eats you out lol, creampies, slight body worship, some praise, dry humping, rough sex

Summary: Caleb and you end up having sex after he yaps about model planes lmao

Gentle was the way the light from the lamp to the side of his bed gleamed off the walls and settled lowly in the room.

Caleb sat next to you as you slightly snuggled up at his side, the both of you slouched against the wall and pillows as you listened intently to his ongoing, mostly one-sided conversation. It was kind of nice to just sit next to him like this and listen to him go on and on about his interests even if you didn’t really understand some of the stuff he was talking about. 

“There are some model planes that come almost pre-built, those ones are pretty convenient for some people, but I like building them from scratch, personally,” His voice was sort of giddy as he continued on with his explanation of the different components of model aircrafts. He seemed so passionate about this and you found that endlessly sweet. 

“There’s so much thought that goes into building one that a lot of people wouldn’t actually appreciate until they’ve tried it themselves,” He said before looking over at you to ask, “Are you actually listening?” His tone was sort of teasing.

“Oh! Yeah I am, keep talking,” You replied as your gaze traced his features. He looked so pretty right now, gorgeous with the way his lips tilted up into another soft smile when you gave him the go-ahead to continue talking. 

He started going over the various types of tools usually needed when building model planes and you realized that there is a lot more that goes into this than you originally thought, well, you honestly aren’t entirely sure what you originally thought anymore as you continue to listen to his voice — Your mind was no longer fully comprehending the strings of words coming out of his mouth as he continued to talk about different model aircraft supplies. 

Honestly, you really didn’t mean to space him out again, his voice is just so soothing and lovely that you couldn’t help but feel a little mesmerized as he spoke. Your eyes traced the arch of his brows, the way his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled while talking about something that ultimately fell on deaf ears. Oh, he was so, so cute. 

“—And that’s exactly why those types are amazing to see fly for the first time! They just—” He raised his head slightly to look at you and his sentence trailed off. Why were you looking at him like that?

“Well, I mean… They’re just cool is what I’m really trying to say…” He said a little more sheepishly than before, looking away from you and your enamored gaze. 

You giggled lightheartedly at his sudden flustered behavior and sat up a little “No! No- I’m sorry, I’m listening, tell me more!” you continued. 

“I’m not sure what else to say,” He said, and it was technically a lie, because at any other moment he really would go on for a lot longer talking about these things… But right now it felt as though all of his knowledge on model planes had dissipated from his mind as he watched you continue to scoot in a little closer to him. 

“Okaaay… If you say so.” You said softly as your hand slipped down to take hold of his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. 

He huffed out a breath and his gaze followed your hand as you did so, just staring quietly.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes returned to yours, a dopey smile gracing your lips. This usually happened when you were alone with him for a bit too long. You so easily slipped under that blanket of nostalgic affection for him, one built from years of just simply being there for one another. It made you want to smile and laugh, maybe pepper his face with kisses, or just hold him close until you fell asleep in his arms.

He tilted his head down slightly and sighed before raising it again to look at your face, his expression nothing short of fond. “Ah… Just come here already…” He said, gesturing for you to move closer.

Your smile widened as you moved to climb onto his lap and snuggle close. He sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped two strong arms around you. “You know, if this is what you really wanted, you could’ve just asked…” He murmured softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck in return.

You looked into his eyes and a soft giggle escaped you. “Mmm no, I like listening to you,” You mumbled. The air felt a little more magnetic now than it did before. There was always this gentle, playful push and pull between the two of you, but it always felt stronger in moments like this, making your face a little warmer and your a little heart softer. 

“Then what was I just talking about?” He asked, a playful glint in his violet eyes. 

You huffed out a laugh before giving the most useless answer you could offer up, “Uhhh– Planes?”.

You watched as his expression once again turned into something softer, shaking his head as a small ‘tsk’ fell from his lips. He looked at you again and you both just sat like that for a few moments, admiring one another as the silence stretched on until it split in two. 

He was leaning in a little more now, you noticed. You couldn’t help but lean in a little more as well.

You felt him press his forehead to yours and then the faint brush of his breath against your lips, fleeting and warm before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was chaste and soft and then he pulled back, just merely looking into your eyes with a slightly unreadable look before pressing back in to kiss you a little deeper.

You slowly changed positions to straddle him and one of his hands started to rub up and down the side of your body, his touch was so gentle – almost reverent. You leaned in again and brushed your lips against his and he closed his eyes. You giggled softly against his lips and he did the same.

You felt his free hand snake up your body and towards the back of your head to gently hold it as the one rubbing your side came up to cup your chin. 

And you were being a little shy, so he used it as leverage to slowly prod a little deeper with the kiss until it was something not so soft and fleeting. 

You allowed him to take that initiative as he angled your face a little more to his liking and gently pressed in deeper. His tongue very slightly slipped into your mouth and rolled over yours in a way that had you falling pliable to his touch. He pulled his head back afterwards and you couldn’t help but lean in and subconsciously chase the warmth of his mouth, cute.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” He whispered against your lips and you listened, mirroring his actions as the hand he had cupping your jaw moved to gently cradle the side of your face. 

Here it was – that same push and pull again. The two of you always guided each other in the only ways you both knew best, something as simple and intangible as a kiss was no exception to that rule. You really did wish it could just stay like this forever, such a warm and comforting thing that only he was able to give you.

But you were only human, and your wishes of wanting to keep things soft and innocent like this were fleeting as you began to crave more of him. You didn’t understand how he so easily made you like this, your need for him so quickly becoming all consuming.

Pure warmth slowly bled into something more fevered and passionate between you and him as your hands slid up to cup his face in return.

You looked into his eyes again upon pushing back a bit and breaking the kiss, you noticed this intensity in them now that made heat curl up inside of you.

The shift in the air was almost palpable, a much too knowing moment of silence shared briefly between the two of you… And before you knew it – his hands were all over you. 

He was touching with urgency now, pulling you closer, palming up against your breasts through the fabric of the shirt that you happened to borrow from him earlier.

Yeah. He needed that off. Now.

His hands hastily moved to the hem of the shirt before he stopped in his tracks and looked to you again, silently asking permission, because your comfort was always first on his mind before anything else. You always appreciated this part of him, you really did… But sometimes you couldn’t help but wish he would be beside himself enough to just tear the offending clothes away without notice. 

But that wasn’t what this was, and you knew that. 

So you instead just nodded softly at him.

He lifted the shirt up over your head gently before tossing it somewhere haphazardly in his room. The lacy floral bra you wore underneath was much appreciated by him, but it also needed to be gone. He reached around and unclasped the garment and watched in awe as he used his Evol to toss it away with a flick of his finger. 

You suddenly felt too open and bare, and just a little cold too now that your breasts were on full display to him.

Caleb on the other hand though… 

He couldn’t help but reach out and cup them with his hands and sighed softly as you slightly backed away from the touch, his hands were warm though, and he was looking at you so dearly, so you swallowed back the shyness that often forced its way out of you during intimacy and decided to instead be more open with him. You brought your hands up to where his hands were and pressed your palms against the backs of his, forcing him to apply more pressure against your breasts.

He took that as about as much confirmation he needed to continue before he was leaning in and peppering your chest and neck with kisses.

You flush, his actions suddenly so bold as he stopped his kisses and lowered his head to graze one of your hardening nipples with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your lips and the sound did nothing but egg him on.

Your back arched slightly as his hands slipped down to your hips and gripped firmly to press you against the tent forming beneath his grey shorts. Fuck, he was getting hard, you could feel it pressing into you and liquid heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as you felt him start to use the hands on your hips to rock you against him. 

It was kind of lazy at first, just allowing him to guide your movements so as to feel that pleasurable friction. Well, it really didn’t stay that way for long as you pressed against him deeper, closer, and harder.

He pulled back from your chest and looked into your eyes with pink dusted cheeks and slightly parted lips. God, He looked needy, you almost instantly pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, groaning into his open mouth as he resumed his earlier actions of grinding you down against his cock.

Your hands slipped down to his chest, pressing in softly and then skimming your fingers down against the cool fabric of his shirt until they found the hem and tugged slightly. He noticed what you were silently asking for and instantly moved to help you pull off his shirt without hardly breaking the kiss.

You gasped as he sat up and hauled you down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as he leaned over you.

You watched longingly as he began to fumble with the waistband of his sweatpants, slipping them down his legs enough that you could fully see the outline of his cock through his boxers before clumsily pulling them off entirely and throwing them to the side of his bed. 

He all but collapsed on top of you afterwards and started to grind his still boxer-clad cock against your thigh. 

“Please– Please, I need– need to, fuck– Need you,” He whimpered against your ear as his needy grinding quickly morphed into him essentially humping your thighs.

You felt heat sweep up and down your body at his behavior and the wetness between your legs suddenly became a little hard to ignore. 

Your hands moved to his head and you gently raked your fingers through his hair, you felt him rut against you a little more frantically at the action as he started to leave hot, open mouthed kisses against your neck, making you moan softly.

“Caleb, please,” You whined, you didn’t know what you were begging for exactly, you just knew that you suddenly needed him closer.

He sat back slightly and his kisses began to descend down your body now, kissing down between the valley of your breasts, and then down your abdomen, then finally down below your navel. His lips left a searing trail in their wake, leaving your hips to twitch uselessly in aroused anticipation.

He glanced up at you briefly before softly gripping the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down your thighs and then completely off to be tossed away as well. 

You gasped as he leaned in and nosed against the wet spot that had formed against your panties. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling them down frantically and leaning back in to press a soft hand to the inner parts of each of your thighs. You gave in so easily, spreading them for him like it was instinct and he felt his cock twitch at the sight of it, pretty. 

A soft laugh rumbled from him before he leaned in and began to leave soft kisses and bites against your inner thigh, leaving you dizzy and hot all over. He trailed them up until he was right at the heat between your legs. 

“Wait— Caleb–!” Before you could finish your sentence he was already licking a stripe up through the wetness that had gathered up down there, forcing a strangled noise from your throat and making your words die off rather quickly. 

His mouth began to worship you with unrelenting passion, forcing the air from your lungs as he lapped and delved his tongue in, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you. 

You couldn’t help but squirm and cry out as your thighs clamped at the sides of his head. You could tell he was taking pleasure in this with the way he was grinding himself against the mattress as he licked a languid stripe up to your most sensitive part before sucking on it harshly.

“Caleb– Hah fuck– please,” You moaned unashamedly as your hands moved to grip his hair and pull on it slightly. He fucking moaned at that, and you definitely weren’t ready for the way he started to eat you out even more hungrily than he was before.

Your body convulsed at the overwhelming feelings and tears blurred your vision as you started to cry out louder, “Caleb— Wait, stop, It’s too- too much I– I can’t” It was all happening too fast. That knot forming in your stomach was about to snap if he kept going, so you tried to pull his head back, but to your dismay he grabbed your wrists and forced them down at your sides. 

You thrashed and gasped out his name in a futile attempt to slow his movements as he licked up as much of your juices as he could, such useless attempts, If only you knew how sexy you sounded right now.

You could feel the tides of your arousal crashing dangerously close over the shore, just a little more and you feared that the string of arousal forming deep inside you would snap. 

In your pleasure hazed mind you had barely noticed that he had inserted a finger until he started to move it inside of you while still licking you up like a starved man. That was about all you needed now to finish at this point. You gushed all over his face and he drank it all in fervently, groaning at the taste before finally pulling back from between your legs and removing his hand to lick the taste of you off of his fingers.

He looked down at your spent form, taking in the sight of your heaving chest and tear stricken eyes, he was so hard now that it almost hurt, precum leaking out through his boxers at the tip, and the completely wrecked look you had now was doing absolutely nothing to help him.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathed as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made a strange sense of need swirl around inside of you. This kiss was hungrier than any of the earlier ones, it was like he was repeating the motions he had just been using down there in the kiss now, essentially fucking his tongue into your mouth in a way that had you whining and sputtering against his lips. 

He started to palm himself over his boxer as he continued to kiss you deeply, whining into your mouth as he pulled the fabric down enough to let his cock spring free from those confines, it was all wet and hot and hard in his hand. 

He broke the kiss and pulled back, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as he pressed his forehead to your. “Please baby,” He groaned and your gaze was quickly guided to where he was currently stroking himself with need. 

You quickly pushed him back a bit, stopping his movements. “Please! I– I can take it. Just fuck me already,” You begged, feeling way too empty all of a sudden. 

He stroked himself a few more times and lined himself up with your entrance at your request. He didn’t instantly do anything though, just lazily dragging the head of his cock up and down through your folds, teasing you even now. 

One of his hands came back up to your breast and began to roll one of your nipples between his fingers again, Your hips bucked against his cock at the sensation and he couldn’t help but slowly begin to press into you.

You and him both groaned in unison as you felt him press inside slowly, inch by inch. You let out a soft sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan once he bottomed out. Your eyes fluttered open to take in the expression on his face. His eyes were closed, lips parted, and eyebrows scrunched slightly in pleasure as he just kind of stayed inside of you like that for a few moments.

It was when he began to move that the air was pulled from your lungs once again, the drag of his cock against your walls was slow and almost deliberate. He continued to lazily thrust up into you a few times like that, just really letting you feel everything. 

His thrusts slowly began to speed up though, he was trying so hard to take his time with you, but he couldn’t do it anymore. 

He scooped you up in his arms again and fell back so that he was laying down against his pillows again, forcing you to straddle him much like you did earlier, only this time under slightly different circumstances. 

You cried out as his hands swiftly pushed you down onto his cock again and started to fuck up into you, Fuck you were so tight and wet. His hands moved to your hips again and started to guide you to fuck yourself on his cock and it took you no time before you started riding him needily. You cried against his lips and he hushed you lovingly.

“I know, I know… You’re doing so well baby,” He whispered and forced you down onto him a little harder, “Just take it, I know you can,”

The praise made you feel even more needy and hot and your rhythm faltered a little bit as that ache deep inside you started to resurface again. 

He began to leave apologetic kisses all over your face as he took the lead again, bucking up into you roughly enough to have you nearly screaming as his hands forced your thighs further apart and he speared his cock deeper inside of you. 

One of his hands came up to your face and he pressed two fingers against your lips until you readily parted them for him, you took them into your mouth and began to suck on them eagerly for him. His cock twitched inside of you at the sight and you could tell he was starting to come close to that edge. 

Wanting nothing more than to make him come, you started to fuck yourself on him as fervently as you could, being egged on by the soft whines and whimpers that began to escape his lips at it. 

“You– You’re gonna make me cum,” He groaned, trying to slow your movements. You didn’t let up though, trying to fuck yourself even harder on his cock until he gasped and couldn’t help himself fuck up into you sloppily. 

To your surprise though, you ended up orgasming first, convulsing around his cock with a sharp cry and literally squirting all over him.

He continued to fuck you deeply and you squirmed away due to the overstimulation until he clamped his hands down on your hips and forced you to take it, chasing that high of his own. 

“I– I’m gonna come inside, that okay?” He rasped out, “Please, please can I? Baby please” He continued until you nodded weakly, you were so fucked out that you’d let him do whatever he wanted at this point. 

He thrusted up into you, one, two, three times, and then he was letting go. White hot strips of liquid filled you up inside as he cried out your name, fucking you through the aftershocks of his orgasm until his cock started to hurt.

The two of you just stayed like that for a while until you both came down from your respective highs, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. 

You laid next to him in bed and snuggled up in his embrace after the two of you had taken a bath together, changed his bedding, and changed into some new comfortable clothes. Sighing softly, you pressed your face into his chest a little more and he held you a little tighter.

You felt warm and spent and so tired, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep in his arms and let the warmth of his body guide your dreams somewhere soft and sweet.

You laid like that for a while until his voice momentarily cut off your thoughts as he spoke softly and rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

“Hmm… Maybe I should invite you over to talk about planes more often,”.

[mihanisms]

buried to the hilt

— caleb finds he cums embarrassingly quickly when he sees how he looks in you.

— (slight) size kink, inexperienced caleb & reader, pathetic dirty talk, pathetic pervert caleb!!!!!!!! pathetic pervert reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kiiinda fluffy at the end? a bit angsty-feely too?? as fluffy-feely as my freaktivities can be???

The first time Caleb sees your tummy bulge full of him, he stills. The nights he'd spent jerking off to the thought of you (with your panties pressed against his nose) pale in comparison to the real thing — his cock, lodged into your pussy, the outline of his tip just barely peeking through your skin. He can't take his eyes off it, transfixed by both the feel and look of you around him.

He stares for so long that you begin to feel impatient, whining softly and grinding your hips down. "Caleb..." Yet even that small movement from you has the bulge in your stomach shifting slightly, a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. Though lost in the heat of the moment, the neediness in your tone does not escape him and he shakes himself out of his trance, his hand trailing up from your thigh to press on your stomach. "...Yeah, pips?"

When you glance down, you finally realize just why he was in such a daze. the tip of his cock barely visible beneath your skin drawing a surprised whimper from you. Your eyes flick between your best friend and the impression of him in you, the sigh utterly intoxicating. "Ca-Caleb...he's peeking out at me..."

That's all it takes for Caleb's honeyed tone to go darker, a raspy growl now evident in his tone. "Mhm. That's...me right there, pips." He thrusts shallowly at first, eyes flicking down, watching with fascination as his cock shifts beneath your skin, a  whimper catching in his throat at the sight. “Fuck, baby look that’s me- fuck- baby, I ah-!"

He loses himself in the warmth as his body presses against yours. Slowly, he begins to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. And he tries — he really tries to hold on.

But the sight of his cock pushing up against the soft skin of your belly has Caleb's mind unraveling like a cat clawing at a ball of yarn. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of your walls around him, makes the bulge in you shift. It's a visible, undeniable reminder that he’s buried so deep inside you there’s nowhere else for him to go.

His breath is ragged, each roll of his hips getting sloppier as the heat in his body quickly overwhelms him. His forehead stays pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded, glassy, and completely lost in you.

“Baby, I- You feel so fucking good.” His voice cracks into moans, wrecked and desperate, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fights to hold on.

Fuck, he's close. Too close. He's supposed to be in control. Supposed to pace himself. But the way your warmth engulfs him, how your tight little hole pulses and pulls him deeper, shatters any semblance of restraint.

You feel it too. The way he trembles above you, his body taut like a fraying wire. Every shaky exhale, every hitched breath, every needy little sound that slips past his lips, they all tell you how he’s on the edge. The knowledge that he's losing himself, falling apart because of you, sends heat flooding through your body.

Involuntarily, you clench around him, and his reaction is instant. A strangled, breathy “oh fuck-” chokes past him as his hips stutter against yours. You roll your hips in response, and Caleb fucking gasps for air at the sight of the bulge shifting beneath your skin, his grip on you tightening as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

The two of you were in the same sinking boat, breaths and moans mingling as the aching need for release quickly overtakes the both of you, the harsh thrusts and helpless moans spilling from Caleb's lips tightening that coil in your stomach. "Pl-Please Caleb-"

The strained breathlessness in your voice has him crumbling, his rhythm getting sloppier as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice thick with something fragile. "I know, baby, I know- Fuck, just-" His words get cut off you pulsate around him, the tight heat of you making his mind short-circuit. "S-So close- just give it to me, please please please-"

His hands move on instinct, an overwhelming ache leading one to over your stomach to press down and feel himself inside you. The moment the pressure registers on his cock, his mind blanks and so does he—wave after wave of cum pulsing into you as he shakes and whines, hips desperately meeting yours as he chases his high.

The shocks of his orgasm run through him, his mind blank and overwhelmed, nothing left but the feeling of you wrapped around him, milking him through his high. His lashes flutter, breath hitching as he shivers, everything is too hot, too good, too much.

The feeling of his hips stilling against yours and his cum flowing into you has your stomach tightening, the pleasure cresting fast, and then you're gone. Ecstasy slams into you with a force that has you crying out, your body going rigid as you spasm around him.

You're both left trembling, wide-eyed and flushed and locked onto each other's gazes as you process what just happened. Caleb then slumps against you, your bodies spent and trembling, his voice soft as he nuzzles back into your neck. "....Fuck. 'M sorry, baby."

His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with oversensitivity, trapped in you. He’s panting into your skin, and you reach out to push away the hair that had fallen into his face. "Don't be," you murmur softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden after-intimacy of the moment.

Caleb's voice was quiet, a layer of insecurity lying below the surface. "I didn't expect- I barely lasted-"

You soothe him with a soft hush, running your fingers through his hair and cupping the base of his neck. "That doesn't matter, baby. It was still perfect. You were perfect." You press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, noticing how he's still slightly stiff and you run your hands down his spine, tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back.

He shivers at the contact, looking up at you like a puppy seeking reassurance. Before he could say anything else, you tighten your grip, squeezing at his skin and pulling him closer. “You made me feel incredible. It doesn’t have to be some long, drawn-out thing. You know we’re both….new to this.”

“But I….” He huffs slightly, finally relaxing into your touch and letting it ground him. “You…You mean that, pipsqueak?” 

You smile, gently nudging your nose against his head. “‘Course I do. Besides, if you liked seeing me that full ‘f you, means we’ll have to go again.” Leaning in even closer, your warm breath ghosts over his ear. “You know you’re still hard in me, right?”

Caleb groans softly, shifting on top of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. His lips graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Do you think- Do you think you can take another round?"

You adjust yourself slightly, just enough to tease him deeper into you. "I can take whatever you want to give me, you know that.”

“You horrible tease.” Despite his words, Caleb breaks out into a light snicker, fighting back the groan and the desire re-capturing his gut to have a few more moments of this sweetness. He finally pulls himself out of your neck, looking at you with that lovesick, dazed expression that’s always made your heart skip.

This was going to be a long night.

[sodapopkiss6]

Was thinking about writing a short sub caleb getting caught by you while hes inside the dryer sniffing your panties but it kinda went outa control and this was born, enjoy!

Misuse of a dryer ig(?)

Imagine Caleb doing the laundry, your clothes are dry so he reaches in to pull them out but sees his favorite panty. The one that compliments you, hugging around your curves just right. He gets distracted, taking the piece of fabric and lifting it up against his face. It smells clean with the smallest hint of your natural scent.

Unconsciously, he starts to grind against the dryer, giving the fabric tentative licks. Lost in a daze he imagines you finding him, scolding him for being a bad puppy and ruining your clean panties again. But he can't help it, he loves them too much, loves you too much. He wants to just spend all his days clinging to your side, basking in your sweet scent, and caring touches.

"Caleb?"

Your voice rings out amidst his moans. And hips still, finishing at the sound of your voice, the way you say his name has his body tingling with pleasure knowing what's to come.

Hearing his broken whimper you gasp, "Caleb you did not! Seriously? again?"

You sigh and go down on your knees behind him, keeping him in place.

"Bad boy, can't even wait till your in the bedroom? Are you that desperate that you'll cum anywhere with anything?" He jolts when he feels the impact of your hand on his behind, tightly gripping on to your clothes.

"Stupid pup, can't even follow directions, nothing in that cute little head of yours but the need to cum huh?"

He responds with a whimper and an adorable twitch. You chuckle mockingly before spanking him again.

"I could just leave you here, I really should"

Instantly his mouth falls open, "N-no please p-pipsqueak don't leave I-I need you please"

"Hmm...I don't knoow" you tease, fingers gently gliding around his behind, squeezing occasionally.

"Owner-mistress please" he cries out pitifully

You sigh and reach to pull down his pants, chuckling when you hear his grateful babbles. Your hand rubs circles around his exposed skin before striking again. A choked out moan escaping him.

"M-mistress?"

You scoff "what? Did you think I was going to reward you for your disobedience? No, bad puppies don't get treats"

He whimpers and squirms, "I'm s-sorry, I'll be good, I'll take a-any punishment"

"Mm that's a good start" you hum in approval "now make sure to count okay?"

"Yes mistress"

"Good boy" you coo and pat him "and don't worry, I'll reward you afterwards if you behave okay?"

Hearing your praise he gets even harder, aching for your touch in any form. He rests his face against your soft clothes, the panty from earlier right next to his nose. He let's out shaky breaths as he counts each spank out loud, eyes glazing from the pleasure and pain. His voice echoes from inside the dryer, forcing himself to listen to all noises he makes, even the most quiet ones.

He has no time to feel embarrassed, as soon as he's done he feels your tounge inside of him, your muscle pushing through his tight ring. His voice cracks, and he trembles, your tounge skillfully moving around his walls. When you fell him loosen you add two fingers, carefully opening him up.

"Ah-! Mistress Please! I-I need to mm" he whines, drooling all over your now dirtied clothes.

"Oh? Is my cute little puppy gonna cum? So quick, you love it when I touch you don't you?"

He nods, even though you can't see him, your countless experiences from before are enough to paint the picture in your mind.

"So good for me, my sweet boy"

Your praises push him over the edge, and climaxes loudly. Moaning and writhing under your overstimulating touch.

Finally he slumps catching his breath as you rub his hips. Relaxing him as he comes down from his high. You pepper his skin with small kisses and murmurs of praise making him whine weakly.

"T-thank you mistress"

"Aw, you're welcome, anything for my precious boy"

You carefully guide him out of the dryer pulling him into a hug.

"You did so well for me Caleb, my adorable husband, I love you so much" you kiss every inch of his face, reassuring and praising him as you do.

Blushing, he hides his face in the crook of your neck, "love you too, m' sorry about your clothes"

"It's okay we can wash them again" you pull back to look at him.

"But seriously, at least pick a better spot, I dont want to walk in on you humping the dryer all the time"

"I'll um, try" He says smiling sheepishly.

You laugh and peck his nose "you and your habits, I swear it's as if you're actually a puppy"

"Mm and if I was?" He looks up to you, and you feel yourself melt over his lovable eyes. Filled with hope and devotion directed at you.

You cradle his face, gaze never wavering "I'll love you in every universe, we'll always be together. Just you and me"

"Just us?"

You smile innocently "yes, I promise"

His eyes turn glassy and he launches at you making the two of you tumble down to the floor. He kisses you passionately, gasping into your mouth instead of pulling back for air.

"Mine-" a kiss "yours-" another kiss. He only pulls back to nuzzle into your palm, however his eyes stay focused on yours.

"I'll always be with you, anywhere, anytime, I'll always be the one by your side. Nothing can keep us apart"

Your brain doesn't register the hidden possessiveness, too caught up in the moment to notice. And when he leans down to mark your skin, arms caging a little too tightly, you don't question it. You hear him mumble about 'building' and 'preparing' something, you don't think much of it

He is simply your sweet husband who's needier than most.

Caleb sus af ngl

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[dianaagrotera]

caleb definitely has some high courtly love / devoted knight trope going on and I love that shit you know like that one princess and knight meme u see on tiktok

when u make him call u "queen" ingame he picks it up so organically too lmao (tho tbf he picks everything up like the reactive&open babe he is)

also u guys check out "my lady" it gives a special dialogue as opposed to just "lady" (spoiler he says that his most important line as a soap opera character will be ‚yes, my lady‘)

and when u go with "master" hes like "well you've already been bossing me around anyway" Q_Q

[x1asirene]

sub!caleb + oral fixation & mommy kink | minors dni

caleb’s on his knees, shoulders taut, arms behind him by nothing but her word. “don’t touch me,” she had said, low and amused, like she already knew he’d break. and now—now caleb’s shaking from restraint, thighs trembling, a trickle of red dripping from the corner of his mouth from how hard he’s biting the inside of his lips. but none of it compares to the pressure building in his gut—or to the unbearable warmth of y/n’s body straddling his lap.

she’s not letting him do anything. not touch her hips. not rest his hands on her thighs. not even lean into her. she’s sitting on him, white top unbuttoned, the heat of her pressed flush against his stomach, and he’s naked—exposed—gasping for every breath like it’s mercy.

her hand slips into his hair, gripping just tight enough to make him shiver. “good boy. open your mouth f’ me, will ya?”. and he obeys without pause, lips parting, tongue flat like he’s begging for communion.

she pushes two fingers in. his mouth closes around them with a soft, involuntary moan, eyes fluttering shut as she presses deeper—until they hit the back of his throat. he chokes a little, but doesn’t pull back. if anything, he leans into it.

“already gagging,” she hums, amused, watching tears prick the corners of his eyes. “you like this the most, don’t you?”

he whimpers, the sound muffled and wet. when she pulls back slightly, he gasps, and then—again—she slides them in, slow, until he’s choking prettily and slobbering all over her fingers.

“greedy boy,” she coos. “messy. so loud, too. what happened to your manners? dirty dog.”

he tries to respond, but it’s just noise. a garbled, desperate whine against her fingers as she strokes his aching cock again—slow, tight, cruel. his hips twitch up, and his hands gripped the sides of her waist instinctively and she stops, instantly.

“no.” she slides her fingers out of his mouth abruptly with a slick pop, caleb chases them instinctively with his tongue, only to flinch as she suddenly slaps his tear-stricken face, making him let out a loud “ah—!”

“p-please! i’m sorry,” he cries, his voice cracking. “i didn’t—didn’t mean to, i-i swear i wasn’t trying—i just—fuck, please, i’ll be good, i’ll be s-so good, i p-promise—!”

she watches him tremble, twitching beneath her, fully hard and needy and desperate to come, but too afraid to move.

but she only taps his cheek with the fingers slick from his mouth, watching as he instinctively opens again. “you’re not allowed to touch, remember?,” she says sweetly. “you’ll come when i say, not before.”

he whines deep in his throat, eyes glassy, humiliated. she wraps her hand around his cock again, tighter this time, dragging her thumb over the slit. “swallow,” she commands, pushing her spit-slick fingers into his mouth again.

he obeys like he’s starving, lips trembling around her fingers as she fucks them into his mouth in time with her strokes. his throat bobs, trying to keep up, moaning around her while his cock twitches desperately in her hand.

“such a fuckin’ little mess,” she breathes, voice like velvet. “you’re going to come just from this, aren’t you? just from my hand and my fingers down your throat.”

he lets out a sound—half sob, half moan—his entire body shaking. his cock is red and leaking, twitching in her hand as she starts stroking him harder, faster now, pushing him toward the edge again.

"f-fuck—" caleb shudders, "ah’ahh, mommy—!"

"quiet," she snaps, and he bites down on his lower lip instantly, moaning through his teeth. her other hand presses flat against his chest, pushing him gently backward until he's flat on the bed, panting up at her, eyes wide and glassy.

she straddles him again—this time grinding against his cock, the fabric of her panties dragging over his flushed, aching tip. he nearly screams. "m-mommy-!"

"you wanna come?" she murmurs, rocking her hips once, letting his cock rub between her folds. "you want it that bad, baby?"

he gasps, tears spilling again. "i d-don't—i mean-i do-but only if you let me—please!”

she leans in, nose brushing his cheek, voice so soft it nearly undoes him. "then beg for it, caleb. real sweet. go on, baby. use your words."

he sobs again, biting back a moan. "please, mommy. please let me come-i've been good, i swear, i-i'm yours, i'm only yours-i can't hold it anymore, i n-need it, need to come so bad-please-"

"shh," she purrs, hand picking up pace now-tight and fast and unforgiving, finally finally giving him what he's been aching for. "you can come now, baby. make it pretty for me."

his whole body arches off the bed as he screams for her, loud and broken, head thrown back as his cock jerks in her hand and spills all over her fingers.

"a-ah-! f-fuck, fuck-mommy-oh god, mommy-!" he sobs, hips twitching as she milks him through it, stroking slow now, dragging every ounce of pleasure from his overstimmed body.

"that's it," she whispers. "come for me, that's it. look at you-making such a mess for me. my good boy."

he comes with a broken cry around her fingers, shaking and twitching so hard he could throw y/n off of him. and she watches it all: his ruined face, the way he swallows around her fingers on instinct, the way he blabbers her name like a prayer.

his mouth hangs open, panting heavily with every breath, eyes glassy and wide, tears streaked down his cheeks. she doesn't stop petting him, even when he twitches, even when he whimpers and tries to shy away.

“i didn’t—touch,” he pants out, voice raw. “didn’t break, i d-didn’t—i was good right, m—ahh—mommy? ‘m a good boy? please tell me, please?”

she pets his hair, stroking him through the aftershocks, “such a good boy, caleb. you were perfect,” she murmurs, tilting his face up. “look at you. my pretty little thing.”

"mmm ‘ahhh—i love you, mommy— l-love youuu," he moans, hips weakly bucking into her hand. "wan' give you everything,—m’ yours, all yours…”

she leans down, kisses his temple, hand finally stilling. "you gave me everything, caleb," she whispers, voice full of pride. "such a sweet boy, aren’t you?”

and he sobs—quiet, shaking, forehead pressed to her chest—muttering thank you thank you thank you like it’s the only thing left in his head.

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[navillee]

Caleb is the type of guy you can order around and his automatic answer will always be a enthusiastic "Yes ma'am."

[vieviesmt]

MDNI :p

CW : sub!caleb, masturbation, panty thief, dryhumping, (he cums first sorry), praise, DESPERATE DESPERATE man, loads of drooling deal w it

pervert!caleb who somehow managed to convince you to move in with him because he's been feeling oh so lonely and tired :( he needs your presence, your warmth and your attention to stay sane!! you have to believe him !!

pervert!caleb who definitely didnt make you move in so that he could spend his time watching you, subtly press against you while youre cooking, passing by your room at night to gently pat your head and smell your hair, maybe even steal a couple of your polaroids on the wall to put in his wallet !! (or use for later)

pervert!caleb who tells you its okay if you dont have time to do the laundry today! he can take care of it like he always has :) he definitely does not use the opportunity to shove his face into every crevice of your shirts, nose pressed into the crotch of your used hunter pants; when his eyes shift to a well hidden piece of bright red lacey fabric under one of your socks...jackpot.

pervert!caleb who doesnt even try to walk to his room to take care of business, no it has to be here between all your dirty clothes, your smell emanating from every corner of the laundry room while he hastily pushes his shorts down, poor baby's cock is bright red, already leaking just from the smell of you :(

pervert!caleb who grabs those red panties and wraps them around his shaft, using his strong muscled hand to jerk himself fast enough in hopes you wouldnt catch him!! you would probably think hes such a weirdo, using your dirty clothes and panting like a desperate dog but he just cant help himself around you, just the thought of your cute self sitting in the other room happily munching on some snacks while he's in here filthying up your belongings makes him break : strong hips thrust up and buck trying to finally get that sweet release-

pervert!caleb who, in his haste to get some alone perverted time had forgotten to lock the door :0 of course, after not hearing any noise for the past 15 mins you got worried! you didn't mean to walk in on him disheveled, hips in the air, sweat down his arms and drool down his shirt with your favourite underwear (now ripped at the crotch) wrapped around his sensitive head :(

pervert!caleb who's pleasantly surprised when you tug him up by his arm, he start rambling out excuses- "pips! i-im so sorry! i swear i dont even know what happened, i dont think straight when im tired you know me-" only to be slammed into the couch , "take your shirt off."

pervert!caleb is now sweatily sat on the couch, his boxers back on, trembling from overstimulation as you grind your ass back onto his crotch as harsh as you can, feeling his hardness drool out masses of precum, his thighs shakey and his hands barely holding onto your hips - "please, please can i- can i take them off pips i wanna feel you now-" his hands tug at your jeans, as good as the friction of your tight pants feel on him, he cant stop himself from thinking about how warm your cunt is underneath your clothes rn :( plus he wants you to feel good too!!

pervert!caleb cant take it anymore after you answer him with a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, "quit talking, be grateful i even let you dirty these pants too, and you ripped my panties, those were my favourite you know ;("

pervert!caleb who can barely focus on what youre saying, he feels his balls squeezing, the feeling of your behind back and forth has him spiraling, babbling about how much he loves you and how you treat him so so well!! one specific hard swivel of your hips around his tip is what undoes him fully, head slamming back onto the wall, his hands grab your hips tightly to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting up up up, using you to get off. He's grunting loudly, muttering half sentences of "thank you- i love you- so sensitive- i cant stop- please-"

pervert!caleb who dirtied both you and himself now ! what a troublesome puppy >:( no worries you'll make him clean you up really quick once his legs stop pushing his hips into yours, unable to stop.

ive been thinking about this one for a whileeee so pls lmk how it is !!

[nebulaeternal]

―⭑❥.ᐟ Subby Caleb

―⭑❥.ᐟ GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no plot, f!xm, evol use, absolute fucking brainrot, praise, overstim, squirting, subby Caleb, p-in-v, cunnulingus, oral sex, creampie eating, bondage, yes Caleb cries.

―⭑❥.ᐟ SUMMARY: Caleb had gotten himself into a little predicament because he couldn't be patient and keep his hands to himself. Now you had to teach him a thing or two about patiences and the consequences that go with it.

―⭑❥.ᐟ WORD COUNT: 1K

―⭑❥.ᐟ A/N: Ok so I know it's been a while since I've posted but I have been having absolute brainrot about this concept since I started my drawing so I decided to share my thoughts with you all. This isn't perfect, it wasn't really read this is just my raw thoughts lmfao. Enjoy!

―⭑❥.ᐟ LINKS: AO3 Ver. , Twitter, Taglist Sign-up

―⭑❥.ᐟ TAGLIST: @noone-png, @imissnanami, @rafayelsplush, @kicupo, @rafayelschewtoy, @zanasoledad, @m00njinnie, @raylexdomination, @mentaltrouble2201, @juniebugg

Caleb is the kind of sub who would do anything to please you, even if it meant pushing his own limits.

He sat waiting for you patiently as he was bound. Arms tied behind his back, he was unable to move or free himself, not that he really wanted to anyway. 

His cock lay in his lap, untouched but growing harder every second. “You promised to behave so why did you disobey me?” You asked in a sultry manner while circling him like a hawk.

He gulped, seeing how irresistible you looked, adorned in your lingerie. “I-I’m sorry..I couldn’t help myself-“ You hushed him, gripping his jaw firmly and moving in closer to his face. This only caused his face to flush as words slipped from his tongue.

“I asked you why you misbehaved. Now try again.” You stared deep into his purple irises, swirling with lust and need. Gently, you grazed your hand along his length, watching how he twitched in anticipation.

“Ngh—I wanted to touch you..you look so good..please forgive me.” Eyed him up and down, watching as he tried his best to resist your touch but you weren’t showing him any mercy.

Without hesitation, you slipped your panties to the side and climbed on his lap. Startled, Caleb let out a yelp, feeling your weight settle on the thick muscle of his thighs, while your tits blocked his field of view.

He felt like he was going to burst. He could already feel the warmth emitting from your core and couldn’t help but twitch and leak in anticipation. “Pips-“ was all he could manage before sucking in a breath while you sank down on him.

You had already tortured him before this moment, bringing him close to the brink of an orgasm only to stop and watch him beg pathetically.

Your head fell back, eyes rolling into your skull from the stretch of his fat cock. “Fuck-“

Caleb whimpered, eyes brimming with tears as he trembled. You swear you could hear him choke back a sob.

Your movement started off slow, pacing yourself while he wriggled and fought against the ropes. However, his struggle only made you more insistent with your movements, and you began to pick up the pace.

Already Caleb could feel his peak nearing, hips bucking insistently to meet yours while you rode him. “P-Pips! Ha! Wait please.” He pleaded and begged but you were going to give him the punishment he deserved.

Doing your best to hold off your own climax, your hips slammed down harder, the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

Caleb couldn’t hold back any longer and burst, filling you up as you continued to thrust, his hips jerking sharply as each pulse of his orgasm washed over him.

However, you didn’t stop, you kept going and that’s when you could hear him choke out a sob. Tears streamed down his face, quietly you kissed them away before shoving his face into your breasts and continued to bounce on his cock.

He hiccupped and wailed as you continued to overstimulate him, his hips moving against his will while he chased another painfully good orgasm.

“Fuck! Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” He changed and begged the mantra over and over. “I’m sorry! Please—fuck, I can’t take—too much!” 

Unable to complete a sentence, he continued to fight against bucking into you while you abused his cock in a way that made his brain go blank.

“Caleb—gonna cum.” You groaned out, slamming your hips down on him one final one before your own climax hit.

You moaned out and threw your head forward onto his shoulder. Panting you tried catching your breath but had one more thing in mind for him.

Slipping his cock out of you, which to your surprise was still rock hard, you asked him to get up and move over to the bed.

“W-What are—” You hushed him quickly and pushed him onto the bed, quickly clinging on top of him.

You were now face to face with the swollen head of his cock while your cunt laid near his face. Without saying a word, you took him into your mouth. After all, he still needed to be cleaned up.

This caught Caleb off guard and he let out a loud moan, one you quickly shut up by shoving your cunt in his mouth.

Almost like instinct, Caleb began licking at your folds, sucking your clit and scooping out the combined release from the last round.

His cries were muffled as he continued to eat you out while you sucked him off. Your focus remained on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and occasionally giving his balls a squeeze.

Caleb bucked his hips and managed to slip inside your mouth completely, it hurt but it felt like absolute bliss inside your mouth, so he held you there.

Using his evol, he pinned your head in place throat fucked you whilst continuing to eat you out. His cock hit the back of your throat as your nails dug into his thighs to brace for the rough pace.

Both of you continued to move in synchronous torture, you slamming your cunt down on his face and him thrusting his cock into your throat.

Both your peaks started to approach, your nails by now had left scratches in Caleb’s thighs while his cock surely has left bruises in the back of your throat.

He let out one final muffled grunt and spilled himself inside, in turn triggering your own orgasm as you soaked his face in your own fluids. Pulling off of him, you weakly rolled over, lying down in the empty spot beside him.

The two of you lay there, unable to move as you both caught your breath. Caleb sniffling and shuddering while you caught your breath as tears slipped from your eyes.

Both of you were absolutely blissed out and needed to catch your breath and gain your bearings before either of you could make a move to do anything. But you can say you both had quite the time.

© nebulaeternal 2025 mdni divider by @/cafekitsune

[livelaughlovesubs]

bottom cyborg caleb thoughts......

Caleb from love & deepspace???? AS A CYBORG??? Oh lord 👀 (Pls I actually have no clue what’s going on cuz I dropped the game, I just know that man somehow survived T^T)

Wait what kind of cyborg though. Entirely out of metal or partially? Cuz if it’s entirely… imagine him being programmed to obey your every order, to do whatever you want hehe. Or maybe you could control his body with a remote or smt, while he can’t go against it..? Like tying him up but different? Ordering him to stay still but he actually can’t move??? Hello, anyone see the vision? (What am I spouting-)

[mihanisms]

sub l&ds men visuals

— so....my first time doing this type of post but. i need to spread my femdom agenda. guys the 13 sub LI drafts i have on my account WILL see the light of my page one day i promise 😭 in the meanwhile have this...also u need to be logged into twt to see most of these!!

— nasty freaky twitter porn with tiny blurbs. mostly focused on pegging, bondage, or overstimulation. ur strap is occasionally referred to as cock. i hope my fellow freaks enjoy, love u all mwah mwah <3

the first time you had suggested pegging to zayne, you hadn't expected him to be so...okay with it. of course, there was a bit of convincing needed, but as a doctor, he had both the medical knowledge and money for preparation — you seemed to want it so badly, after all. he just didn't expect how much he'd like it.

— he's completely gone

— he's completely gone pt. 2

— fucking himself onto you

— extra ; helping him destress after work (pls he's even wearing the same fuckass outfit)

rafayel had been one hell of a brat the entire week, teasing you by sending pictures of himself dolled up for you, sending voice messages of him whining and moaning for your cock, and even going as far as to sending videos of him playing with himself, all during your precious work hours.

— "this pretty toy is all for you to use."

— "please cutie, come home already. can't you see how much my cock misses you?"

— "you can make me feel better than this dumb vibrator."

finally free from work on the weekend, you show him the consequences of his actions.

— whining and crying already, when this was just the beginning of his punishment?

— being tortured stupid

you took it upon yourself to break down sylus. always somehow so irritatingly composed, you tried so many different ways to have him openly submit to you, when all you had to do was take the lead in bed. now was that tricky? yes. was having him moaning and letting you take control something you would trade entire universes for? also yes!!!!

— getting his ass fucked by you is more relaxing than he'd like to admit

— the more intimate the moment, the louder he moans for you

— seeing how far you could push him until he breaks

— roleplay; he's being a brat (he's mostly an obedient sub, he just wanted to feel how you would fuck him if he wasn't)

since xavier had long since gotten into the habit of waking you up with sex, it's only natural that it catches onto you as well.

— he's always just so sensitive when it comes to you

— morning handjob (this is sooo intimate subby xavier im in love)

— fucking him awake

— extra ; THIS IS SO HIM AHHHHH

multiple scenarios for caleb bc i can't think of one specific story to follow with videos...

— no-touch is the worst punishment for him :(

— but there's just something so addicting about it (sado-masochist switch much?)

— he could break out of the cuffs so easily, but the look on your face as you torture his cock is too sweet of a reward

— extra ; the shit he sends you

[we-rice-boi]

Up to now, I haven't posted anything!! Bro, I'm getting hit with the nastiest piece of writer's block!! Like I might as well start drawing comics again or posting my unfinished drafts, just raw.

Dis some bullshit.... maybe if I egt made enough I can start typing something...

PLZ GIVE ME SUBBY CALEB WRITING PROMPTS!! I BEG!!

I do not see enough fics where Caleb has a degradation kink and I'm gonna fix that. I need MC to be mean to him and for that man to bust in his pants at the thought of being under Mc's shoe.

Aka I'm working on it, cause this Fandom needs more sub Caleb.

[dianaagrotera]

i love how caleb remembers exactly how long mcs bite mark lasted like he could have said „you bit me really hard that time“ but no ofc he counted the days

[bittersvgar]

I saw a post about puppy!caleb and I can’t get that thought out of my head. 18+ towards the end so beware. Sloppy because it’s late asf and im tired but i js had to get it out.

The hybrid that granny took in, a small timid puppy, ears perking up once your scent registered in his dumb little brain. Untill he caought your scent. Then it was over. His ears perked up, tail wagging like he’d found his whole purpose in life. And maybe he had.

Puppy!caleb who doesn’t mind laying on the floor beside your small bed as kids, placing himself between the door incase an intruder tried their luck. Ears turning to the slightest sound, growls turning louder and more threatening as he got older. Its like his insticts are wired to protect you.

Puppy!caleb who whines when you lock yourself in the shower, hands pawing at the door as he begs you to let him in. He promises he won’t peek, he just wants to be beside you.

Puppy!caleb who shoves his face into your neck once your back from work, rubbing his scent all over as he scolds you for smelling like others. He complains that the cologne and perfume of your coworkers makes his nose hurt so you should keep your distance if you don’t want him complaining.

Puppy!caleb who just wants to please you. Which is why he gets everything done around the house. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, even fixing broken house appliances. He doesn’t want some random guy in his territory, so please don’t call an electrician to fix the lights. He has it covered.

Puppy!caleb who pants once you called him a good boy. Sitting on the floor between your legs as you stay seated in the couch, his face red and eyes droopy as he begs you to call him that again. Tail thumping on the carpet as you scratch his ears. Mind hazy as his gaze stays locked on you like you’re the sun and he’s never learned to look away.

He leans into your touch, voice a hushed whisper. “Say it again,” he begs, lips brushing your knee, “please…” He lives off your praise, your softness, your warmth. He doesn’t need much—just you, always you.

Puppy!caleb who groans if you continue praising him, hips bucking into the air searching for some type of friction. The tightness of his pants becomes too much, and he’s positive that there’s a big stain on his underwear due to the amount of precum seeping out. Caleb shuffled closer as he mounts your leg, drooling as your leg touches the bulge in his pants.

Puppy!caleb who whines about needing your help. Pushing his hips against your leg to cum but it just isn’t enough. He needs to be inside you, so won’t you just let him in? He promises he’ll be so good to you. He wants to take off his pants so badly but can’t seem to do so without your command. So please wont you just let him?

Puppy!caleb who is yours to command, and his only desire is to make you proud and satisfy you.

[cloudedangels]

A TEST OF CONTROL (18+)

2.3k words. PART 1/? not for minors! shoo!

Pt 2 -> here ♡ Pt 3 -> here

After being stood up three times, MC decides Caleb won’t earn her forgiveness without enduring some playful punishment. What starts as teasing quickly becomes a torturous test of Caleb’s self-control as she takes charge, drawing out every ounce of his restraint.

(Self-Indulgent and heavily inspired by 2-3 of Caleb’s lines in the cafe)

cw/tags: f!MC(reader), slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, dom!mc, sub!caleb, pilot!caleb, established relationship, teasing, punishment kink, edging, light power play, breath, withheld pleasure, delayed gratification, soft dom/sub, emotional tension, begging, dirty talk, gravity evol, fluff and smut, romantic smut, pining, touch, reward/punishment, kisses all over, oral tease, tension relief, switch dynamics, intimacy, NSFW, dominant/submissive, dubcon (mild), restraint, light pain play (scratching), suggestive language, mature themes, power imbalance, sensory teasing

MC is getting very, very annoyed with Caleb. He's canceled spending time with her twice with “emergency business” for the fleet. And even though when things like this happened before, Caleb tried his best to make it up to her, this time she figured she wouldn't be pleased until he received what she deems as a fair punishment. She sits on her couch, arms folded, waiting and waiting.  ‘I can't believe he canceled two days in a row and still has the nerve to be late today!!’

She flips through channels before hearing light boots and the sound of dangling keys. Then a soft rhythm of knocks follows. 

“It's open.”

She hears the soft click of the door but doesn't get up from the couch. Instead, she turns away and pouts, her head resting on the armrest. The footsteps come closer until Caleb is in front of her face, squatting down to eye level. 

“Hi, pipsqueak. Are you mad at me?” His big pretty eyes look like a sad puppy's.

“Guess.” She pokes him in the forehead with her finger, frustrated at how fast she wants to forgive him. “I was excited to see you. Two days ago, yesterday, this morning…” She scowls.

Caleb tries to hide a smirk at how bratty she's acting, knowing this show she puts on is a necessary and very cute step towards quick and easy forgiveness.

“I'm sorry, cutie,  you know I hate making you wait. The fleet—”

She pushes a finger to his lips before he can finish. “Shh. It's done anyways, no use explaining it again. But… I still haven't come up with a proper way to punish you.” She sits up properly on the couch and turns off the TV, the motion turning her away from him. But not before seeing his somewhat surprised expression.

He comes to sit next to her on the couch and suddenly her head is being turned to him. “Punish me however you like, I'm all yours, pips” She glares at the use of his gravity evol and shoves him onto his back as soon as he lets go of her face. 

“However I want, hm?” She hums.

Caleb lets out a soft “oof” as he lands on his back, laughing under his breath. His arm flops over his forehead like he's fainted. “Ah, Cruel Mistress, striking a defenseless man,” he groans dramatically.

MC narrows her eyes. “You don't look very sorry.”

He peeks at her through his fingers. “Maybe I'm just waiting to see what my punishment is.”

She climbs over him slowly, straddling his hips, and he swallows a bit too obviously. Her hands rest on his chest, steady, firm.

“You made me wait,” she says, low. “You got my hopes up. And you know how I get when I'm disappointed.”

He nods quickly. “You get pouty.”

“And a little mean,” she adds with a smirk, “Don’t you dare forget that.”

“Dangerous combination.” His voice is breathy now, no more teasing. “What are you going to do to me, pipsqueak?”

She leans in close, brushing her nose along his jaw. “You’ll find out. But not all at once. You’ll get it in doses… like I got my disappointment.”

His breath gets a bit heavy. There's no hiding the rises and falls of his chest as he searches for ways of maintaining control of himself. He doesn't touch her, his arms slack at his sides, his right arm hanging off the side of the couch. 

MC looks him in the eyes now, her face centimeters from him, and something dubious lights her expression. She holds his face in her two hands, their breath still mingling softly as Caleb searches her face for her next move, holding himself completely still. Her hips press into his abdomen, her arms across his chest,  her head tilted as she moves his chin down to look at her. “I know what I will do.”

He swallows again his Adam's apple bobbing. “Yeah? What is it, then?” His voice is a bit husky and low, she can almost hear the restraint. 

“Your self-control test is in order, I think.” She whispers into his ear, the action making him shiver beneath her. 

“My self-control test?” He says softly, eyes darting across her face for any sign of not meaning what she said. “Then do you want me to pass with flying colors... or fail miserably?”

She hums, low and thoughtful, the sound skimming along the shell of his ear. “That depends…”

Her fingers trail from his jawline down to the collar of his shirt, brushing barely-there touches that make him twitch under her. Her hips shift just a little, barely, but enough to remind him who’s in control.

“On?” he asks, and it’s a little breathless, a little desperate.

She meets his eyes again, her expression unreadable for a beat. Then, with a wicked little smile:

“On how entertaining your struggle is.”

He lets out a breath that sounds like a laugh caught in a groan. “Oh, I see. You want a show.”

MC nods, mock-innocent. “I waited three days. Seems fair I get some entertainment.”

“Then I hope you enjoy watching a man fall apart, your highness,” he mutters, trying to keep still even as her hands dip just under the hem of his shirt, palms warm against his skin.

She pauses, enjoying the tension curling tight between them. “You’re not allowed to move unless I say so,” she adds, brushing her lips against his cheek – but not quite kissing him. “And no evol. If I even feel a tug of gravity...”

“I won’t,” he promises instantly. “No evol. No hands. No movement. Just...” Torture.

She chuckles, finally settling her weight more firmly on his hips. “Exactly.”

His hands clench at his sides, his breathing uneven, and she can feel the tight coil of restraint beneath her like a drawn string.

“I should be mad at you more often,” she muses aloud. “You’re kind of cute like this.”

He closes his eyes with a strained smile breathing softly out his nose in an ironic chuckle. “Glad I can be of service.”

“Good,” she whispers, and leans in again. “Because I’ve just barely gotten started.”

His eyes flicker open at that, dark with anticipation and lust. She sees it all –  how tightly he's wound, how badly he wants to move, touch her, flip them over. And she also sees how hard he's trying not to. Her hands, splayed open, find their way slowly up his torso as she moves her hips, straddling him lower. He bites his lips, eyebrows knitted, breath catching as she can feel through their pants exactly how much he's holding back.

“Take your shirt off, Caleb.”

He doesn’t move. Not at first.

His eyes search hers, questioning, hopeful, desperate for permission, because technically, that would mean breaking the rules. And she's made those rules very clear.

So she just raises an eyebrow. “Huh? You need help understanding basic commands now, Pilot?”

That’s all it takes.

Caleb sits up slightly, just enough to reach behind his neck and pull the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, jaw tight the entire time. She watches the shift in his shoulders, the flex of restraint even in something so simple. He drops the shirt to the floor beside the couch without taking his eyes off her.

“Much better,  good boy.” She drags her palms across his now heaving chest, letting her nails trace faintly, enough to make him suck in a breath through his teeth. She's always loved his muscles, and as they flex with tightly bound desire she drinks him in with her gaze and careful touch.  

“Remind me to never upset you again…” he groans, laying back down as she pushes him gently. 

“You won't forget, I'm sure.” She smirks at him, truly enjoying him being so helpless.

“Please, can I fail just a little, pipsqueak?” He begs huskily, almost making her weak enough to forget her plan, but it's not enough.

“No way. Pass this with flying colors like you have everything else, my sweet Valedictorian. Perfect marks. Be a good boy.”

He nearly whimpers and she revels in it. 

“You’re taking this seriously,” she whispers, letting a finger trace the edge of his ribcage, “I appreciate the effort.”

“I’m trying so hard,” he grits, voice tight, strained, barely holding onto control. “You have no idea.”

“Oh but I do.” She grins devilishly at that, leaning in and planting a kiss to his throat. 

He trembles beneath her. His muscles are tense, breathing shallow– but he doesn't move. Doesn't grab, and he doesn't flip her over like she can tell he's dying to. His pulse thumps erratically against her lips.

“Three days,” she mutters softly, breath hot against his throat. “Do you know what that does to a girl?”

“I’m learning,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like he can’t take looking at her anymore without breaking her so called “rules”.

She leans in again, lips at the shell of his ear. “And if I decide I don’t want to let you pass this test?”

He grunts – wound up, helpless, so full of wanting it cuts through the air like static. “Then I’ll fail spectacularly,” he whispers, “but only if you make me. I'm already on the edge of it.”

She giggles softly, unable to contain how that pleases her. Her hands delicately grace his throat, resting there as she kisses just below his ear, then his jaw, the corner of his lips.  She slides her hands down his trembling body like reading scripture in braille as she kisses his throat (twice), his chest, his ribs… 

When her hands rest they are on either side of his waist, thumbs brushing up and down his stomach. His fists clench as she kisses his sternum, just above his belt, darting her tongue out for a millisecond. He twitches his hands, and in his pants. 

“I'm one move away from failing, MC," his voice is a husky groan as his head is thrown back, hands balled into shaking fists. "Is this a punishment... or...?”

“…Or?” she echoes, voice low, breath warm against his skin. She doesn’t lift her head. She just hovers there, lips parted just above the line of his belt, her fingers now resting unbearably light over his hip bones. The control in her touch is both maddening and deliberate. Calculated.

“...Do you want to keep going?” Caleb’s voice is gruff, harsh with self-control and want. “If you keep going, I won't be… able… to let you off the hook. Even if you claim you're doing… it on a whim…” He's breathless, frustrated, his knuckles turning white with gripped restraint. 

Her reply is syrupy and as sweet as it is torturous. “Shh… Are you forgetting” Another kiss to his sternum... “Who” A kiss to the cool metal of his buckle. “Is in charge?” Her breath hovers below his belt, her mouth centimeters away from his clothed arousal.

“Please…” Caleb chokes out,  desperately hanging by a tight thread of control. 

She lifts her head at this, allowing the word to linger in the air for just a moment before responding with a sweetened smile and a whispering voice. “You sound so desperate, Caleb… I like this… the sound of you begging for me… Music to my ears.”

He groans and it's deep and guttural, pained pleasure wrapped in reverence. His eyes flutter open, just enough to meet hers through the haze of desire and restraint.

“That’s because I am desperate,” he grits, voice shaking. “For you.”

Her lips curl into something between a smirk and a smile, satisfaction, maybe. Or mercy, laced with a promise she hasn’t decided to grant yet.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispers, almost mockingly tender as her fingers dip just under the waistband of his pants, but don’t venture further. Her touch is light, barely there, a spark without flame. “And you’ve been so obedient.”

His hips twitch, bucking just slightly beneath her, involuntary, restrained.

“I told you,” he breathes, “I’ll do anything. Just… please.”

She hums again, eyes half-lidded. “Mmm… you almost sound like you're sorry.”

“I am sorry,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

That does it.

She sits up slowly, eyes locked with his, hands dragging up his sides as she speaks.

“Good. Because only good boys get what they want.” A beat. “And you’ve been so good for me.”

He barely has time to exhale before she leans in again, this time with intent.

And then, all at once, she kisses him hard, pushing him flat against the couch again as the dam of tension finally, finally snaps. His hands rise, cautiously at first, then urgently, moving to grip her waist, as he grounds himself in the fact that yes, finally, the test is over.

She moves to unbutton his pants and undo his belt,  pulling it out of his pants and tossing it to the floor with a clank. Suddenly, Caleb's evol is hovering her above him, suspending her in air until he flips their positions. 

He's lifted up above her his hands and buff arms on either side of her head. “I might… fuck” he kisses her collarbone while moving one arm to take off her shirt. She lifts her arms as he pulls it up and off her, and the fabric joins his on the floor.

“You might what?” She asks him, her voice cracking with anticipation.

He bites her neck, drawing a mangled moan from her at last. He's breathing like an animal and already damp with sweat. “I might have… run out… of self control.” 

“You earned it… do your worst– and don’t make me wait for it.” She mutters, gripping him tightly. Knowing that with him, she always gets what she wants. One way or another.