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piroulinewafers · 3 days ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ghostface! caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: everything caleb does, he does it for her, even if his little bunny is far too stupid to understand that quite yet. 𝐜𝐰: dddne, noncon, threats of death, stalking, prey/predator dynamics, murder, violence, omorashi.

the woods were quiet tonight.

the soft, damp kind of quiet, where even the wind seemed to hush itself in reverence. caleb stood still beneath the canopy, moonlight glinting off the smooth curve of his hunting knife. he twirled it between his fingers idly, the same way a man might spin a pen at work.

calm. relaxed. almost bored.

there was blood on the leaves, spattered in constellations beneath the dying man’s boots. a body slumped against the trunk of a pine tree, breath rasping wetly through punctured lungs. his fingers twitched, reaching for something that wasn’t there— his phone, maybe, or hope.

caleb crouched in front of him slowly, his mask glinting faintly in the dark and covering his face.

“funny thing about you,” caleb murmured, voice low, eerily calm. “you really thought she smiled at you like that because she liked you.”

he tilted his head. the ghost face mask caught the moonlight just right— smooth, impassive. “you bought her coffee. a vanilla latte, right? you couldn’t even spell her name right.”

caleb stood over the man's trembling form, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped the knife tightly. the man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he lay on the cold, damp ground of the forest. caleb could see the terror etched on his face, could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for his life. but caleb felt no sympathy, no remorse. this man was a threat, a danger to the one person he cared about more than anything in this world.

he leaned in, close enough to whisper into the man’s ears. “you’re not the kind of guy who get to have a girl like her.” there was clear disgust in his voice. “bet you would’a fucked her and never called again,” he hissed. “bet you wouldn’t even remember what flavour she ordered. you don’t deserve her.”

the man whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the dirt as he tried to crawl away from caleb. but caleb was too quick, too strong. with a swift motion, he had the man pinned, the knife pressed against his throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the man's ear.

“you're a pathetic excuse for a man," caleb spat, his words dripping with contempt. “and now, you're going to pay for even thinkin’ you could have her." He punctuated his words with a sharp jab of the knife, not enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the darkened woods.

caleb's mind flashed back to the coffee cup, the one he had taken from the man's apartment. it was a plain thing, really, just a cheap cup from some coffee shop, disposable. but it had been hers, once. she had drunk from it, had left the lingering scent of her vanilla lotion and the faint sheen of her pink-tinted lip gloss on the rim.

caleb had kissed that rim, had tasted the faint remnants of her on the surface. the strawberry taste still lingered, mixed perfectly with the remnants of the vanilla latte. their first kiss, in a way, as indirect as it was. he’d thumbed over her name, albeit a crude misspelling of it, idly wondering what she had thought of such a silly mistake. one he would never make, of course.

the cup was in his room, preserved like a trophy, a reminder of what this man would never have.

“you’re pathetic," caleb repeated, shaking his head as he pressed the knife harder against the man's throat. “you don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her."

caleb's violet eyes flashed with a cruel, almost manic light as he stared down at his victim, a sneer twisting his handsome features beneath the grotesque mask. he could feel the man's terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy, but they only fueled the rage burning inside him. this pathetic excuse for a man had dared to pursue her, to think he could ever be worthy of her affection. it was an insult to her.

“you fell for it, didn't you?" caleb taunted, his voice dripping with mocking laughter. “the fake photos, the sweet words, the promises of love..." he shook his head, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him. “you actually believed it was real. you're even more stupid than i thought."

he dug his fingers into the man's skull, thick and strong from years of military training, and slammed the man's head back against the rough bark of the tree. the sickening crack of impact filled the air, followed by the man's agonized cry. caleb paid it no mind, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from the man's.

“coming out here, all alone, just for a chance to stick your dick in some girl while you were talking to mine?” caleb's words were like venom, spitting from his lips. “you didn't even have the sense to be suspicious. i could've been anyone, anything. but you couldn't resist the chance to fuck somethin’, could you?" he punctuated his question with a brutal punch to the man's ribs, feeling them crack under his force.

the sound of agony grated on his ears, but he paid it no heed. instead, he savored the delicious fear and desperation emanating from his victim, fueling the dark satisfaction coursing through his veins.

“shut up," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble beneath the grotesque mask. in one swift, brutal motion, he plunged his thick, gloved fingers into the man's open mouth, silencing his screams with a sickening muffled gargle.

the man's eyes bulged in terror as he choked and sputtered around the invading digits, his body convulsing in a panicked attempt to dislodge them. but caleb was merciless, his grip tightening as he forced his fingers deeper, pressing down on the man's tongue until it was pinned to the back of his throat.

“did you hear me?” caleb snarled, his face mere inches from the man's contorted features. “you don't deserve to make a sound, you piece of shit."

with his free hand, caleb raised the knife, the blade glinting cold and cruel in the moonlight filtering through the bare tree branches. he aimed it at the man's chest, directly over his frantically pounding heart. his movements were precise, memorized. he’d done this before, countless times. it almost came easier with each kill.

the man's eyes widened in dawning horror as he realized the true extent of his predicament, his struggles growing weaker and more desperate.

with a unnerving ease, caleb plunged the knife straight into the man’s heart, burying it to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. the man’s body shuddered once, twice, then went limp, his life’s blood beginning to seep out around the embedded blade, his bite on caleb’s fingers growing weaker with each passing moment.

caleb stood over him for a long moment, ensuring with grim satisfaction that the light had faded from the man’s eyes, that the last ragged breath had left his lungs. only then did he slowly withdraw the knife, huffing as he wiped the blood knife on his pants.

the woods were quieter now at least.

caleb stood still, his breath fogging in the cool night air, the ghost face mask pushed up a bit to reveal sweat-matted hair and a jaw clenched tight with some simmering emotion. beneath his boots, the soil had been turned over, scuffed and soaked— evidence of the struggle, now over.

his chest heaved as he stared at what was left. a body, slack and cooling. blood darkened the forest floor in uneven blotches, but caleb barely registered it anymore as he wiped a globed hand down the back of his top, annoyed by how messy is had gotten.

the irritation wasn’t guilt. no— it never was. it was the inconvenience.

he huffed and tilted his head back, eyes briefly closing.

and there she was. in his mind’s eye, like always. her name thrummed under his skin, a prayer that spilled without sound past his lips. that soft smile, the way she always said “thank you” when the barista handed over her order— not even realizing he was always there, a table or two away, watching her like clockwork.

they never really spoke. she waved sometimes, polite, kind. probably thought he was just another familiar face in the neigborhood. just a friendly acquaintance who offered to buy her coffee when she was short on change, who gave her instructions when she was heading somewhere new, who always opened the door for her.

but he wasn’t just that. not to her. at least, not in the twisted world he’d build around her.

back home, his room was a shrine, a sanctuary dedicated to her.

photos. dozens of them. blurry polaroids of her at the cafe, stepping off the bus, walking home alone at dusk. a few were torn at the corners, stained from being clutched a little too long in sweaty hands. others, almost wilted and thin, from “overuse” and vaguely blemish with semen stains. one had a coffee ring in the margin— accidental, but he didn’t mind.

he had her lip balm. found it once on the sidewalk outside the bookstore. her lost glove from last winter. a napkin she doodled on, then crumpled and tossed aside. a newspaper clipping with her name and picture framed. a dried flower she’d dropped once. five empty coffee cups he’d pulled from the trash, her lip gloss smudging the rims in faint pink arcs.

she was perfect.

and she was his.

it didn’t matter that she didn’t know that yet.

he hadn’t planned to kill, not at first. it started with warnings— scaring off the men who asked her out. eliminating those who smiled too long or lingered in her space. anyone who dared look at her for more than a passing moment. a young woman who had pushed past her a little too roughly while she was in a rush, bruising up his poor baby’s shoulder. anyone she complained about in passing to her friends while he was eavesdropping.

and now, the man who had bought her coffee and called her “sweetheart” with a little too much ease. caleb had found his profile online, catfished him and lured him here under a fake name alias with worrying ease. it hadn’t taken much, men were pathetic like that, thinking with their dicks.

now, the man was silent, another shadow to hide in the woods. caleb nudged the body once with his boot, watching the way it didn’t react. his face didn’t twist with regret. only mild annoyance.

caleb sighed and rolled his shoulders back, catching his breath as the silence of the woods settled around him once more. he reached down with one bloodied glove and lifted the ghostface mask dangling from his neck— the smooth plastic slick with condensation, the expression forever frozen in a mocking scream. empty black eyes, a drooping mouth stretched in theatrical terror.

he slid it back over his face, adjusting the strap until it clung tight, sealing away the man beneath. there was no use lingering here any longer, and anyways, it was growing late. he needed to be up early to catch her before she got on her morning bus.

he took one step back from the body— and froze.

a sound cracked through the stillness. a brittle gasp, followed by the sharp snap of a tree branch underfoot.

he turned sharply, eyes locking onto the pale figure at the edge of the clearing.

(name).

she stood halfway between the trees, framed by moonlight and disbelief. her hands were clutched to her chest, eyes wide, mouth parted in horror. she wasn’t supposed to be here— not now, not like this, not ever. her sundress fluttered faintly in the breeze, a red and white gingham patterned dress, a thin cream cardigan over her shoulders that did absolutely nothing against the bite in the air.

too cold for a girl like her. too fragile.

he wanted to scold her. what was she doing out here alone, dressed like that? didn’t she know what kind of things roamed the woods at night? didn’t she know what kind of men watched her?

his mind raced, heart pounding behind the blank mask.

she took a shaky step back, stumbling over the uneven ground. her eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to the still body behind him, and her breath hitched.

she was going to run.

caleb took a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate, hands low at his sides. not threatening. not yet. but she didn’t understand— she couldn’t. not with the mask. not with the blood.

“hey,” he breathed behind the mask, voice muffled and desperate, though she couldn’t hear it properly. “don’t run.”

she did anyway. or tried to. her heel caught on a root and she stumbled again, nearly falling.

it was pure instinct really, she spun and bolted, heart thumping in her throat as she picked herself up and ran as fast as she could through the woods, her feet pounding against the earth as she fled.

behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing echoed through the trees, drawing closer with each passing second. caleb's violet eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as he watched his prey flee, a dark thrill surging through him. he could see the fear etched into every line of her body, the way her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she ran.

her hair whipped behind her as she leapt over fallen tree stumps, the rough bark scraping against her palms and leaving faint red lines etched into her soft skin. sharp branches clawed at her cheeks, catching in her hair and snagging the sleeves of her sweater. she barely felt the sting, too consumed by the primal urge to escape the terrifying man pursuing her.

to caleb, she looked like a little bunny, all wide-eyed and panicked, her legs pumping furiously as she zigged and zagged through the dense underbrush. he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, could practically taste the fear radiating from her trembling form. it was intoxicating, invigorating, and he found himself chasing after her with renewed vigor.

his long strides ate up the distance between them, and he could feel himself gaining on her with each passing second. she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of the masked figure rapidly approaching. a choked sob tore from her throat, spurring her to run even faster.

her voice was pitched with genuine fear, unaware who this man was, only that he was chasing her with the single-minded intent of causing her harm.

caleb could hear the desperation in her voice, the way it wavered and broke on the frigid air. he could see the way her chest heaved with each labored breath, could practically feel her heart pounding in time with his own. he knew she was tiring, knew that her legs would give out soon.

caleb reveled in the thrilling pursuit, his heart pounding with a dark exhilaration as he leisurely chased after his terrified prey. He could have easily overtaken her in an instant, his military training and natural athleticism far surpassing her own meager physical abilities. but he indulged her, letting her believe she had a chance at escape, even as he relished the delicious sounds of her desperate panting and the melodic, if frightened, cries spilling from her pretty lips.

to him, she was a vision of helpless beauty, her dark hair whipping wildly behind her as she stumbled through the underbrush. like a frightened little bunny, he mused, watching her legs pump furiously and her eyes dart about, wide and fearful. he could see the way her dress, a delicate gingham print, fluttered against her thighs with each panicked stride. it was almost a shame to see such a lovely garment marred by the occasional green smudge of grass and dirt, clinging to the fabric as she ran.

caleb's eyes narrowed as he watched her approach a fallen tree trunk, its gnarled roots stretching out like the skeletal fingers of some long-buried creature. he could see the poorly timed jump coming from a mile away, could practically predict the precise moment she would lose her footing. and yet, he made no move to stop her, no attempt to warn her of the impending fall.

as he suspected, her foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her tumbling to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and startled cries. caleb slowed his pace, his heart clenching unexpectedly as he watched her pretty dress ride up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs to the cold air and the unforgiving forest floor. her knees, he noted with a pang of something almost akin to tenderness, were already littered with thin red lines, the scratches a testament to her desperate flight.

approaching her, deliberately, caleb reached out and settled a large, gloved hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to scramble away from him. but he held her firm, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pinned to the ground, to remind her of his strength.

caleb grimaced as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her desperate attempts to escape only serving to annoy and frustrate him further. the sight of her skin, now scraped and scratched from her collision with the forest floor, only added to his growing exasperation.

with a low grunt, he move to step on her dress with a large, dirty boot, further restricting her movement and ability to escape.

“shhh,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble beneath the grotesque mask. “you're only makin’ this harder for yourself." despite his gentle words, there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a dark warning that went unheeded by his squirming prey.

she, however, failed to heed his unspoken advice, continuing to thrash and struggle, her small fists pummeling weakly at his arms ands legs as she tried to push him away.

caleb gritted his teeth, a low growl building in his throat as he fought the urge to simply pin her down by force, to overwhelm her with his superior strength until she submitted.

but she was relentless in her desperation, her fear lending her a strength she might not have otherwise possessed. caleb could feel her heart racing beneath her dress, could hear the ragged, terrified gasps of air escaping her pretty lips as she panted with exertion and fear.

caleb's patience snapped like a frayed rope. with a sharp, frustrated hiss, he reached for the knife at his belt, the blade glinting cold and menacing in the fading light. he pressed the tip against the delicate skin of her shoulder, feeling it yield beneath the unrelenting pressure.

a choked scream filled the air, her body going rigid beneath him as the realization of her true danger crashed over her like a wave. but caleb paid her no heed, his focus solely on pinning his little bunny to the ground, on ending her foolish struggles once and for all.

caleb's violet eyes glinted with a dark, almost feverish light as he watched the knife pierce her delicate skin, a thin line of crimson welling up around the invasive blade. he could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the ragged, terrified sobs spilling from her lips as he forced the knife deeper, the metal sinking into the soft earth with a sickening squelch.

but caleb was not a cruel man, not truly, at least not with her. he knew he had to be careful, had to ensure that his little bunny remained unharmed, save for the necessary wounds to keep her pinned and at his mercy.

he thought of her as a delicate butterfly, one that he longed to pin to a board, to preserve for all eternity. the image sent a perverse thrill through him, a dark desire to claim her, to possess her completely.

with a final, brutal twist, caleb forced the blade through the dirt, the knife now standing upright and pinning her shoulder to the ground. she let out a choked whimper, her body going pliant beneath him as the last vestiges of her strength drained away. caleb could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he pressed down on her, keeping her immobilize.

“shhh…” he murmured again, his voice a low, soothing rumble beneath the lifeless mask. “you gotta be still, now. fightin’ will only make this harder for you." he traced the line of her jaw with a gloved finger, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath the supple leather, at the delicate curve of her chin.

caleb's gaze raked over the length of her body, taking in the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. he could imagine her, forever preserved in this moment, a pretty bug pinned to a velvet board, her wings forever spread in a futile attempt at escape.

the thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through him, a deep longing to claim her, to keep her, to make her his for eternity. he knew it was a sinful, twisted desire, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the mere idea of owning this beautiful creature, of watching her tremble and squirm.

“’m not gonna hurt you. not really." the lie rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and sweet, even as his heart raced with a dark, twisted excitement.

the sudden scent of urine assaulted his nostrils, the acrid aroma of her fear and humiliation filling the air between them. caleb's gaze flicked down, taking in the dark stain spreading across the fabric of her panties, the damp patch growing larger and more prominent with each passing second. the moisture had seeped through the thin cotton, leaving a telling wet spot on the dirt beneath her trembling form.

“you’ve made a mess, haven't you?" caleb taunted, a cruel edge to his voice as he pointed out her shameful display. “like a little kid, pissin’ herself in fear. do i really scare you that much?.” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disapproval even as a perverse thrill ran through him at the sight of her debasement.

all that left her was a pathetic whimper , her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red beneath the dirt and tears streaking her face. she tried weakly to close her legs, to hide the evidence of her fear, but caleb was having none of it.

he pressed the toe of his boot firmly against her thigh, the rough leather digging into her soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, keeping her shamefully exposed.

“please," she begged, her voice breaking on a pathetic, choked sob. “d-don’t—“ tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples and disappearing into her hair. she was utterly humiliated, her pride and dignity stripped away, leaving her raw and vulnerable beneath his merciless gaze.

caleb could feel the way her thigh trembled beneath his boot, could sense the desperate, futile way she strained against the knife pinning her down. he knew she was trying to close her legs, to hide the dark stain of her shame, but he wouldn't allow it. no, he wanted her to feel the full force of her humiliation, wanted her to know that he saw her, that he knew the true depths of her fear. that he still loved her regardless.

unable to resist, caleb reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, his fingers curling around the bunched up fabric. with a sharp, brutal tug, he yanked the skirt up and over, exposing her stained panties and the creamy skin of her thighs to the chilly night air. he could see the way the flimsy cotton clung to her slit, the dampness spreading like a sickening rorschach test.

“dirty girl.”

as she thrashed and struggled, her foot caught on the bottom of caleb’s mask, the rough edge catching and tugging. for a moment, the mask threatened to lift up completely, to reveal the identity of her attacker. it lifted just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, his mouth and the firm frown now settled on dry lips.

caleb cursed under his breath, his hand flying up to grip the mask, holding it firmly in place even as he glared down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated anger and frustration.

“fuckin’ squirmy brat," caleb snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl.

he pressed down harder on the knife handle pinning her shoulder, forcing a pained cry from her lips. the sound only fueled caleb's twisted lust, his cock twitching in his pants as he reveled in her suffering.

he could feel her trembling beneath him, could sense the way her body instinctively tried to shy away from his touch. but there was no escape, no respite from the nightmare she now found herself in.

“don’t cry now, bunny,” caleb mocked, his thumb rubbing cruel circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her skin even through the soaked fabric. “i’m not doin’ anythin’ you don’t want.”

caleb could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton, could sense the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her fear and revulsion.

she whimpered pathetically, fresh tears leaking from her eyes as she stared up at her attacker with a look of utter desperation. “please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, “please, don't do this. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. j-just let me go."

a harsh, barking laugh tore from his throat, devoid of any true humor. “you beg so prettily. i think you're just a brat who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?”

caleb fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to ‘nod’ in response to his line of questioning. it only forced another whine and whimper past her lips.

he pressed his thumb harder against her slit, rubbing the sensitive nerves through the damp fabric until she was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape.

caleb's other hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, his fingers curling beneath the elastic as he began to tug the garment down. she let out a choked sob, her hands scrabbling against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she tried to stop him, to hold the last barrier between them in place.

but it was no use. with a sharp, brutal yank, caleb tore the panties down her thighs, leaving them tangled around her knees.

his breath came in harsh, ragged pants as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his desperation to claim his prize overriding any semblance of control. he could feel the heat of his own arousal burning through him, his cock throbbing and aching for the tight, warm embrace of her most intimate depths.

this was all he’d ever wanted.

with a low, animalistic growl, caleb fisted his hand in her hair once more, gripping the tresses tightly as he forced her head to the side. her cheek pressed against the cold, damp earth, the soil clinging to her flushed skin as she whimpered, still squirming uselessly.

“stop movin’, you’re going to make a bigger mess.”

straddling her hips at least somewhat, caleb freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, the thick length slapping against the smooth skin of her thigh with an obscene sound. precum leaked from the swollen, purplish head, smearing a sticky trail of moisture across her flesh as he ground his hips against hers.

she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the force of her terror and disgust. she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could sense the way it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. the knowledge of his intent, of the violation he meant to inflict upon her, made her want to scream, to claw at the earth and beg for mercy.

but caleb was beyond mercy, beyond reason. he could only think of one thing, could only focus on the primal, all-consuming need to claim this defiant little brat, to make her his in the most brutal and primal way possible.

bringing his fingers to his mouth, caleb sucked on them, coating the digits with his saliva. he could taste the salt of her tears, the bitter tang of her fear, and it only spurred him on further, only made him more determined to take what he wanted.

with a rough, brutal motion, caleb forced his slick fingers between her thighs, lewdly smearing his saliva on her cunt, using a thumb to circle her little entrance. sloppily, he lined his throbbing, aching cock to her hole, gritting his teeth as he heard her begin to wail.

with that, caleb drove forward with a brutal, animalistic snarl, the thick head of his cock pushing past her dry, clenched folds. he could feel her tightness, could sense the way her virgin walls resisted his invasion, clinging desperately to the last shreds of her innocence.

but caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to care about her pain, her suffering.

he set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against her with each brutal thrust. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with her anguished cries and caleb's own harsh, ragged pants.

he could feel every inch of her tight, hot cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and it only spurred him on, only made him fuck into her harder, deeper, with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the pain and the cruel, relentless assault on her most intimate place. she could feel every excruciating inch of caleb's cock stretching her, splitting her open, as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. the knife in her shoulder jostled with each brutal thrust, sending bolts of agony radiating through her arm and down her spine.

but even through the pain, she could feel something else, a traitorous spark of pleasure that made her want to scream even louder, to wail her torment to the uncaring sky above. it was a sick, twisted reaction, her body betraying her as the man used her for his own sick gratification.

“shhh, no one can hear you here. ‘wouldn’t want to attract a big, scary animal when you’re in such a state, hm?”

he could feel her shiver beneath him at his words, biting her tongue as she sobbed and cried.

so, so cute.

caleb could hear the way her screams took on a different pitch, a higher, more desperate sound that sent a dark thrill through his veins. he had imagined this moment countless times, had pictured her just like this— naked, helpless, and screaming her pleasure even as he violated her. he had stroked his cock to the thought of her, had spilled his seed on the stolen mitten and her pretty polaroid, imagining the way she would sound, the way she would feel wrapped around him.

“you’re just as pretty as i thought," caleb grunted, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “such a good little brat, screaming for me like this. i knew you'd be a screamer, known it from the moment i first saw you."

caleb could feel the sudden, sharp tension that gripped her body as the realization dawned on her with his careless slip. the tight clench of her inner walls around his pistoning cock became almost painfully exquisite, her muscles fluttering and grasping as if trying to expel the unwanted invader.

he gritted his teeth against the sudden resistance, his hips stuttering briefly before he forced himself to maintain the brutal, punishing pace.

she remained silent aside from her sobs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and muffled whimpers. the knowledge that this attack was not the random act of a stranger, but a targeted assault by someone who knew her, had been watching her, hung heavy in the air between them.

caleb knew he should be more careful, and yet… he enjoyed the thought of her being more wary, constantly looking over her shoulder, horrified that her stalker and rapist would come around the corner and hunt her down again.

leaning in closer, caleb brought his masked face down to hover mere inches above hers. through the eyes, he could see the wide, horrified eyes staring back at him, the whites glinting in the moonlight. he could feel her breath, hot and ragged, puffing against the cold plastic of his mask. he knew she couldn't see his face, not truly, but he wanted her to know he was there, that he was the one violating her, claiming her.

“ease up, bunny," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble even as his hand slid up to grip her thigh. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading, reminding her of his strength, his dominance. “you’re only making this harder on yourself."

he could see the confusion and fear warring in her eyes, could sense the way her mind raced with questions she dared not ask. he knew she wanted to know why, wanted to understand the reason behind this sick, twisted assault. but caleb had no intention of explaining himself, of giving her the closure she craved.

instead, he wanted to savour this moment, to revel in the power he held over her. he had dreamed of this for so long, had fantasized about the way she would feel, the way she would sound as he took her. and now, here she was, pinned beneath him, her body yielding to his every brutal thrust.

“kiss me.”

caleb could sense her confusion, could see the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his gruff command. she let out a weak, choked sound, her voice hoarse from screaming and the dirt clinging to her tear-stained cheeks.

“b-but—“ she sputtered weakly, her words trailing off into a muffled whimper.

a grin twisted Caleb's lips beneath the mask as he reached up with his free hand, tapping against the large, downturned mouth carved into the plastic. he traced the curved line, his thumb pressing against the cold, smooth surface, before he pressed his own lips together in a mocking imitation of a kiss beneath the mask, not that she could see.

“kiss me," caleb repeated, his voice a low, menacing rasp, a demand. “i wanna feel your pretty lips on mine. don’t make me ask twice."

he could see the way her chest heaved with panicked, shallow breaths, the way her tearful eyes searched his masked face for any hint of mercy.

even with the dirt smudging her fair skin and the few stray scratches marring her delicate features, even with her hair a wild, mussed tangle around her face, caleb found her more beautiful than he ever had before.

she was a vision of debased, defiled perfection, a fallen angel splayed out beneath him, her wings clipped and broken. the sight of her like this, the knowledge that he was the one to bring her so low, sent a dark, possessive thrill through caleb's veins. he wanted to mark her, to claim her in every way possible, to make her his for all eternity.

she let out a choked sob, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly.

with a pointed thrust, he growled again, his patience wearing thin. his hand slid up to grip her chin, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forced her head to turn towards him. he could feel the way she trembled, could sense the desperate, futile way she tried to pull away. But he held

she hesitated, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the downturned mouth of the mask hovering before her. with a shuddering, reluctant motion, she leaned in, pressing her soft, tear-stained lips against the cold, unyielding plastic. a choked sob escaped her as she did, her breath hitching and catching in her throat.

caleb's eyes widened in shock beneath the mask at the feeling of her lips against his own, even through the barrier of plastic and fabric. the shy, hesitant gesture sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fire in his core that he couldn't hope to extinguish. unable to resist the urge, caleb found himself pressing his own lips back against the inside of the mask, as if he could feel the ghost of her kiss, the phantom pressure of her mouth against his own.

it was too much, too intense, too perfect. the sensation of finally claiming her lips, even in such a way, of marking her in the most intimate way possible, coupled with the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around his pistoning cock, pushed caleb over the precipice.

with a guttural, animalistic groan that echoed through the mask and into the night air, caleb came, his hips jerking and stuttering as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside of her.

his nails dug into the soft flesh of her sides, the sharp points of his gloves biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, to brand her as his own. caleb could feel her own body convulsing beneath him, her legs quivering and shaking as her own release washed over her. the walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop of his essence.

she let out a strangled, broken cry, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashed through her. tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged, painful breaths as she came undone beneath caleb, her body betraying her with the force of her unwanted pleasure.

caleb could only groan in dark ecstasy as he pumped load after load of his hot cum into her spasming cunt, filling her up until she was dripping with his seed.

he had dreamed of this moment for so long, had fantasized about claiming her, violating her, and now it was finally happening. she was finally his in every way that mattered.

caleb remained still, buried deep inside her spasming heat, as he listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers. her body twitched and shuddered around him, hypersensitive from the brutal, unwanted pleasure he had forced upon her. he could feel every clench, every flutter of her inner walls as she tried to adjust to the thick, heavy load of his seed sloshing inside her.

a dark, possessive part of caleb reveled in her distress, in the knowledge that he had broughther to such a broken, shattered state. he knew she probably feared for her life, probably believed that he meant to snuff out her existence as easily as he had violated her body. but Caleb had no intention of killing her, not when he had so much more planned for her.

no, everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her.

caleb gritted his teeth as he felt her body beginning to still, her sobs fading into hiccuping, shuddering breaths. with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her cunt, the obscene sound of their mixed fluids filling the air as he withdrew.

she let out a choked, pained whimper as caleb’s cock slipped free of her battered body, a fresh gush of cum leaking out of her abused hole to trickle down the curve of her ass. she made a feeble attempt to close her legs, to cover herself, but caleb was quicker. he stepped forward, his boot pressing down on her thigh, pinning her beneath his heel and keeping her trapped, all spread open for his viewing pleasure.

caleb tucked himself away with quick, efficient motions, his pants and mask slipping back into place as he loomed over her broken form. he could see the way she stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion, her tearful eyes searching his masked face for answers, for some hint of his intentions.

a sigh escaped caleb’s lips hearing her go back to her pathetic begging, pitiful and annoying as he finished adjusting himself.

he wanted to shake her, to scream at her that she was being foolish, that he would never dream of ending her life.

didn't she understand that everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her? that everything he did was a necessary evil, that even hurting her was needed so she could understand what would happen if he wasn’t there watching over her?

but she was too blind, too stupid to see the truth. she could only focus on her own fear, on the pain and humiliation of being violated in such a brutal manner. caleb knew he would have to be patient, would have to guide her gently towards the path of enlightenment.

with a grunt of effort, caleb reached down and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife protruding from her shoulder. she let out a sharp, pained cry as he slowly, carefully eased the blade out of her flesh, a small trickle of blood welling up in its wake.

“shh, quiet now," caleb murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble even as he discarded the knife to the side. “i’m not gonna kill you yet.” he ran a hand through his hair, the dark strands slightly disheveled from their brutal coupling. “i like to play with my food first.”

caleb then bent down, his masked face hovering over hers as removed his boot from her thigh. she let out a shuddering breath as the pressure against her leg eased, as the crumpled fabric of her dress was released from beneath his heel.

“now, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this," caleb hummed, his voice threatening. “promise me that you'll keep this our little secret, just between us, alright bunny?”

caleb watched with an amused smile as she violently nodded her head, her tear-stained face twisting in a mixture of horror and desperate agreement. she forced herself to sit up, her movements clumsy and pained as she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.

the sight of her, bruised and battered, her dress torn and hiked up around her hips, sent a strange sensation through caleb's chest. he found her so damn cute like this, so utterly adorable in her fear and distress. he wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture her lips with his own once more, to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that would leave no doubt as to who she belonged to.

but he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to be smart, had to play this just right. he couldn't let her know that he was the one behind the mask, the one who had violated and defiled her so thoroughly. not yet, anyway.

instead, he nudged her thigh with the toe of his boot, the casual, almost playful gesture a stark contrast to the brutal way he had just used her.

“run, little bunny," caleb taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. “run as fast as you can, before I change my mind and decide to have some more fun with you."

she shuddered at the threat, her body jerking as if physically struck. she didn't need to be told twice.

with a choked sob, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath her. she cast one last terrified glance up at Caleb, at the imposing figure looming over her, before she turned and stumbled away.

caleb watched her go, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her retreating form disappear into the shadows of the woods. he knew she wouldn't tell anyone, knew that his sweet little bunny was too smart to risk his wrath again. she was a good girl, his girl, and he knew she would keep this their special secret.

her lingered in the quiet hush of the woods, shadows stretching long beneath the fading twilight long after she was out of sight, lost in thoughts of her.

a slow, almost tender smile curved beneath the ghostface mask. soon, he would stand before her as himself— caleb— no mask, no darkness. just a man who loved her more than reason.

tomorrow, when he finds her at the café— eyes weary, hands trembling— she’ll have no choice but to lean on him. he’ll be the shoulder she cries on, the calm in her chaos, welcoming her with open arms that know no refusal.

he imagined her cheeks flushed with quiet trauma, her wide eyes searching, needing comfort. she would need him, and he would be there— a steady harbour in the storm of her fear. his arms would wrap around her like a shield, warm and unwavering.

the words he would speak were already rehearsed in his mind— soft promises, whispered only for her ears, meant to soothe the trembling inside her, to remind her she was never alone. because caleb knew her better than anyone. he knew exactly what she needed.

the forest held its breath as he exhaled slowly, the scent of pine and earth grounding the obsession that drove him— a love fierce enough to shatter the silence of the night.

she would need him. she would come to him. and when she did, he’d be waiting.

ghostface caleb i lobe u... my door is literally wide open. i've been working on this for awhile but i don't think i'm the best person to put my ideas into writing because i get so repetitive and i always end up losing the plot. maybe if i proofread my works before posting i would eliminate this issue however i would like to save myself the embarrassment.

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mwphisto · 1 month ago

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“So fucking cute, Caleb!”

Your thighs burned with the effort of dropping your hips and picking them up again. The muscles nearly trembling as you attempt to steady yourself on his shoulders.

“You’re so cute it makes me mad.” You whine again, studying his blissfully fucked out expression as your cunt swallowed his cock over and over again.

“Makes me wanna eat you up…” you couldn’t help it, dropping your hips particularly hard so you could roll them against his pelvis. “Sh-shit, pips… easy…ow!”

Your fingers reach up, squeezing the fat of his cheek between your thumb and knuckles. The motion bares his teeth to you, making his mouth fall open in surprise as his nails dig dully into your soft hips.

“You’re just so cute, Caleb… can’t help myself!” You begin moving again, the bouncing shallows a bit due to the strain creeping up your spine. “Makes me mad how cute you are.”

You’re clenching around him, body tensing with the overwhelming emotions you feel. For a second, you swear Caleb’s eyes are going to roll back into his skull.

“My cute boy, the absolute cutest.” You finally let go off his cheek, falling forward to kiss him stupid.

“My perfect, cute boy.” You gasp as you pull back, hips working overtime as pleasure floods your veins. “My cute boy with the prettiest cock, right? My pretty cock to fuck.”

“Y-yes! All yours, all yours, pips. Promise!”

Tears collect at the corners of his eyes but he’s not relenting, his restless hips now flying upward to meet your sloppy thrusts. “All mine, I’m so lucky I have such the cutest, prettiest, sweetest—“ you can’t even finish your sentence before Caleb is spilling his load.

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loveotus · 2 days ago

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⌗ character ; caleb ⌗ masterlist

it’s been years since you and caleb have seen each other. you used to have daydreams of meeting him again— maybe bumping into him on the street, or catching sight of him on a bus. but never, ever in any of those dreams did you ever imagine seeing him again in a restaurant of all places. as your waiter— while you’re on a date!

“hi, name.” caleb smiles, unable to hide his joy. he saw you walk in— and there are truly no words that can describe how he feels right now. sure, he’s happy to see you— so happy. but the creature beside you surely ruins the mood. “are you on a date?“ he’d muse, tilting his head.

“uh… yeah. caleb, meet, um..” you trail off, your tone unsure. this is so awkward— the one moment you decide it’s finally time to just move on and find someone other than caleb to love… he appears!

“nevermind him. what would you like to order?” caleb says, leaning down slightly. and for the rest of the evening; things like that tend to happen. caleb doesn’t focus on that thing you’re on a date with— he serves you.

and by the end of your long, rather awkward date— you notice caleb writing something on the receipt. you get no time to read what it says before your date grabs it and crumples it up.

but you never see that man again.

on the bright side, at least you’ve had more opportunities to reconnect with caleb… right?

loveotus - ʚɞ - do not plagiarise, modify, or feed to ai

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cherryredstarz · 2 months ago

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Caleb is so big.

He’s balls deep in your poor cunt, going for so long you’re squirting with every thrust, soaking your bedsheets. You’re moaning incoherently as his cock bullies your cervix and stroked your gummy walls with unrelenting fervor.

He’d walked in your bedroom around 10:30 ish to check on you, and found you crying on your little pink dildo, because it just wasn’t enough. Caleb had grinned, showing his own was the same color before tossing it into your trash can and pulling off his sweats.

Now he’s pounding your sweet, soaked pussy—you’re just as tight and perfect as he’d imagined you’d be. Your cute face is all scrunched up as you whimper and cry because his dick is just so damn big, and he’s already made your poor overstimulated pussy cum twice.

He loves the view of your thighs over his shoulders, watching how some of his sperm squelches out of you with every deep thrust.

Your poor pink bunny bedsheets are soaked with cum and sweat, and your poor plushies must be horrified.

Caleb sees that hazy little look in your eyes, admiring the trail of tears traveling down your cheeks because your sweet body ‘couldn’t take it’. He was certain you liked it since you’d blatantly refused to say your safe word.

Your sweet cries increase as he begins a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your ass—the wet, lewd sounds filling your bedroom are just so perverted. You moan as Caleb twists one of your nipples in his mouth, leaving hickey after hickey on your soft skin. He moans pretty, too, about hour perfect you are. Swears pour from his mouth as his thrusts become sporadic and jerky, before he moans and bites your neck, his biceps curling around your hips and shoulders as he fucks his second load deeper into you.

His beautiful girl.

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swanlikely · 6 days ago

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Current Brainrot: Drunk Reader! w/ Boyfriend Caleb!

Author's Note: I wanted to write something sweet again—him being a little overbearing but it’s cute. This is Caleb and his girl being gross and cringe, and in love, as usual. Please check out the artist! She's such a sweetie, and she's talented! (Artist & Original Post)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and I'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB!reader, pet names, possessive behavior, alcohol use (reader), slight dub-con (if you squint), suggestive ending.

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Caleb is the kind of boyfriend who says, “Go have fun, baby,” and means it; but still stands posted, watching, in the corner of every bar you drag him to. He lets you dance, drink, flirt with your friends, yell-laugh at karaoke, and scream-sob over fries in the back booth like it's a sacred ritual. All while he nurses a single drink and watches you with the kind of soft-eyed amusement that says: That’s my girl. Loud, messy, gorgeous. Mine.

Anyone who looks too long gets a stare. Not a scowl; not enough to draw attention. Just a faint warning in his eyes. He doesn't interrupt, only hovers. But everyone knows you didn’t come here alone.

You catch his gaze across the bar more than once. He doesn’t budge. Just lifts his brows like, You sure? — and when you pout, he caves. Of course he does.

He doesn’t even like dancing. He just likes you.

And he follows you like it’s instinct. Loyal in that quiet, unshakable way; like a dog who’s chosen their person and never once thought of looking back. He keeps the dog tag you gave him years ago in pristine condition, always polished and shining on the chain around his neck. You joked about it once, calling it his collar.

He’d smile, fingers brushing over it absentmindedly. Like it was a privilege he never planned to take off.

Sometimes, when you’re feeling extra bratty, you'd call him your golden retriever boyfriend.

Big. Loyal. Always underfoot. Quick to roll over and give you anything you want.

He usually snorts, eyes gleaming. “I’m a Colonel, Pips, not a pet.”

“Uh-huh,” you hum, poking at his chest. “You follow me around all night, you take my boots off, you carry my bag, and you’d probably bark if I asked.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow. He considered it, for a moment at least.

You pause, then snicker. “Actually, you’re more like a German shepherd.”

He just shrugs, smirking. “I bite if I have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. My big tough lapdog.” You slur as those glossy lips lifted into a grin.

That earns you a growl: low, playful, and way too pleased.

By the time he gets you home, you’re giggling at nothing and absolutely useless. Your boots are halfway off, your eyeliner is migrating to your temples, and you're swaying on your feet like the floor’s made of jelly.

But Caleb? Caleb lives for this part.

He’s all quiet efficiency now. Scoops you into the bathroom with one arm around your waist and sits you on the counter. He holds your chin with his cool metal hand as he swipes away your makeup with a cotton pad, eyes fixed on your face like you’re some precious artifact.

“You had fun tonight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing under your eye. “You look like a raccoon.”

“You love raccoons,” you grin, and he huffs a laugh.

He helps you out of your clothes next — not even in a weird way (not yet, anyway), just slow and patient, peeling off layers like you're delicate. Your socks are the last to go, and he rolls them down with that same robotic hand, his touch cold but sweet as he kisses the inside of your ankle.

He adores this. Taking care of you. Spoiling you. Making sure you never have to lift a finger if you don’t want to. You’d barely have to ask; Caleb would already be there, already doing it, like it’s wired into him.

“You’re such a sap,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut.

“Maybe,” he says, lips brushing higher up your leg. “But you’re mine.”

His voice dips on that word. Not playful. Final.

And when he presses one more kiss — higher, warmer, slower; your breath hitches just a little.

Not so drunk now, are you?

He chuckles at the look on your face. “C’mon, Pips,” he says, voice low as he leans in. “Let me tuck you in. And if you’re real good…”

His mouth brushes your ear.

“…maybe I won’t stop there.”

You barely get a breath in before his lips trail along your jaw, down your neck, unhurried like he’s tracing a map he’s already memorized. His metal hand drifts up your thigh, cool and relaxed, while his other curls behind your knee, tugging you just a little closer to the edge of the counter.

“You were drivin’ me crazy tonight,” he murmurs, and your skin begins to vibrate. He was electrifying. “Spinnin’ around like that, laughin’ like I didn’t want to drag you out of there and keep you all to myself.”

“You don’t even realize what you do to me,” you catch the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and something uniquely Caleb—clean, a little musky, and completely intoxicating. “All night, I wanted to touch you—wanted to pull you close, but I held back.”

“I was good,” he hums, voice low. “I waited. But damn, it was hard not to just… reach for you.”

There’s no teasing in it. Just that low, confessional tone he gets when he’s close to breaking. When he’s been good for too long.

“I watched you have your fun,” he says, lips brushing your sternum, “now let me have mine.”

Your head lolls back against the mirror as his tongue flicks against your skin, warm where his hand is cold, and your whole body goes pliant under his touch. He kisses down your stomach, sinking to his knees without a single word of warning, spreading your legs with a reverence that makes your pulse stutter.

“Shh,” Caleb soothes, but a shiver and a flash of heat travels through your middle.

“I’ve got you now,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded as he presses a kiss between your thighs, like a thank you. Like a promise.

“You don't have to do anything else tonight, Pips,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

And he does.

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zaynesparadise · 2 months ago

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*⃝̥ SWITCHIN’ THE POSITIONS FOR UUUU :3 ── 𝐳 & 𝐜

.ﾟ🪩 ⟡ | brief post about beb & zay’s fav positions- very brief!

pairing. — MDNI (17+) fem!reader (hella freaky) x 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 & 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 (not a threesome unforch) warnings. basically bringing positions & 34+35 to life, sex positions, quick n short smut, drooling :p petnames, anal fingering omg (this one’s for my caleb anal freak believers), FREAKleb, unprotected sex, creampies, zayne uses his evol !! slight temperature play, tit play cuz boobs ♡ :3 horny big cock caleb & horny big cock zayne :3 enjoy wc. 2.1k a,n. this took me so long for NO REASON !!! anywho not proofread, finished this at 5 am when i have a reproductive health assignment for tmrw.. but idgaf THIS is my reproductive health assignment 🙂‍↕️

જ CALEB. the colonel is a man of many talents, including his ability to pull off any and every position you wanted. missionary, doggy, 69, mating press, you name it— he’s in it before you even finish asking for it. if you wanted this six feet two man to do the splits for you in the middle of the bed, believe it or not he wouldn’t even hesitate to do that and more just for you (he values your happiness & pleasure over everything if you couldn’t tell) that being said— one position in particular will always have caleb drooling at the mouth with his eyes crossed: reverse cowgirl.

“fuuuuck yes.. baby— just like that.” caleb babbled on and on behind you, sweat glistening and rolling down his toned skin while his chest rose up and down, up and down rapidly, you noted the wavering in his words, the way his massive hands massaged your hips after gripping onto the supple skin so roughly.

you currently had your boyfriend who was leaking between your thighs rambling uncontrollably behind you, truth was he didn’t even know what the fuck to keep up with. the way your hips were rolling back on his in an unforgiving pace or the way your back arched perfectly from his view or the way your pussy was gushing around his soaking cock— fuck everything was making him completely delirious.

your walls fluttered around him, every movement your pretty little cunt did made his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “s-shit pips..” he mumbled as his harshly bitten, red lips barely moved from the almost-frowning expression he was sporting— all in the hopes of not cumming too soon and ruining your fun.

caleb was close to full on sobbing, the pace you’ve set was divine, pushing him against the edge over and over again when you bounced on his cock to let the most obscene and lewd sounds echo in his room all the while combining them with the prettiest, sweetest whimpers of his name.

you sank down on his length, letting him get engulfed entirely in your warmth as his tip gushed against your cervix. “feels good, hm?” you cheekily glanced at him over his shoulder and oh boy caleb was gone.

your body felt unbelievably hot, blazing and searing while the muscles in your thighs burned. but it was all so, so worth it, to see a blushing caleb with sparkly tears forming along his waterline, swollen pretty red lips all bitten and drooling, so attractive to see your composed, sweet boyfriend throwing his head against the pillow as he held himself back even more.

caleb by now felt himself sinking into a state of frenzy— hands gripping onto the bedsheets, thighs flexing alongside his toned abdomen as his entire body began to twitch, “s’good pips.. such a perfect pussy sucking me in,” he felt the heat practically radiate off of both of your bodies, the air in the room almost suffocating with how thick and heavy it was, everything felt too good and caleb was losing his sense of reality with how overwhelmed he was getting.

“it’s jus’ for me, no?” he babbled, all breathy and husky as his hands began to caress your lower back, “mhm, only for you.” and on instinct when his palm applied the slightest bit of pressure, you arched lower and laid your chest against the mattress, giving caleb the most delicious view of your ass bouncing on him, cunt wrapped all around his pulsing cock, so deep inside of you and so filthy.

the glossy mess between your inner thighs made him groan in need, he began to guide your hips back against his pelvis while he thrusted upwards, meeting each and every one of your thrusts and letting the wet noises of your ass landing on his pelvis resonate against the walls, the sight of your skin jiggling roughly with every thrust making him sigh in ecstasy. “f-fuck, caleb!” you moaned so prettily for him once his cock felt like it was moulding you to his shape, thrusts so powerful and deep.

“yeah, baby? can’t take it?” his cock slid in and out of your drenched folds, the view so arousing it made heat spread throughout his body just like a fever, “your pretty cunt’s telling me otherwise tho..” he grunted, unable to help the way his eyes locked in on your puckered hole, and before he could think more about it— he thrusted his thumb into the tight ring.

“c-caleb!—“ “shhh sweetheart..” he reassured you instantly, picking up the pace of his cock between your tightening walls to distract you from the uncomfortable stretch of your ass, your teeth finding comfort in pulling against the crumpled bedsheets while your legs shook in pleasure.

it was so new, you never expected caleb to suddenly take this route but you were so glad that he did because getting both of your holes stretched out so nicely at the same time made your eyes water.

and before you knew it, you were moaning and pushing your hips back against caleb’s, “like that pips? feels good?” and god it felt like your mind was melting away, “so good, caleb.. s-shit..” you felt the saliva that was pooling in your mouth puddle beneath you, he was so deep inside of you in every way, pulling his cock back merely by a few inches before filling you up again.

you felt so stuffed. almost feeling him in your stomach with how deep he was and how deep he stayed. all the while his large thumb played with your hole, in and out of your tight ring of muscles that accepted his digit easily now.

“such greedy holes taking me in so well..” caleb praised as his pupils were practically heart shaped, and he was right, you were taking him in so well, milking and sucking his cock and thumb in a mouth watering way. he felt his head spin the more you squirted around him each time his cock slipped the slightest bit out.

feeling the heat burn in your lower stomach, the knot of pleasure tightening more and more. it was making you dizzy, nails digging into the mattress while your hand absentmindedly sneaked beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles around your puffy clit just to send you over the edge.

but oh caleb couldn’t have that, he was in charge of bringing you heavenly pleasure while your only job was to take it, “i’ve got you, pips.” he gently pushed your hand away before replacing it with his own, following the same pattern but quicker and rougher.

“caleb!” you almost screamed at the overwhelming sensation, your nerves feeling electrified as waves of ecstasy washed down on you, “juuusst like that.. f-fuck..” your boyfriend groans while you gushed around him, so tight and so wet. a ring of arousal forming around his base before his entire abdomen became soaked in your squirt.

“s-shit!” and with his tip kissing your cervix, caleb stuffed you full with endless ropes of his warm cum.

ຊ ZAYNE. zayne is a very, very needy man. call it him being touch starved, love-starved, him not indulging in pleasuring himself or others throughout his life so much and instead directing his energy on making himself better education and physical strength wise, and now that he has you, someone he trusts and loves and isn’t holding himself back from pleasing, he’s insatiable. positions, locations— none of that really matter to him, however he’ll always prefer to be in the safety of your home and the comfort of your bed, as close as possible to you no matter how tired or exhausted he is from his work in the hospital, in conclusion: spooning.

“you’re so warm, love.” his sweet voice whispered next to your ear, large and muscular arms wrapped around your middle as his legs nudged yours open. zayne had your back pressed against his chest, his body colder than yours and the freezing contact made your head dizzy.

his frosty ingertips travelled down your night dress, tiny snow particles decorating the satin fabric making you sigh in pleasure, you knew he was using your favourite tricks on you— it was always a different kind of experience whenever he used his evol.

the contrast between his cold hands and the warm blankets had you sweating, whimpering his name in desperation from the pooling heat between your thighs, “what do you want from me, snowflake?” his breath fanned your neck as you closed your eyes, feeling feverish when you replied “need you, zayne. so bad” and gosh who was zayne to refuse you?

“easy now darling..” he chuckled when your legs began to shake the second his frosty fingers slithered between your thighs, he could feel the heat radiating from your panties, icy fingers sneaking beneath the thin lace as your body shuddered against his, “doing so good for me, snowflake.” his voice was low, husky, needy. praising you as much as you wanted just to hear your pretty noises and responses.

his other hand swiftly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to have his pulsing cock push between your plush thighs. the sudden, wet contact of his precum coated tip with your slicked thighs made both of you groan, fingers wrapping around his base as he pumped his leaking cock a few times while wrapped around the softness of your skin, the feeling of you around all of his senses was so thrilling. the cardiac surgeon was addicted to the sensation of his heart beating out of his chest.

“zaynie please.. don’t tease me.” you squirmed in his hold, everything felt so lewd and it was driving you insane. the ache between your legs and the fastened rising of your chest— everything was overwhelming and ardent, if zayne didn’t fill you up and fuck you stupid right now- you would literally explode.

“shhhh love, i’ve got you.” he reassured, finally angling his tip along your drenched opening, a shaky breath escaping his throat as he sunk inside of your warmth completely, the sweet stretch making you gasp while he settled inside of you, his length never failed to make you feel so stuffed fully to the brim.

the moment your walls engulfed his soaked cock zayne’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the feeling was so harshly consuming to him, and he loved surrendering his tired and spent body to the dizzying pleasure you’ll always grant him, without any further words exchanged between you, he began to move his hips in a perfect pace, thrusting in and out sloppily, his tip caressing each and every sweet spot inside of you, making you babble praises just for him.

“s’good zay.. f-fuck! so deep..” drool by now was decorating the pillowcase beneath you, mind so foggy with the pleasure of your lover stretching you out so well, zayne’s muffled moans got lost on the side of your neck, bites and kisses being littered all across your skin while your fingers wrapped around the bedsheets.

his tip nudged against your cervix the same moment his frosty fingers slithered beneath your dress, large hands fondling with your breasts as he decreased the temperature of his hands, “zayne!” you couldn’t help but whimper while one of your hands sprang to hold his icy ones, “it’s okay, baby. you can take it.” he gently bit your earlobe as he praised you.

“it’s too c-cold..” you might’ve been complaining but zayne felt the tightening of your cunt around him when his icy fingertips pinched your hardened nipples, he knew you were enjoying this, he always knew what you liked and didn’t like. and he knew that you loved it when he played with you like this.

“but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you snowflake?” he muttered, hips picking up the pace as his cock slipped in and out of you so sensually, you shivered in his hold while nodding, “taking me so well, so perfect for me.” he mumbled against your skin, each word going straight to your pulsing cunt as the heat in your stomach bubbled more, aching for release while zayne kept splitting you open on his length.

“cum for me, baby.. need to feel you.” he sounded drunk absolutely intoxicated on you as he begged you to cum around his cock, “oh fuck—“ you felt the way the tears stung the back of your eyes, one of his hands that toyed with your tit slid downwards to pinch at your pulsating clit, the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing lazy circles on your nub was enough to have your eyes cross.

“c-cumming— shit! zayne- oh my god!” you sobbed his name for him, body shaking in his hold as your back arched against his chest, climax bursting within you as raging waves of euphoria crashed onto you, creaming all over his cock while zayne groaned from the incessant tightening of your walls around him, “b-baby.. oh fuck i’m close.” he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, not when your cunt was practically milking him unforgivingly.

with one final, sloppy thrust, zayne coated your flowing pussy with thick ropes of his milky cum. allowing the carnal pleasure to rapture along his shaking frame.

a,n. WHAT WAS THAT PIPSQUEAKKK !!! 🗣️🗣️

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madamechrissy · 2 months ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

This was inspired by the Caleb art in the banner by @baobei-bu please love on ALL their art!! Their JJK/LADS art is PEAK

Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader

Warnings- PWP pretty much, a smut oneshot- HEAVY yandere Caleb, mating press, cum play, oral (f recieiving) tummy bulges, cervix hitting, panty stealing, fingering, overstim, he calls you pip squeak LMAO, JEALOUS obsessed Caleb

My first time for Caleb hehe, rbs/comments appreciated if you enjoyy

"Who is that, Pip squeak?" Caleb murmurs that question with a little smile, as you tense just a bit, feeling your cheeks heating up under his scrutiny, sipping on the straw of your milkshake, letting the sweetness hit your tongue. The two of you have been gaming the day away, taking just a little break in the kitchen now

"It's a... friend." That's what Xavier was really, your sweet friend, who is currently sending you heart emojis.

"Oh, a friend huh? Why so secretive then?" He teases, tapping your nose and just being far... far too close. You shouldn't think so many things about him like this, should you? But you can't help but like his cologne a little too much, like just how his brown locks were falling over his forehead just so, how you can see so much of his muscles flexing in what he wore.

"Just a friend." Your little smile drives him insane, he outwardly laughs, but he can't stop thinking of who's been with you while he's been away, has anyone touched you? When you're meant to be his.

"Let me see then." He yanks your phone high, dark violet eyes flashing for a moment, turning as you sputter and he scrolls through your last messages. "And who is Sylus... Rafael and... Dr. Zayne, I know him, and-"

"Give me my phone back, jerk!" You jump for it, but Caleb is stupid tall, holding it up and feigning a smile he really doesn't feel like giving right now, thoughts racing.

Were you with somebody?

That would never do.

Perhaps he's been gone too long, and you've found someone, but that wouldn't last long when you'd be his. Caleb hands you it finally, laughing a bit as he pats your head. "Relax, Pip Squeak, I was just messing with ya. So cute when you're angry."

"Oh, whatever. Back to the game?" He nods, watching as your bouncy ass sways in whatever excuse for a shorts those were, furious if anyone has ever gotten to see you like this.

You're sitting up on the couch now, legs spread so he sees just a hint of your perfect pussy that lace was hugging, his throat goes dry when you hand him the controller. He smiles with ease, sitting on the floor, hoisting your thighs around his shoulders then, and you pause, faltering just a bit, breath caught in your throat. It should be casual. You two have gamed close forever, but he's so close to your heat, your thighs brushing against his hot skin. Just a white tank top and your shorts separating you both.

"You blushed really hard when I mentioned Sylus huh?" He asks now, as he moves the controllers, and you gulp just a bit, fidgeting some.

"No... imagining things."

"You think he's hot."

You roll your eyes at him, shifting forward as you tilt the controller, slashing your sword and concentrating, the tips of your toes touching his lap. Just that is enough to make Caleb ache and throb, hard cock pulsing, he bites back a moan, you seem too entrapped in the game to notice what your foot is brushing on.

"He's hot, sure. Why, do you... find anyone hot?" Caleb glares down at the controller now.

"Just one girl." You bite your lip, concentrated fully, as he rests a head on your thigh. Hot breath against it making your leg twitch, cunt already soaking. You can't feel this way, you two are just too close... right? How can you be jealous?

"Oh?" Your weak voice just makes Caleb's cock leak precum, he can feel how hot you are behind his neck, he turns his head then, to catch you looking down at him.

"Do you care if I like someone Pip Squeak?"

"N-no..."

"Hmm... hah! Got you!" Caleb's killed your character, making you huff. Laying back some on the couch, you gasp when he turns around, face at level with your cunt, where he sees your damp spot right on your shorts. "Oh no, honey... did you spill something?"

"Huh?" You feel your body react, nipples pressing against your thin top at his proximity, vivid thoughts of far, far too many things working through your heated mind.

"Right here..." he brushes his thumb against the damp sticky arousal, eliciting a cry that makes him goddamn feral. "Can't answer me honey?"

"Caleb I'm... so sorry I..."

"This from me. Or from one of them?" His casual question is laced with something dark, pressing on the spot again, wondering just how many men he'd have to take out, so his sweet girl is all his. "Should I get these off you? Since you're making them so messy?"

"I.... y-you-" Caleb has slipped your shorts off your thighs, your tummy clenches when he clicks his tongue. Now he kisses your inner thigh, fingers running along your swollen lips, breath ghosting too close to your cunt.

"These are ruined too, tsk. Something wrong, pip squeak?" You shake your head, watching as Caleb peels those panties off you, and he has to tuck them in his pocket, thankful your eyes are shut, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. He needs a fresh pair anyway, you're too meticulous about your laundry and he doesn't get many.

The amount of times he's cum inhaling your panties, drunk off them is insane, even before he left you, when he'd visit on breaks he'd take them, licking any of you up. Sometimes he would jerk off inside them, imagining putting them on you. Making you wear them full of his load as punishment for making him so insane. But nothing prepared him for seeing your glistening cunt, clear trails breaking off, you're so wet you were stuck to those lacy panties clearly.

"Caleb-ah!" He laps you up now, just a stripe up your slit, making your hands entangle in sof thrown hair, as those deep violet eyes look up at you. Dilated, insane, a smirk on his lips.

"Tell me none of them tasted you. Had you."

"What do you mean-"

"Tell me no one touched what's mine."

"You've been gone a long time... you think I just what, wait here, touch myself?" You're shaking as you speak.

"Do you?" You hesitate. "Answer me. Maybe I'll let you cum."

"Let me?" He presses a kiss on your clit now parting your folds and groaning as arousal pools out of your little hole. "Mnh. Fuck... what are we..."

"Am I competing? I'm very competitive you know, pip squeak. I will have to make you forget anything but me then." That's when he spreads your pretty pussy, moaning, he's seen you of course before here and there, glimpses of you naked, but now your perfect cunt is right in his face. He's burying his face against you, nose hitting that clit as his tongue swipes in.

"Oh my god." You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be spreading your thighs wider, letting him fuck his tongue in and out of your slick, gummy walls, the noises of his soft whines and slurps echoing in your apartment. His taste buds explore every each that long tongue can reach, you're losing it every moment, those eyes so dark with lust they look black.

He'll make you forget anything.

"That's it, you wanna cum f'me, huh? Pretty girl, all mine." You're struggling to compute his words, to even function, eyes rolling back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that clit, smile not hitting his insane yes. "Are you?"

"This is crazy, what are we doing... you... I... ngh!" Two fingers slip right inside your hole now, which flutters around the thick, long digits, making your whines even louder as he leans up, his other hand gripping you by your throat, lips so close.

How have you not kissed but he's devoured your pussy?

"You belong to me, only me, can you not see? All this time..." He's desperately scissoring fingers in and out, lashes low over his eyes as he breathes against your bitten lips. "Oh listen, she can talk for you I guess, so slutty for me. Just me, huh?"

You're just arching your hips, a sweet cry from your lips, ones he can imagine wrapped around his cock, while he squeezes your delicate neck harder, hand overtaking your throat. You can merely whimper in response, nodding just a bit, as you're closer and closer, only for him to yank his fingers out, making you whine, aching to be filled by them again.

"Caleb, please." You're crying now, tears running down your cheeks, making you look so fucking pretty to him, igniting something that snaps as he watches them fall glistening down your face.

"Please what, ya need something?" He's squeezing harder, fingers brushing around your soaking entrance, just barely pressing the tip of his finger inside, while you're pressed back against the couch, breasts heaving. "Tell me what you need, don't you know I'll take care of you?"

"In me. Please- ah!" You're getting fuzzy when he slips those long fingers back in your cunt, exhaling as he watches you, curling them just so with filthy squelching noises echoing. "Mnh!"

"This all f'me, huh? All me?" His demanding question barely resonates when you're cumming all over his fingers now, pulsing and gushing, while your own hand grips his thin white tank, pulling him closer. Your eyes roll back, he watches you avidly, every fucking expression while he feels you pulsing on his digits. "You didn't answer me, pretty, that won't do."

He pouts when he pulls his fingers out again, releasing your throat right before you nearly faint, cunt still pulsing. You try to gather yourself, when he's slipping those fingers in his mouth, moaning while he sucks all your arousal off them. He's ripped your top off, moaning as he sees your tits gently bounce out, his own dog tags dangling right between the two of them.

"Look who's right by your heart, hmm?" He presses the cool metal to your lips now, prompting you to kiss them, as he smiles so sweetly, like he hadn't just fucked your head up and tripped you. "Do you wear this every day?"

"Yes."

"Every night?"

"Yes." Your answer ends him, when he picks you up like you're nothing, dragging you right to the plush, soft rug beneath you both, hovering over you, his new tags dangling, as your fingers slip up over his strong chest, his eyes glinting with something you can't quite describe, the situation overwhelming your senses.

"I need to take better care of you, if you feel you need all these 'friends' then I'm not doing my job. I should be more than enough for you." He's leaned up, pulling up his shirt just a bit, revealing rippling abs that you've looked at far too often. "Is that it, I didn't take care of you good enough?"

"No, Caleb you always take care of me. I just... we..." Your thoughts trail off when he's slipped down his sweats, and you see his cock, so long and thick you're unsure you could take it, already oozing precum out of his reddened tip.

"Cat got your tongue, pip squeak? Keep talking, I'm listening, I always listen don't I?" He's leaned over you with one strong arm, yanking your thighs apart further, when you feel his length against your inner thigh, hot and heavy, precum sticking to you, as he cups your face so gently. "I'll listen to every moan, every whisper, so I learn everything your pretty, perfect body likes."

"Oh my god." He's brushing his tip against your engorged clit now, smiling down at you, at how pretty you are on this rug beneath him, your lashes fluttering.

"You work too hard, you need to be massaged everywhere. How could I not see this?" He's shoved his cock so deep inside you then you scream out, and he moans, feeling the stretch, of so many fucking inches. "Look how greedy, she's trying to take him all. Ahh, did you miss me this much?"

You're unable to respond to anything when he's shoved his cock so deep you're stuffed full, whimpering out as your walls struggle to stretch for him, and he's just a breath over you, lips drinking up yours then, finally kissing you after so long, before he is pulling back and shoving so deep he hits your cervix. You're sobbing it feels so fucking good, all while he can't rip his eyes off your face, the dark violet depths swirling.

"Waited so long for this, god don't you know?" He's mumbling now, lost in you, pulling back and smirking as he watches it, his lengthy cock getting sucked inside your too small hole, and the bulge in your tummy. "Look, I hit so fucking deep, don't I?" He grips your chin, shoving your head down so you see it, blushing furious.

"I... that's... s-so big I..." He's moaning as he watches it, his cock making that bulge as he goes achingly slow.

"Look at me fill you, fuck I should keep filling you too, until you can't even think. I need your brain shut off, and focused on me, yeah?" You're already fucked out and stupid, you can only stare at the bulge and blush, when he thrusts his hips with a snap, having you drooling all over his cock. "Can't think of other men now, can you?"

You can't think of a fucking thing, including what's happening, as Caleb begins fucking you harder, faster, delicately kissing your lips like he's making love, as his heavy balls slap your ass with every single filthy fucking thrust. He's whispering your name, until he's got you firm in a mating press, spitting down right on your clit and moaning at the sight.

Folded in half, god you feel so small under him, while his babbling hits your incoherent brain, the lewd slapping of his skin and how wet you are filling the living room. "Only me, I need it to only be me, me inside you, me everywhere."

"Caleb- you... f-fuck!" He's cupping your face as he folds you in that mating press, grinning feral, something unleashed that's damn near scary, but you just want more, nails pressing crescent moons against his biceps.

"Only me. Only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He's huffing those words as you cum all around his cock, pausing him briefly, feeling your aftershocks grip him, your cunt so messy she's dripping down his balls, down to the rug, making the sounds even louder, the squishing and clicking. "I know, honey, I know, you want me to cum inside, huh?"

"Please. Please." He's smiling, you're being so good for him, and who is he to ever deny his pretty girl anything.

"I'll give you anythign you ask for, don't worry. I'll fill you so good, so, so good, yeah- ha fuck you- ah..." He's stuttering now, faster and harder, his eyes flashing then. "Only me, say it."

"Only y-you... ah- ngh!" You're screaming when he's fucking you so hard it hurts, leaned up to press the backs of your thighs.

"That's it, gonna forget them all, aren't you? Anyone."

"F-forget." Your weak response lets him lose his mind, big hands bruising, his dog tags swinging against your face when he pounds your cunt so hard, cumming so much, with his head thrown back, groaning so loud until it turns into a weak cry, as his hot gooey load coats your pussy everywhere.

"That's it, fuckin perfect pussy, God my good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well." He's murmuring, easing as you're cumming just from him coating your walls, he lets your thighs fall, moaning and kissing you, desperate and hungry. "You alright, pip squeak? Was it too much?"

"It was a lot I..." He's laughing now, softly, pulling back and out, watching the mess of creamy cum pouring down all over, groaning at the sight, you flush as you look down, seeing it all.

"You could have told me you needed more, don't you know how long I've waited for this? I wanted to be your first though, honey, tsk..." He's fingering the cum, making you jerk, so sensitive now, his lips quirking up. "Know how many times I've stroked it? Picturing just this, filling you up?"

"Y-you did?" He's shoving that cum deep, you grip his wrist, gasping now. "Caleb!"

"You're wasting it, that just won't do, I need you to be a good girl." His husky whisper along with those rough fingers makes you cry out.

"Sensitive!"

"You can take more, can't you?" He's shoving cum back in your eager whole, moaning at the sight, his cock already standing back at attention. "I think I know what I need to do, so you never call any of these 'friends' again."

"What?" Your eyes roll back when he's curling his fingers again, hovering over you and grinning, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"I'll keep filling you, until you're dripping me constantly." Caleb's got you in your bed next, lapping his own cum right out of your cunt, taste buds dragging in every flavor of the two of you, having you cum over and over, until you're stupid. "Look, so fucked out, aww. You're drooling pip squeak, lemme get that."

He's swiping at your chin, before he's sucking your clit in his mouth again, and you're losing sense of everything, he's fucking you again, bent over, then again, on your stomach, so many loads inside you you're bloated and full, too full. You pass out on him soon, he sighs as he looks at you, so pretty as always in your sleep.

"Ah, pip squeak, we'll have to work on that stamina." He's cleaned you all up, putting your favorite pajamas on you, while you're lightly snoring, clearly he'd been a little too much.

Caleb had waited for years and years after all, for just this moment.

"Sweet dreams, my love. Future wife." He's laughing softly, you don't know just all his plans yet. He goes towards the kitchen to down some water, still naked in your apartment, cock gently swaying when he grabs his sweats, your panties still tucked in his pocket. He slips them on, frowning as he sees your phone light up, texts from Zayne and Sylus.

That just won't do.

He unlocks your phone with ease, it's his birthday of course, you love him even if you don't know how much yet. No worries. Caleb deletes every contact and message, keeping only him, because that's all you'll need now! You won't even be in this apartment soon, he can already picture you at his place, constantly having his babies.

He smiles as he holds you against him that night, but even after fucking you so deep, so much, just seeing you sleeping makes him hard again, and he has to stroke his aching cock just looking at you, waiting for you to wake up.

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 2 months ago

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Hmmmm...Did you write the LNDS men of "How their lovemaking look like"? If not, what is their kind of lovemaking look like? Is it rough and passionate, sensual and intimate with a deeper connection?

໒꒱ ₊˚ THEIR LOVEMAKING ?!

❧ warnings : fem!reader. nsfw/smut, p*ssy drunk men, biting & marking, creampie, manhandling, mild degradation, non-stop s*x size kink & difference and Xavier is a freak in his part.

❧ note : i was waiting for someone to send me an ask like this. ily.

．𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 — 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓇.

Sylus doesn’t just fuck—he consumes. His desire is a bottomless pit, insatiable and overwhelming, and he buries himself in them like he’s trying to lose himself completely. His cock forces you open, stretching your pussy around his girth, thrusting in deep, slow, intentional. He makes you feel every inch, dragging against their walls until your gasping, shuddering, their body betraying you as you squeeze down on him.

His grip is unyielding. Fingers digging into their hips, forcing you still, holding them in place while he watches your body react, burning the sight into his memory. He wants to hear you break—hear the way your moans crack, the way you beg without meaning to. He feeds off of it. His mouth is on you constantly, sucking marks onto your throat, biting your shoulder, tongue lapping at the sweat beading on your skin.

His voice is a low rasp against your ear, rough, strained—“Take it. Let me feel you.” Not a command. A demand. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, hips snapping against theirs with force, the wet sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the dimly lit room. He’s lost in you, drunk off the way your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, pulling him in like you don’t want him to leave.

And he won’t. Even when he fills you, pumping you full with thick, hot cum, Sylus doesn’t pull out. He stays inside, cock still throbbing, stretching you open, keeping you full. His breath is ragged, lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs, “I need more.”

And then he starts moving again.

．𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒸ℯ.

Caleb fucks like he fights—mercilessly, all-consuming, and without hesitation. He doesn't slow down, doesn't ease you into it. The moment he's inside, stretching your pussy around his cock, it's over. His thrusts are rough and fast, forcing you to take him, knocking the breath from your lungs with every snap of his hips. He’s big, and he makes sure you feel it—feel the way he splits you open, fills you so deep your legs shake from the sheer intensity of it.

He holds nothing back. His grip on your thighs is bruising as he keeps them spread, keeping you wide open for him, helpless beneath his relentless pace. There's no escape, no chance to catch your breath. His cock pounds into you, dragging against your walls with each brutal thrust, every stroke sending another shock of pleasure straight to your core. You’re shaking, overstimulated, but Caleb doesn’t stop—not until he’s gotten his fill.

His voice is low, breathless, rasping against your skin as he leans down, pinning you beneath his weight. “You can take it. Don’t run from me.” His teeth graze your neck before he bites down, hard, leaving marks, staking his claim in a way that makes your body clench around him. The second he feels it, he laughs, a rough, breathy sound against your ear—like he knew you couldn’t resist him.

His cock twitches inside you, driving in deeper, faster, harder. His body tenses, muscles straining as he slams into you with one final thrust, spilling inside, filling you up with thick, hot cum. But even then, he doesn't pull out. Doesn't move. Just stays there, cock still throbbing inside you, making sure every last drop stays right where he put it.

Caleb presses his forehead against yours, breath still heavy, his fingers tightening around your hips as if daring you to move. Then, with a smirk and a rough kiss against your lips, he murmurs—“We’re not done.”

And just like that, he starts again.

． 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝑔ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇.

Zayne makes love like he’s savoring every second, like he’s memorizing the way you feel beneath him. His touch is firm but tender, guiding your body with ease, making sure you’re comfortable, worshiped, and wanted. He kisses you slowly, deeply, taking his time as he slides his cock inside you, stretching you open inch by inch until you’re completely full. He groans softly against your lips, feeling the way your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust to his size. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, as if he’s already drunk off the feeling of you.

His pace is slow at first, deliberate—he wants you to feel everything, to savor every drag of his cock against your walls, every inch sinking deeper, pressing into spots that make your breath hitch. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves, holding you close, making sure you never slip away from him. He watches every reaction, memorizing the way your lips part, the way your back arches, how your fingers clutch at him like you need him.

“Look at me,” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers tangling with yours, pressing your hands down beside your head. His thrusts grow deeper, hitting the spot that makes you tremble, makes soft moans spill from your lips. His forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours, lost in the moment. He’s passionate but controlled, making love to you like he has all the time in the world—as if nothing else exists beyond this.

As your pleasure builds, his movements grow more desperate, his breathing heavier, his control slipping as he thrusts harder, deeper, chasing the feeling of being as close to you as possible. His grip on your hands tightens, his lips brushing against your skin as he groans, “I need to feel you come around me.” And when you do—when your body clenches down on him, trembling beneath him—he follows, his cock pulsing inside you, spilling his warmth deep inside, filling you up completely.

Even after, he doesn’t pull away. He stays buried inside you, holding you close, his lips tracing lazy kisses along your jaw. His voice is a quiet whisper against your ear, full of affection, “I don’t want to let go.”

．𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀.

Xavier is a force of nature in bed—wild, eager, and unrestrained. The moment he’s inside you, he’s on fire, driven by an overwhelming desire to pleasure you and himself in equal measure. His hands are all over you, pulling your body close, keeping you right where he wants you as his cock stretches you open, moving with a desperation that only fuels his hunger. His thrusts are fast, almost frantic, as if he’s trying to lose himself in you, as if he needs to feel you swallow him whole.

His voice is thick with need, rough and low as he growls, “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you? You won’t run from me.” The words are almost taunting, daring you to feel the heat of his craving, the way his body demands to be used. He’s demanding in his own way, but there’s a subtle submission beneath it all—a quiet desperation to please you, to make sure you’re as overwhelmed by him as he is by you.

His cock drives into you with relentless force, hitting places that have you gasping, your body shaking under him. He’s rough, no doubt, but it’s more than that—there’s a freakish hunger in the way he fucks, an unhinged need to feel everything. His fingers dig into your skin, his chest pressed against yours, sweat slicking your bodies together as his hips snap faster, harder, chasing that edge, pulling you with him.

When he feels you starting to unravel beneath him, he loves it. His mouth finds your neck, biting down on your skin as he whispers, “Fuck, you’re perfect. You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop.” His voice cracks as he groans, the desperation in his tone almost needy, like he’s begging for more, begging you to let him ruin you.

Xavier isn’t afraid to let go of control, but when he does, it’s a complete submission. As he comes inside you, hot and thick, he falls apart with a moan, his cock twitching, pumping every last drop into you, feeling the tremors rattle through his body. And then, when he’s done, he doesn’t pull away—he collapses against you, panting, soft, his head buried in the crook of your neck, whispering, “I’ll always let you take control. Just... fuck, you’re too good.”

He’s not afraid to let you see his vulnerability, even in the aftermath of that primal need.

．𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒻𝓊𝓁 ℴ𝓃ℯ.

Rafayel is the kind of lover who turns the bedroom into a playground, not taking things too seriously but still knowing exactly how to make you melt. He’s a bit of a goof, always with a wide grin on his face, as if he’s just as excited to have you as you are to have him. His cock isn’t the biggest, but the way he uses it is pure fun—enthusiastic and eager, every thrust coming with a playful, almost mischievous energy.

He’s not smooth—no, that’s not his thing. He fumbles a little as he tries to position you just right, his hands a little too clumsy, but it only adds to his charm. “Wait, wait... Okay, hold on. Got it!” He says, breathless with a chuckle, before finally finding the rhythm. His pace is all over the place at first, but he’s trying so hard, grinning like a fool every time you moan, completely adoring the sounds you make.

His voice is lighthearted, teasing as he looks at you with bright eyes, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Oh, shit, you feel so good. Wait, did I just—oops!”He laughs, a little embarrassed by his own awkwardness, but he doesn’t stop. He really doesn’t stop—he’s just trying to make you feel as good as he does, even if he’s a little clueless about how to do it just right.

His cock slides in and out of you with a goofy grin plastered on his face, his hands holding your hips tightly but not with the roughness of others. His touch is gentle, like he’s treating you like something delicate, though his enthusiasm might suggest otherwise. “You’re so warm... I think I can do better. You ready?” He asks between thrusts, not realizing just how perfectly he’s already making you feel.

There’s something so endearing about his approach—he’s a little bit of a mess, but you can’t help but laugh and enjoy the moment. When he finally comes, his face is flushed, a goofy grin on his lips as he breathes out a satisfied, “That was awesome. I’m a pro, huh?”

Even after, he’s still silly, holding you close, nuzzling your neck. “That was fun, right? We should do that again… maybe with less accidents next time.”

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elieenaliak · 11 days ago

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You and your co-actor Caleb are currently the hottest topic in the industry, since the newest movie where you two played tragic couple, bound to die- went VIRAL.

Nobody could ignore the chemistry between the actors. Fans, media alike are buzzing: "Are they dating? They are not? What you mean, no?"

No one knows for sure, but during the latest Vogue 30+ Q&A, Caleb's lovestruck puppy eyes directed your way didn't go unnoticed. The way he looked at you—like a lovestruck puppy—set social media abuzz.

Edits of the interview have gone viral, with fans dissecting every glance and smile. The quote of the month now is "Find yourself a man who looks at you the way Caleb look at MC"-did led to some people crying- and same old "SO ARE THEY FOR GODS SAKE DATING?" this one is followed by bitter "NO" (Caleb would want it though, which is emphasised by his not so rare comments on ship edits of you two). Some are convinced it's just exceptional acting chemistry; others are certain there's something more.

But latest Instagram post- where he is on his knees crawling towards you, looking up at you with a satisfied gleam in his eyes,holding your leg in gentle touch. He is worshipping you and it's obvious-after all he is truly the happiest when he is on his knees before you, but you don't need to know that for now (You already know)- did send some people to coma. Some printing it on their shirts, some making it a poster as an absolute "femdom" symbol- hell, someone even did stick it to their face.

The "photo" in question.

@uzmacchiato dividers!

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honeyblackberries · 2 months ago

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In the back seat (18+)

caleb x fem reader/mc smut

minors dni | inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae | cross-posted to ao3

word count: 1466

cw: simp caleb, soft dom caleb, he also likes to bite, pantie freak caleb, reader enables him, praise, oral (fem receiving), p in v, responsible car sex <333 (don't get freaky in a rental car irl), irresponsible intercourse (caleb doesn’t wrap it before he taps it), porn with feelings, porn no plot because idk how to write plot but i also can’t really write porn so maybe this is a secret third thing, no set pov.

names used: pips (pipsqueak but cuter), good girl, pretty girl, my girl

If Caleb is being honest with himself this moment is something straight out of his teenage fantasies. Driving along the coast with you in the passenger's seat, listening as you sing along to a song that’s been on repeat for the past half hour. Hair softly blowing in the wind as the late afternoon sun glows behind you like a halo.

You’re an angel he thinks, how else could you bless him with such a gift on one of his rare days off. The keys to his dream car—with the disclaimer that it was only a rental during his visit to Linkon—and that short sundress… His gaze unconsciously drifts from the road and onto you.

Maybe wet dreams are a better description for this. The way the hem of your dress rides up your thighs while you shift to find a more comfortable position, cotton panties peeking out underneath it.

Your eyes meet his and Caleb feels his pants tighten.

Today was supposed to be a well deserved break from all the demands that come with being the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel. Something relaxing. Yet he can’t help but feel inclined to the complete opposite. Back ramrod straight and hand, previously loose and confident on the wheel, now gripping it so tight that his knuckles strain.

“I'm happy you’re here,” you say sweetly and he has to stop himself from acting like a horny dog. “Is there anything you wanna do before we head home?”

“Eat you out,” he thinks dreamily.

“..What?”

Shit. Shit. How could he say that out loud!? He’s an idiot, a depraved fool—

“Well, okay.”

He almost crashes the car.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—I mean—I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” you laugh at him and he isn’t sure whether to be mortified or turned on.

“Pull over.” He does.

Caleb doesn’t realise it but despite the less than innocent circumstances his silly reaction makes you smile. Happy at the expression that settles on his handsome face. How his eyes light up in a way you never really see anymore, giddy and unrestrained.

‘Cute,’ you want to tease, but he’s already rolling the tinted windows up. Undoing his seatbelt and moving into the back seat. Oh how could you keep him waiting when he’s just so eager? You undo your own seatbelt and amusedly follow along. Moving to get on top of him.

“Don’t hover pips,” he instructs—in that know-it-all voice he’s used since you were kids—and you don’t get the chance to consider it. Not when his hands trail under your skirt to grab your thighs and impatiently bring you down onto his face.

“Fuck you smell so good,” his nose presses right against your clothed heat. He inhales deeply. “I could get off just from smelling you, just from smelling these,” his lips part to let teeth graze the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can keep 'em when we're done, yeah?” His hot breath makes a shiver run through you in anticipation. His tongue licks down the centre where a wet patch starts to form. “I’ll cook dinner in return.”

You want to argue that he always cooks dinner. But you want what he’s currently offering more.

Your small hum of agreement is all he needs.

Safe to say, Caleb does mouth at you like a dog. Desperate, hungry, tongue heavy and slobbering. You have to push yourself against his chest to keep steady. The toned muscles there flexing as he eats like he’s been starved.

“Good girl, sittin’ so pretty for me,” his praise is barely understandable. Voice muffled and lower than a moment ago.

One of his hands leaves your thighs, his fingers moving to the fabric separating you. He teasingly pulls it back and lets go, a light snap against your skin. You flinch and he chuckles in response. He then pushes it to the side to expose you bare to him. Continuing to lick, this time with the addition of his thumb rubbing directly against your sensitive bud.

“Delicious,” he moans at the taste and sucks at your clit for more.

You’re not sure how long you last before everything crashes down all at once. Your orgasm racking your body and leaving you trembling. Dripping right into his open mouth.

The way your breath hitches and small whines you make when you cum always remind him how he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs. Forever wanting you pliant in his hold like this.

As you start to feel yourself coming down from the high, Caleb lightly bites at your tender flesh, making you yelp. He places a soft kiss in apology, even though you both know he isn’t sorry in the slightest.

In an act of revenge you start to reach for where he needs it. Fingertips barely brushing the large tent in his pants before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Next time pips, I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you soon.” At that you’re suddenly flipped around, back pressed against the leather seat. Wedged in the cramped space afforded to you between the car and his large body.

Caleb looks down at you with a wide grin. The lower half of his face damp with your arousal and his own saliva.

“Let me put it in?”

Even when he’s like this the words come out as a question. He’ll only do it if you let him, only if you want it half as much as he does. His silver necklace dangles in front of you and reflected in it is your lips, curled up into an affirmative.

Caleb wastes no time. Hurriedly undoing his pants and freeing his hard leaking cock. Leaning over you with one hand beside your head as the other grasps his reddened tip and nudges you panties to the side with it. Lining himself up he sinks into you slowly.

“You’re heaven,” he yaps, already pussy drunk. "You feel like heaven, ugh—like you were made for me. Weren’t you?”

He shakes his head at his own words, as if a better explanation came to him. Then he resolutely bottoms out inside you.

“No, I was the one made for you.”

“Caleb—” you whine at the feeling of being so full. Arms moving to wrap around his torso, not sure if to hold him closer or push him away.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to fight off the orgasm that would have had him cumming from the way you say his name. Testingly, he pulls out slightly just to push back in. Repeating shallow thrusts to get you comfortable.

“More,” you beg.

“Of course,” he kisses you and you can taste yourself on him. “I aim to please.” His pace quickens, becoming rough. You can’t help but clench at the immediate change.

“Oh shit—loosen up pretty girl.” You try to.

Over and over you feel his cock try to make your cunt give in to him, and when he feels the grip of your walls ease up slightly he angles his hips to hit deeper.

You claw at his back, the fabric of his shirt catching under your fingers. The feeling of him too much.

“You like that huh?”

The car windows are fogging at the spike in body heat, neither of you letting up until you both get your fill. The sounds of shallow breathing and skin against skin the only thing that can be heard.

Caleb bites your lip when he kisses you in between thrusts. Like he wants to devour you in every way possible.

“I’m—close,” you bury your face into his neck, trying to ground yourself.

He nearly slips entirely out of you. Hips starting to lose their rhythm, a sign that he is too.

“I know—fuck—cum with me.”

Your release comes first, and he doesn’t last long after.

“That's my girl.”

His movements slow as he spills into you. A white ring forming around the base of him as a mix of both your cum tries to leak out. He grinds a few times to make sure it stays then collapses on top of you.

The two of you remain like that for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of your chests pressed together as you cool down. Caleb’s cock slowly going limp inside you.

His hands move to cradle your face, gently stroking your cheeks as he kisses all over with cherishing lightness.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Caleb.”

Then he has to go and ruin the moment.

“Panties please,” he holds out his hand. Asking for a treat.

You sigh, the post-nut clarity kicking in. “I’ll give it to you after I wash it.”

“Don’t wash it.”

“...”

a/n: rip need everyone to know this was initially supposed to be a sylus fic. also what do we think do we like me actually trying to make the layout nice/not write in all lowercase??

#might have been possessed whenever i sat down to work on this #caleb smut #love and deepspace smut #lads x reader smut #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #caleb x fem reader #caleb x you #lads smut #lnds smut #l&ds smut #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace x reader #xia yizhou smut #either the worst or best thing ive written and i genuinely cant tell which

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piroulinewafers · 1 month ago

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I love your fics and how you write soft dom caleb 🥹 he’s so tender

Could you flip the script and do brat reader with controlling dom Caleb? When he’s in the captain’s uniform I just want him to use the gravity evol for evil….

𝐚/𝐧: i'm a sucker for brat-taming... 😋 heavy inspired by this tweet

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! bratty! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, brat-taming, cunt smacking ig, improper usage of gravity evol, brief allusion to breeding kink. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the door slammed harder than caleb meant it to.

he winced. at the sound, at the dull throb behind his temples, at the echo of voices that clung to him all day like smoke. orders barked, reports delivered late, a briefing devolving into yet another debate with higher command who wouldn’t listen no matter how loud he spoke.

his boots echoed hollow across the floor, polished soles against marble. gold-threaded cords brushed against his chest with every step, the tight high collar pressing against his throat like a vice.

he didn’t loosen a single thing.

he didn’t have the energy to unravel.

what he did have was a headache threatening to split the back of his skull and a voice already making it worse.

“what took you so long, caleb?”

caleb didn’t look up. “not now.”

but she was already there, curled up on the sofa like she owned the place, a nest of throw blankets tucked around her like a cat in a sunbeam. except there was no sun now— just the low amber glow of a side lamp and the shadows it cast on her face.

“caleb!” her voice carried that familiar lilt— teasing, petulant, unmistakably bratty. “you said you’d be home like an hour ago! i didn’t even nap, and you didn’t bring any snacks.”

he finally glanced at her, jaw tight, unamused. “i’m not in the mood for this tonight.”

she pouted— full-on, bottom lip pushed out, eyes wide and glinting. it was fake and he knew it, but it still made his temple twitch. “you’re never in the mood anymore. i’ve been bored all day, and i made popcorn and everything.

the last thing he needed with this persistent ache behind his eyes and the weight of the long day on his shoulders was her bratty attitude pushing him closer to the brink.

caleb pinched the bridge of his nose, gloved fingers digging into the skin as he took a deep breath, trying to quell the urge to snap back at her. instead, he turned to face her slowly, his expression hardening into a stern, unyielding mask. “enough.” he said, his voice low and controlled. “i’ve had a frustrating day, and i don’t have the patience for this.”

her bottom lip trembled, but she held her ground, her chin jutting out defiantly. “but gege, i’m hungry! when did you become such a jerk…” she huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest, cheeks flushed faintly with anger.

a silence filled the room, caleb’s eyes flashed with a warning though he bit his tongue, a grunt leaving him. he sat down on the other end of the couch, pushing some of her blankets off as the cautions acquiesced to his weight.

he could feel her gaze on him, could sense her pouting even without looking at her. it was a look he knew all too well, a bratty little smirk that dared him to do something about it. caleb’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists. he knew exactly what she was doing, trying to provoke him when he was already in a beyond frustrated state.

caleb’s eyes narrowed as he watched her shift, purposefully taking up more space until her sock-clad feet were resting on his lap. she was surely trying to get a rise out of him, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

undeterred by his lack of a response, she kicked her feet a little, wiggling her toes in her white socks and pretending to stretch out with a whine.

she rubbed her feet against his thigh, toes brushing against the strained fabric of his uniform pants. his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

caleb called out her name with a low, dangerous groan, but she ignored it completely.

“what? i’m just getting comfortable, gege. you’re the one who’s being weird.”

slowly, she began to ‘walk’ her feet up his chest, starting by nudging his lower abdomen playfully. her socks, a soft and fluffy material that clung to her skin, brushed against the fabric of his uniform jacket as she inched herself upwards, a teasing smile on her face as she laid back with her head against a pillow propped on the arm of the chair.

with an effortless move, she moved to push at the lapels of his jacket with her foot, almost as if though to try and push it off, a feeble and failed attempt.

just as her foot brushed against his chin, caleb reached out and grabbed her ankle in a vice-like grip. she gasped, eyes widening as she looked at up with big, surprised eyes. caleb’s violet eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and something darker, primal.

he tightened his grip on her ankle, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh hard enough to leave purpled bruises.

“fuckin’ brat,” he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. “always pushin’, always testin’, never knowin’ when to quit.” he leaned in closer. “fine. you want me to put you in your place so bad? i’ll fuckin’ put you in line.”

caleb’s eyes flashed with annoyance as she squirmed and writhed beneath him, her ankle twisting in his grasp as she tried to free it from his grasp, using her other foot to gently push against his chest. it was almost enough to make him lose his rhythm, but he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her ankle, using his gravity evol to pin her leg in place, practically forcing her leg to go limp in his grip.

“stop fightin’.” he growled, his voice tight with barely restrained patience. “you’re not goin’ anywhere until i say so.”

she gasped, her back arching off the couch cushions as she felt the oppressive force of his evol, her attempts at squirming and prying herself from his grip useless.

she whined, a needy sound that grated on caleb’s nerves. she was always so impatient, so greedy for her pleasure.

caleb didn’t give her a chance to protest, his other hand already moving to the front of her tank top, shoving it up and exposing the creamy expanse of her belly. his calloused fingers splayed across her stomach, feeling the way her muscles clenched and jumped beneath his touch.

with a grunt, he caught the hem of his glove between his teeth and tore it off with a sharp yank, tossing it carelessly to the floor. his hand looked even more massive without the black leather as he pressed it against the inside of her thigh, his thumb rubbing maddeningly slow circles on the sensitive skin just behind her knee.

“caleb, wait—“ she whimpered, but her protests died on her lips as caleb’s mouth found the side of her neck. he bit down hard enough to make her gasp, teeth sinking into the tender flesh until he was sure he’d leave a mark. his tongue laved over the reddening skin before he sucked a dark bruise into the side of her throat, his saliva tingling and cool against the heat of her flushed skin before pulling away with a wet ‘pop’.

he rocked his hips forward, the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against her clothed sex. a choked moan spilled past her lips, her hips bucking up to meet his as she felt the hard length of him throbbing against her. her panties were surely damp, fabric clinging to her folds as caleb ground against her.

caleb’s hand slid higher, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties. he cupped her mound, the palm covering her sex completely as he squeezed, rubbing her clothed slit with the heel of his hand.

“already so wet…” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “you just can’t help yourself, can you? always needing to be put in your place, always thinkin’ with your leaky cunt…” his fingers circled her clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub, making her cry out at the sudden attention.

he tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, not bothering to remove them completely and letting them dangle around her ankle. he just needed enough room to give that needy cunt of hers all the attention it needed.

as if reading his mind, she reached out to grab at caleb’s wrist, trying to guide his fingers back to her aching, gripping core. “please, gege,” she whimpered, her voice high and breathless. “i need… i need your fingers inside me. i’m so empty…”

caleb’s eyes narrowed, a look of disapproval on his face. he smacked her clit hard, making her yelp and jerk against him. “did i say you could touch me?” he snapped, his voice cold as ice.

he punctuated his words with another sharp smack to her sensitive cunt, watching as she writhed and squealed. “when did my good girl start acting like such a needy slut?”

she only whimpered at his harsh words, pouting as she shook her head and looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. he leaned forward, using his free hand to force her to meet his eyes, squeezing her cheeks together enough to make her look cutely squished.

“look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.”

caleb’s cock throbbed almost painfully in the confines of his uniform pants, the heavy length straining against the fabric. he couldn’t wait much longer. with a harsh tug, he undid his fly and tugged his boxers down, his massive cock springing free. it slapped against his belly, the thick shaft pulsing with need.

he didn’t bother fully tugging his pants down, simply settling to shuffling his boxers out of the way as best as he comfortably could.

gripping himself in his hand, caleb notched the swollen head of his cock against her entrance. with one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her hot, silken flesh. her squeals of pleasure and plain echoed throughout the room, her back arching off the couch as he split her open on his cock. caleb just snarled, his hips never pausing in their relentless rhythm.

he fucked into her hard and fast, the couch creaking and shaking with the force of his thrust. one hand gripped her hip while the other braced against the back of the couch near her head, looming over her.

her body jolted with each thrust, creamy skin flushed and a sheen of sweat making it glisten in the dim light. her eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust and desperate need. they fluttered shut as soft mewls and whimpers tumbled past her kiss-swollen lips, a picture of debauched bliss. her bottom lip quivered with each pointed thrust, tank top ridden up and exposing the creamy swells of her chest, the delicate peaks of her nipples straining against the fabric.

a satisfied smirk played at the corner of caleb’s lips, seeing the dazed, fucked-stupid expression on her face.

“still feeling bratty now, hm?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. he rolled his hips, driving into her with another sharp thrust that made her gasp and arch beneath him.

she could only whimper in response, body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. caleb chuckled darkly, reveling in the control he had over her. he knew he had fucked her into a pliant, obedient mess, all for him.

his hand slip up her side, cupping the soft swell of her breast before he pinched her nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers. she cried out, her back bowing off the couch as jolts of sensation raced through her. caleb drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming her aching body with a mix of lust and possessive pride.

“i think you needed this,” caleb murmured, his breath hot against her ear. he withdrew slowly, only to snap his hips forward again, driving into her with a punishing force. “to be taught a lesson.”

he slowed his thrusts, not stopping but certainly not as brutal as before. his hips rolled languidly, grinding against her sensitive clit and making her gasp. he knew she was close, could sense the way her body was coiled tight and ready to snap.

“do you want to cum, baby?” he asked, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

her own bratty defiance had completely crumbled away with each forceful thrust of his hips. her eyes, now hazy and unfocused, fluttered open to meet his intense violet gaze. in them, he saw a glimmer of the submission he’d been craving.

“y-yes,” she nodded frantically. “p-please, caleb…”

caleb’s lips curled into a smirk, satisfied. he reached up to grip her chin, forcing her to keep her gaze locked with his. “then why don’t you go ahead ‘nd apologize for being such a little brat, hm? my good girl would never act like this.”

her breath hitched, a choked sound that bordered on a sob. but she didn’t hesitate this time, didn’t bother with the teasing retorts or playful banter that was intended to get on his nerves.

“‘m sorry,” she gasped out, her voice shaking. “i’m so sorry for being bratty, gege. i’m sorry, i-i just missed you so much— please, please, i wanna cum—“

“there’s my good girl”.

his hips surged forward, slamming into her with renewed vigour. he could feel her body tensing, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice as her climax approached. “that it,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “cum for me, baby. cum all over my cock.”

with a sharp cry, her body convulsed, back arching off the couch as her orgasm crashed over her. her cunt spasmed wildly around caleb’s poisoning shaft, the slick walls rippling and grasping at him as if trying to trap him inside of her. caleb just growled, fucking her through her peak with hard, deep strokes that made her see little stars.

as the aftershocks of her climax began to ebb, he could feel the way her body went pliant beneath him, boneless and sated. a sense of masculine pride surged through him at the sight of her— flushed and panting, completely fucked out and all his.

caleb’s body tensed, a low goan rumbling in his chest as his own orgasm overtook him. his hips jerked forward, slamming into her with a final, brutal thrust as he spilled himself deep inside of her. thick, hot ropes of cum pumped into her spasming cunt, painting her insides white as his cock throbbed and pulsed with each wave of his release.

for a moment, as the last spurts of his seed filled her, caleb’s mind flashed with a flicker of concern. he wasn’t wearing a condo, a fact that should have given him pause considering the potential consequences. but as he gazed down as her fucked-stupid expression and felt the way her body molded perfectly to his, he found he couldn’t bring himself to care.

‘let the chips fall where they may,’ he thought. if his cum took root inside her, if she ended up round with his child… well, that was just another way to claim her as his, wasn’t it? to bind her to him for all of their lives.

caleb rolled to the side, pulling her with him so that she was draped across his chest on the cramped couch, head pillowing on his shoulder. his arms wrapped around her, one hand stroking lazily down the curve of her back as the other tangled in her mussed hair. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her skin.

“did you learn your lesson this time?”

her cheeks flushed at his words, more than they already were as she ducked her head shyly against him, peeking up at caleb through her lashes. “yes, gege,” she whispered, her voice small but sincere.

caleb studied her for a long moment, searching her expression for any hint of deception or insincerity. but all he saw was a pretty, well-fucked girl who looked like she meant every word. a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, his clothes uncomfortable and sweaty, but he didn’t mind. so long as she was with him, he didn’t have a care in the world. “good girl.” he praised softly. “but don’t worry, if you ever forget again, i’ll be more than happy to remind you.”

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