#ladscaleb

[angellovezz]

You were Younger!Calebs bestfriend, for as long as he could remember you’d been there. Of course as bestfriends you shared the occasional kiss, and as you grew into your bodies, the odd hookup. Of course he was pathetically enthralled with you, he did anything you asked. He’d lied then, made up fake names for fictional girls who didn’t exist. As shocking as it was, even as a horny, hormonal teenage boy, he’d never looked in the direction of another girl, not really. Yours was the only body he cared to know, the only eyes he cared to stare longingly into, the only hair he cared to twirl around his slender fingers. He would’ve given anything then to have you, he was stupid, nervous, a boy.

Colonel!Caleb isn’t that. From the moment he returns from his supposed death, and he sees you again, you know he isn’t the same. Before he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the axis his world just happened to spin around. Now, his eyes are more calculated, more predatory. Even after you start seeing eachother more casually.

Colonel!Caleb has done things, seen things. He’s not the boy you knew, and he loves to remind you. But one thing you know hasn’t changed, is his jealousy. His capacity to feel it. The difference is that now, he does something about it.

You’re a hunter now, he’s proud of you for it, he appreciates that you can take care of yourself when he isn’t around, knowing it makes him worry less. But of course he still worries. What he doesn’t appreciate is the disgusting, degenerate bastard (your coworker) that tried to hit on you, right in front of him.

“Caleb—” you try to reason, really you do, but he doesn’t care for reason. Not when he could be pressing you up against the nearest surface.

“Pips.” He only just barely recognizes that you’d said anything at all, dragging you by your hand into your apartment. He’s frantic, impatient, itching to get you out of your clothes.

As soon as you’re inside he’s all over you, hooking his hands under your thighs, scooping you up with a concerning lack of effort. His mouth pressed shamelessly on yours. It’s sloppy, irresistibly so.

“Caleb— Shoes,” you just barley manage between his onslaught of kisses.

“Don’t care.” He’s practically panting, carrying you to your bedroom. He knew your place like the back of his hand by now. There isn’t a moment between when your upright, and when your back is pressed into your mattress that Caleb isn’t on you. As soon as your head hits the plush surface he’s taking the liberty of unbuttoning your shirt, fingers pulling roughly at the delicate things. He wants to see you, feel you.

“You’re so—..” Having accepted your fate, you reach around your torso to unhook your bra, not wanting him to damage it in his fervour. “Worked up.” You can’t help laughing at him a little. “Is this because of Daniel?” You grin as he pauses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He murmurs lowly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat.

“Didn’t know you were this serious about me..” you tease, only to gasp out as he nips at your skin.

“You wear my goddamn dog tags around your neck…” He slinks back, kneeling between your legs, pulling his hoodie up over his head. Revealing delicious pale skin, toned muscle, a happy trail that acts like a magnet for all your most sinful thoughts.

“Not serious my ass.” He scoffs.

And Colonel!Caleb shows you just how serious he is, he still is, about the girl he’s loved all his life.

A/n : this was going to be a full length fic, but I started it and couldn’t get the motivation to end it. I hope you like it anyway. Probably going to be writing a lot of lads content coming up here(I hope). How would we feel about a darker theme with Caleb?(I’m obsessed with him).

[kiiseru]

"If I kept you here with me like this...Would you think I'm being too selfish?"

[lazarusrisingx]

caleb would absolutely say some shit like this but put a :p or a :3 at the end of the message.

[cloudedangels]

A TEST OF CONTROL ❣ PT 2 (18+)

Part 2/? ▪︎ 2,292 words. (still not for minors! shoo!!!)

Part 1 -> here • Part 3 -> here ( banner art )

After a long stretch of teasing, tension, and denied pleasure, Caleb finally breaks—but only after MC gives him permission to lose control. What begins as a continuation of their power play becomes something deeper, more vulnerable, and more intense. The tension between MC and Caleb finally snaps as MC takes full control, pushing Caleb to the edge of desperation with teasing, power play, and affection. What started as punishment turns into intimate worship as Caleb begs for release, offering himself up for her pleasure. With careful reverence and trembling need, he performs oral for the first time—eager to learn her, please her, and prove his devotion. cw and tags: caleb x fem!mc, oral sex (f receiving), soft dom female lead, submissive male lead, subby caleb, service top caleb, femdom, begging, mutual pleasure, first time oral, praise kink, consent kink, teasing, desperation, gravity kink, evol use during sex, supernatural elements, clothed partially, emotional sex, orgasm from oral, overstimulation, accidental orgasm, aftercare, blushing, voice kink, romantic smut, established relationship, power play, dom/sub dynamics, smut with feelings, sensual tension, erotic vulnerability, explicit sexual content, strong language, power exchange dynamics, mild restraint via caleb's evol, light dom/sub themes, use of gravity evol during sex, intense emotional vulnerability

“I might have… run out… of self control.” 

“You earned it… do your worst– and don’t make me wait for it.” She mutters, gripping him tightly.

Caleb has been good for her. He held back, held still, begged as his pants grew tight and he started to ache for release. Let her tease him until he could hardly take it. 

By the time he gets off his shoes and pants, it's revealed how much Caleb’s wanted her. His black underwear is darkened where his obviously hard cock rests, wet and sticky in the front from his precum. The sight of it as he resumes position over her sends chills down MC's spine. 

Usually, when she and Caleb do anything, it's over their clothes. Dry humping, grinding, a hand through each other's pants…. This time, here's her in her skirt and bra and him in just his underwear. This is somehow uncharted territory for the two of them, despite how easy it feels. 

Caleb shakes above her as he kisses and bites her sloppily all over, hands moving everywhere they can, all over her body, as if he wants to mold her into an idol with his needy, calloused palms. She sings with little sighs and moans at every kiss, every touch, every lick and bite. She's trying to quiet herself down, but holding back only makes her noises more lewd when they escape her.

After several stretched out moments like this, suddenly, he pauses, his forehead pressed to hers, trembling.

“W-Why'dyous-stop?” The words are nearly whiny slurred nonsense out of MC's mouth, her voice breathy from anticipation and arousal. 

“I want… to try something, do you trust me?” He doesn't even look her in the eyes when he asks– they stay closed with yearning, his forehead on hers, breath hot in her face, her breath shuddering onto his.

“Yes,  Caleb,” she whispers, gently reaching to kiss his lips, “What do you want? I can give it to you.” She doesn't mean to sound so eager, but she is. 

He doesn't reply right away, he just stays suspended there before letting out a slow breath from his slightly parted lips.

He kisses down her neck and to her chest, catching her hard right nipple between his lips. She gasps, instinctively reaching to grasp and tangle her hands in his hair. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks, pausing his gentle suckling, his breath hot against her breast, hands on her waist. “Yes, so good…” She shudders in response,  impatiently giving his hair a tug, wordless asking for the sensation to return. He moves to the other, thinking that it's only fair that they both receive equal attention. He drinks in her sounds grinding his hips against her like he's in heat. 

With careful precision he kisses down her tummy until his mouth is soft at the hem of her skirt. He pulls it down to below her knees revealing her pretty blue panties, soaked. He lets out a small sound at the sight of it, the wet panties clinging to her pussy lips, the wetness soaking all the way through, her legs shaking, her eyes wide, chest heaving up and then down in an uneven rhythm.  

“Can I pleasure you, MC? I-I want to taste you.” He says it like he’s confessing to a sin only she could absolve,  his head down, forehead pressed to her knees so she can't see how red his face is from blushing. “I want to touch you, if you'd let me.”

MC is breathing heavily, her legs are up and they still shake despite how much she tries to make them stop. The dominant girl from earlier is gone, putty in his hands, shrunken by his gentle words. Caleb is not the only one who can beg. “Please, Caleb, do whatever you want to me,  I want it…” 

She sinks into the couch cushions, knees falling open. He groans, the sound lazy and guttural,  sliding his hands down either side of her legs before spreading them apart for better access. He presses three fingers to her soaked panties. The action is as careful and slow as it is deliberate. Her hips jolt at the contact. He exhales quickly with sharp, turned on surprise when he feels just how wet she really is.

She wants him. That much Caleb can feel.

“Fuck, you're so wet… you get this wet just from teasing me, pipsqueak?”

She did. How could she not? And then, when his hands and lips covered almost every inch of her, tasted her breasts… her panties were soaked through. 

“Does it turn you on knowing how hard I am?” His voice sounds like it's on the verge of tears or prayer, needy and wanton. “God, you’re so wet.” His voice cracks like he can barely handle it.

 “I… I can’t stop thinking about being inside you. Warm, soaked, squeezing me tight… fuck, I don’t know if I’d last.”

She nods with a small sound, the ability to form words leaving her. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting him like this, she wonders… 

‘Is this more than I bargained for?’

He kisses her tummy and inner thighs as he speaks, her shaking never lessening. Then with the waistband of her panties in between his teeth, he's pulling them down,  still careful not to tear them. They fall to the ankles of her lifted legs, then entirely, as he settles lower, between her thighs. 

Her legs drape over his shoulders instinctively, caging him in, and he's huffing like he's out of breath, his cock twitching at the sound of her whimpers. When his mouth sits in front of her bared pussy, her bush glistening with arousal,  he pauses, looking at her through his eye lashes. 

“May I?”

She moans,  low and needy. 

“Yes, Caleb… please…” Her voice is so whiny and hungry she doesn't recognize herself. She's already dripping, his hot breathed question making her clench.

“Tell me what to do if I'm doing this wrong,  okay?” Caleb has never eaten anyone out before, every first experience he could have he's preserved for her. 

‘If I can make her fall apart with just my mouth, maybe she’ll never leave...’

His thumbs spread her lips open, tenderly parting the soft hair to either side, before he licks her opening slowly and with a bit of pressure. She gasps at the feeling, and grips his hair harder than before. 

He moves with an almost studious amount of focus, staring up at MC's face, taking mental note of every sound, every contortion of her face,  every buck of her hips, every yank of his hair. Caleb's so hard it hurts, leaking against his underwear and the couch cushion with every one of her moans. He can’t believe how much he’s leaking—just from the taste of her, the sound of her.

‘How is this so good?’ 

Despite neither of them having done anything like this before, Caleb finds it feels natural to him. It’s not too different from the few times she's let him penetrate her with his fingers. All the spots are similar, she reacts the same, if not with more response. He’s kneeling between her legs, hunched down, hips grinding mindlessly into a nearby cushion, his own need half-forgotten in his devotion to her pleasure. He’s losing himself between her thighs, rutting into the pillow like it’s the only way to stay sane.

MC feels wild with the sensations. This is more pleasure than she's ever felt before. Her eyes are practically screwed shut, her head thrown to the side as all sorts of lewd sounds leave her – sounds she didn't even know she could make. The couch creaks beneath them, soft lamplight pooling across her bare thighs. 

He groans, the sound rumbling into her and she didn’t know he could sound like that. Didn’t know she could need this so badly.

She can't believe this is Caleb… All those nights reading smut and imaging him, red in the face, fingers desperate, pillows beneath her. She couldn't dare open her eyes looking at him, overstimulated, so so close to release with only one thing missing. A loud strangled gasp, bordering a cry,  escapes her throat, hips jerking up as she's nearly overstimulated by being held on the edge. 

Suddenly, she feels her hips pushed down not by his hands, but his evol, as Caleb's tongue and mouth search deeper for her pleasure. He's devouring her and holding her in place. She feels the gravity keeping her in place, and it drives her even closer. She couldn’t move, not because she didn’t want to, but because the air had thickened around her hips like invisible hands, pressing her into the cushions. 

‘Does he even realize he's doing it?’

He blinks, just once, and realizes the air is shimmering faintly around her hips,  her down. His evol acting on instinct. His lips don’t stop.

“Caleb…” She calls for him gently, not quite climactic but so very close. She just needs one more thing…

He comes up for air as MC moans and calls his name, his hot breath over her sloppy entrance, thumbs still spreading her open. She's so beautiful to him in this moment. Her bra is crooked, her hair is spilling around her head, the side of her face is red and covered in sweat. At some point she must have let go of his hair without him noticing, because her arms are up next to head, balled into fists, knuckles pale.

“Do you need me to stop, pretty girl?”

“No!” MC practically gasps out,  her head pivoting, eyes flying open. They make eye contact and neither of them have ever seen the other look at them quite like this. No fantasy had ever come close to how it felt to see him between her thighs. He couldn't have imagined how beautiful she'd look like this, the taste of her in his mouth.

They turn their heads away at the same time, blushing.

Her voice comes out raspy and clumsy, breathless. “Caleb… I-I'm close… if you use your fingers too… I could…”

She doesn't need to say another word.

“Look at me” Caleb asks, turning his head slightly, enough to meet her desperate eyes again. 

“Show me where,” he murmurs, and when she guides his hand, he follows without hesitation, fingers curling, tongue pressing with newfound rhythm. It’s clumsy in the way only something like this can be, both their hands shaking as she leads him with own warm fingers. When her hips jolt, her fists loosen, when she lets out a sound that’s closer to a sob than a moan–  that's how he knows he’s found it.

“Good girl," he breathes out the words before returning to his dedicated ministrations, hips grinding into the couch pillow beneath him like a dog in heat. 

She wants to say his name again, tell him he’s doing perfect, but all that comes out is a symphony of moans that sounds more like surrender. She clenches tight around his coaxing fingers, eyes flashing open to see his puppy-eyed gaze on her face. 

‘Oh god, I'm going to cum into his mouth…’ 

Her wild wide-eyed look shows how close she is. 

‘Fuck… she's so close…’

Caleb's mouth never stops, he's winding into the pillow as his tongue and fingers guide her through her orgasm. His fingers never stop curling deep inside her, stroking where she showed him, as her legs lock around his head.  Her toes are clenching. She sputters out curses blended with sweet sounds of pleasure and his name.  

The intensity of it drives Caleb to his own edge. MC doesn't even need to touch him for him to finish. He doesn't even mean to, doesn't realize he was so close. But her sounds, the heat of her legs around his head, it undoes him. His hips buck helplessly into the cushion, soaking the fabric.

All that's needed for him is her pleasure. He moans into her, shooting his seed into his underwear, the fingers of his free hand gripping her thigh so tight they might bruise. He gasps into her as he cums without permission from his own body, too lost in her to care. 

But somewhere in the back of his mind, shame flickers: ‘Did she notice? Will she care?’

They make eye contact as his climax piggybacks off of hers, her expression unreadable, his full of desperation and pleasure. 

The air is still heavy with her scent, with sweat, with everything unspoken. Neither of them moves for a moment. MC lies there, breathing heavily, as a breathless Caleb slowly removes his fingers from her, warm, shaking  and slick with her undoing. 

He comes up and props himself over her,  where they began. He's shy, blushing with heart and embarrassment as they look at each other. 

Her trembling hand rests a palm to the side of his face. He grabs her hand, nuzzling into her touch, before leaning down and kissing her softly. She tastes herself on him, deepening the kiss, holding his face in her hands. His shame melts away with the gentle way she holds him, and when they pull apart, she's the first to speak. 

“I didn't know you could make me feel like that, thank you.”

“I… didn’t mean to…” he admits quietly, unsure if it even matters now.

She just smiles, brushing damp hair from his forehead. “You deserved it, you did so well.”

He exhales relief. 

“Do you forgive me,  now?” He says smiling, half joking, half wondering. 

“Technically I forgave you as soon as you asked if I was upset.”

“Oh, I see. So all that was for nothing?” He smirks jokingly, cocking his head to the side, leaning back down and kissing her flushed face.

“Never nothing.”

[rafayelgod]

🌚WARNING 18+ ADULTS CONTENT🌚

NSFW, Not For Kids! 💋🔞🌚💦 CALEB Fanfic

Your Posessive Knight🔞

Let's begin, Princess. You stand at the precipice of a grand ballroom, the shimmering lights of Philos casting a warm glow on your playful smile. You are a Princess, the darling of the court, known for your bright laughter and even brighter spirit - a stark contrast to the stoicism usually expected of royalty. Across the room, a figure stands sentinel, more a force of nature than a man. That is Caleb, your knight, your protector, woven into the very fabric of your life since childhood. He is the embodiment of strength, sculpted muscle beneath polished armor, a smoldering intensity in his gaze that sets whispers fluttering among the ladies. They call him breathtaking, devastatingly handsome - and they wouldn't be wrong.

But to you, Caleb is simply... Caleb. In the bustling halls of the palace, he addresses you with utmost formality, "Your Majesty," a deep rumble that vibrates through the very air. Yet, steal away to the secluded gardens, or the quiet sanctuary of your chambers, and the mask melts. Then, you are just "Princess" to him, a familiar, affectionate murmur that speaks volumes of a bond forged in shared childhood adventures and unwavering loyalty. What the court does not see, what they are oblivious to in their admiration of the imposing knight and the radiant princess, is the silent language that flows between you two, the glances that linger a fraction too long, the unspoken understanding that binds your souls. Caleb loves you. A love as silent and steadfast as the stars, a secret he guards more fiercely than he guards your life. And tonight, at this grand ball, even amidst the swirling gowns and forced smiles, you feel the weight of that unspoken truth, a silent hum in the air between you.

Part 1

The orchestra swells as you gracefully navigate the dance floor, a kaleidoscope of colors and polite smiles blurring around you. Lord Harrington, a Duke with more land than charm, attempts to steer you into a waltz, his eyes lingering a beat too long on your décolletage. You deflect his advances with a gentle laugh, a playful remark about needing to catch your breath. He is persistent, though, his hand lingering on your waist. Across the room, you feel Caleb's gaze like a physical touch, hot and unwavering. He stands by the wall, a silent guardian, his posture impeccable, yet you can sense the tension radiating from him. His eyes, dark pools in the flickering candlelight, never leave you, tracking your every movement, every interaction. You see the subtle clench of his jaw when the Duke's hand brushes your arm again, the almost imperceptible tightening of his grip on his goblet. Jealousy, a green-eyed serpent, coils around him, though his face remains an impassive mask.

Enough is enough. You excuse yourself from the Duke with a polite curtsy, his disappointment barely concealed behind a veneer of aristocratic charm. As you move away, your eyes find Caleb's again, a silent conversation passing between you. You approach him, your steps light, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Caleb," you say, your voice just loud enough to carry over the music, "Would you be so kind as to escort me back to my chambers? I suddenly feel rather... unwell."

His composure cracks instantly. Worry creases his brow, his eyes darkening with concern. "Your highness? Are you alright?" His formal address is automatic, but the underlying anxiety is genuine.

"Just a touch dizzy," you murmur, placing a delicate hand on your temple. "Perhaps the heat of the ballroom."

Without hesitation, he steps forward, his strong arm a steady presence at your elbow. "Of course, Your Highness. Let us go at once." As you walk, he is a pillar of support, his pace perfectly attuned to yours. You feel secure, protected within his orbit.

The corridor is quieter, the music fading to a distant hum. Caleb sheds his heavy cloak in one fluid motion, the rich fabric falling like dark water. Before you can protest, he gently drapes it around your shoulders, the warmth and scent of him enveloping you. "For warmth, Princess," he murmurs, the informal address slipping out in his concern.

You smile, a genuine, soft smile that reaches your eyes. "Thank you, Caleb." And then, you let your act deepen. You sway slightly, your head swimming just as planned. You let out a soft gasp, your knees threatening to buckle.

In an instant, Caleb is there, his arm scooping you up before you can even stumble. You find yourself cradled against his chest, strong arms holding you securely. You look up into his face, his eyes stormy with worry, the green serpent of jealousy forgotten in the face of your supposed distress.

"Princess!" he exclaims, his voice rough with alarm. He doesn't hesitate, lifting you effortlessly into a bridal carry. Your arms instinctively loop around his neck, your breath catching at the sudden intimacy. He is so close, his warmth radiating through his tunic, the scent of leather and steel and him filling your senses.

"Summon a physician!" he commands, his voice echoing down the corridor. Maids scramble from the shadows, their eyes wide with concern, rushing to obey his order as he strides purposefully towards your chambers, you held securely in his arms.

Part 2

After a flurry of concerned maids and a rather flustered physician who declared you simply overheated and in need of rest (you managed a convincing pale face and a weak voice), you were tucked into your silken sheets. Caleb, ever the dutiful knight, stood guard just outside your chamber doors, a silent sentinel in the dimly lit hallway.

An hour passed, the palace settling into a quiet hush. You called softly, "Caleb?"

The door creaked open almost immediately, and he was there, his imposing figure filling the doorway. "Your Highness? Are you alright? Is there anything you need?" His voice was low, laced with worry.

"Come in, Caleb," you beckoned, gesturing to the chair beside your bed with a languid wave of your hand. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. He remained standing, stiff and formal, even in the intimacy of your chambers.

"Sit, Caleb," you insisted, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "You look like you're about to face down a dragon, not a slightly overheated princess."

He finally settled into the chair, though still perched on the edge, his gaze fixed on you, searching, concerned. "Are you truly feeling better, Princess?"

"Much better, thanks to your swift action," you said, your smile widening. "Though, perhaps carrying me bridal style was a tad... excessive?" You teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

A rare blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks a delightful shade of crimson. "I... I was concerned for your well-being, Your Majesty." He stammered slightly, the usually unflappable knight momentarily flustered.

You chuckled softly. "Relax, Caleb. I'm just teasing." You leaned forward slightly, your playful demeanor shifting to something softer, more intimate. "Tell me, did you truly think I was about to faint?"

He met your gaze, his eyes locking with yours. The formal façade melted away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. "I... I was terrified, Princess." His voice was barely a whisper, husky with emotion.

"Terrified?" you prompted gently, intrigued by this glimpse beneath his armor.

He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with such open emotion. "You are... precious, Princess. The thought of you being harmed..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of his feelings.

Silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words, with years of suppressed emotions. You looked at him, really looked at him. The strong lines of his jaw, the slight scar above his brow, the way his dark hair fell across his forehead - all the familiar details suddenly sharpened, imbued with a new intensity. He looked back at you, his gaze no longer formal, no longer merely protective, but something deeper, something yearning, something that mirrored the ache in your own heart.

The air crackled, the unspoken tension reaching a fever pitch. You leaned forward, drawn to him as if by an invisible force. Your hand reached out, hesitantly, and rested on his arm, the warmth of his skin radiating through his tunic. His gaze dropped to your hand, then lifted back to meet yours, his eyes dark and questioning.

And then, without conscious thought, without hesitation, you leaned in further, closing the space between you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his.

The kiss was tentative at first, a soft brush of lips against lips, a question and an answer in a single touch. Then, as if a dam had broken, years of unspoken longing poured forth. His lips parted beneath yours, and you deepened the kiss, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his arms came around you, pulling you closer, closer, until there was no space left between you. The world outside your chamber faded away, leaving only the taste of him, the feel of his strong arms, the burning connection that had finally, irrevocably ignited.

Part 3

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Caleb's hand moved from your arm to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the angle. Your own hands moved to his shoulders, gripping his tunic, pulling him closer still. You felt the heat of his body against yours, the hard muscles beneath the fabric, the intoxicating scent of him filling your senses.

He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was ragged, his voice husky as he spoke, "Hah, Princess..."

Then, he shifted, moving closer still, until he was kneeling beside the bed, his body half-leaning over you. He braced his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him, his gaze burning into yours. "Princess," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, "I... I can't... I've loved you for so long. I can't resist anymore."

He confessed it then, the secret he had guarded for years, the love that had been simmering beneath the surface of duty and formality. The words hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken desire, with years of longing.

And you, breathless and flushed from the kiss, your heart pounding a wild rhythm against your ribs, you looked up at him, at the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and you knew you couldn't deny it any longer. "Caleb," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I... I love you too."

Relief washed over his face, chasing away the tension, replaced by a radiant, almost disbelieving joy. He lowered his head again, his lips finding yours once more, this time with a fierce tenderness, a possessive urgency that made your senses reel.

This kiss was different, deeper, fueled by the open declaration of your shared love. He kissed you with a hunger that mirrored your own, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, then slipping inside, exploring the sweet depths of your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being held, of being loved, of finally, finally being his.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and giddy, you both dissolved into laughter, light and airy, the release of pent-up emotions bubbling forth. You giggled, burying your face in his shoulder, the sound echoing softly in the quiet chamber. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against you, holding you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

For a long moment, you simply lay there, intertwined, breathing each other in, the laughter fading into comfortable silence. Then, as the warmth of his body and the lingering dizziness from your earlier feigned illness began to catch up with you, a yawn escaped your lips.

He instantly tensed, pulling back slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "Princess, you are still unwell," he murmured, misunderstanding your exhaustion.

"No," you said softly, reaching out to cup his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw with your thumb. "I am... happy. And a little sleepy."

Understanding dawned in his eyes, softening his features. He smiled, a tender, loving smile that made your heart melt. "Rest, Princess," he whispered, kissing your forehead gently. "I will stay here."

He settled back beside you, his arm still around you, holding you close. You nestled against him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. He could have taken you then, in that moment of raw desire and confessed love. But he didn't. He held you, gently, respectfully, his own desires held firmly in check because you were still, in his eyes, "unwell." And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew, with absolute certainty, that you had given your heart to a man who would cherish it, protect it, and love you with a fierceness that burned brighter than any crown.

Part 4

You awoke to the soft morning light filtering through the silken curtains, feeling gloriously rested and... different. A smile bloomed on your lips as you remembered the events of the previous night, the stolen kisses, the whispered confessions, the overwhelming feeling of being loved. You stretched languidly, feeling a lightness in your step, a joy that bubbled up from within.

The maids entered soon after, their usual morning routine taking on a new, almost celebratory air. They fussed over your bath, the scented oils swirling in the warm water, their gentle murmurs and knowing smiles hinting that perhaps they weren't as oblivious to the unspoken tensions between you and Caleb as you had thought.

Dressed in a light, flowing gown of pale rose silk, your hair cascading in soft waves around your shoulders, you felt radiant, vibrant. "Send word to Caleb," you instructed, a playful lilt to your voice. "Tell him I require his... presence."

A few moments later, he appeared at your chamber door, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation. He stepped inside, his gaze immediately locking with yours. He was dressed in his usual tunic, his hair slightly tousled, his eyes still holding that smoldering intensity that made your heart flutter.

"Princess," he began, his voice low, his eyes scanning you, searching for any sign of lingering illness. "How are you feeling this morning?"

You smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up your face. "Much better, Caleb," you said, stepping towards him, your bare feet silent on the plush carpet. You reached out, taking his hands in yours, your fingers intertwining with his. "In fact, I feel... wonderful."

His gaze softened, a smile mirroring yours spreading across his face, chasing away the residual worry. He squeezed your hands gently, his thumb stroking your knuckles. "I am glad, Princess."

And then, he leaned in, his eyes dropping to your lips. He kissed you, softly at first, a gentle exploration, a reaffirmation of the night before. Then, as your own lips parted beneath his, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding.

You blushed, a delightful warmth spreading through your cheeks as you kissed him back, your hands moving to cup his face, drawing him closer. He tasted of morning, of warmth, of him. The kiss went on and on, a silent conversation of desire and unspoken promises.

He broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead resting against yours. "Princess," he murmured, his voice husky with need, "I...hah, last night, I held back because you were unwell. But now..." He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, a question unspoken but clear in his gaze.

You looked at him, at the raw desire in his eyes, the unspoken plea, and your own desire mirrored his. You knew what he was asking, and you wanted it, craved it, yearned for it with every fiber of your being.

You nodded, just a small, almost imperceptible nod, but it was enough.

A low groan escaped his lips, a sound of both relief and anticipation. "Mmh," He kissed you again, fiercely, passionately, his hands moving to cup your face, then sliding down your neck, tracing the delicate line of your collarbone, then lower, to the soft curve of your breasts beneath the silk of your gown.

He pulled back just slightly, his eyes burning into yours, his voice rough with need. "Princess, ah are you sure? Can I...?" He couldn't bring himself to say the words, but the question hung heavy in the air between you. Consent, respect, desire - all intertwined in his gaze.

You nodded again, more firmly this time, your eyes locking with his, your own desire mirroring his. You reached out, your hand tracing the strong line of his jaw, then pulling him closer, whispering against his lips, "Yes, Caleb. Please."

And then, all restraint shattered. He kissed you again, a kiss that was no longer tentative, no longer questioning, but a full-blown assault on your senses. He swept you up into his arms, carrying you to your bed, laying you down gently amidst the silken sheets.

He shed his tunic quickly, his movements urgent, his eyes never leaving yours. He was magnificent, all sculpted muscle and raw masculinity, the warrior stripped bare, vulnerable and powerful all at once. He knelt beside you, his gaze worshipping, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the ties of your gown.

The silk whispered as it slid down your body, revealing you to his gaze. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire, with awe. "You are... beautiful, Princess," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion.

And then, he was upon you, his body pressing against yours, the heat of him igniting a fire within you. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue plunging into your mouth, mimicking the act to come. His hands moved over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin, igniting sparks with every touch.

You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hand slid between your legs, finding the sensitive nub between your thighs, and you gasped, arching against his touch.

"Caleb...ah," you moaned, your voice breathless, your body arching with need.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a fierce possessiveness, a burning desire that mirrored your own. "Yes, Princess?" he murmured, his voice rough against your ear.

"Please," you whispered, your hips lifting instinctively towards his hand.

He needed no further encouragement. His fingers worked their magic, driving you wild with pleasure, until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. And then, finally, he shifted, positioning himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours.

"Are you ready, Princess?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yes," you breathed, your eyes wide with anticipation, with desire, with love. "Yes, Caleb, please."

He entered you then, slowly at first, stretching you, filling you, until he was buried deep within you. You gasped, a sharp intake of breath as pleasure and a slight sting collided. He paused, waiting for you to adjust, his eyes searching yours, filled with concern.

"A-are you alright?" he murmured, his voice low.

You nodded, your breath catching, the initial discomfort giving way to a burgeoning pleasure. "Yes," you whispered, "Mh, Don't stop."

And he didn't. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm and intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, building, intensifying, until you were lost in a sea of sensation. You moaned his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body arching up to meet his every thrust.

"Princess... ah, ahh..." he groaned, his voice ragged, his body slick with sweat. He moved faster, harder, driving you both higher and higher towards the precipice. The world narrowed to just the two of you, the feel of his body inside yours, the rhythm of your movements, the gasps and moans that filled the chamber.

And then, the world exploded. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over you, consuming you, shattering you into a million pieces and then putting you back together again, stronger, brighter, more alive than ever before. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as you reached your peak.

"Hahh," Caleb followed close behind, his own release a raw, guttural sound as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged against your neck. You held him close, your arms wrapped tightly around him, your bodies slick with sweat, intertwined, inseparable.

After a long, breathless moment, he shifted, rolling to his side, pulling you with him, holding you nestled against his chest. He kissed your forehead, his touch tender, loving. "Princess," he murmured, his voice soft, "Thats amaizing,"

You smiled, a sleepy, contented smile, burying your face in his chest. "So are you, Caleb," you whispered back, your voice husky with sated desire.

He held you close, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead again and again. "I love you," he murmured, the words soft, heartfelt, a promise whispered in the quiet intimacy of your chamber. "More than life itself."

And you looked up at him, your eyes shining with love, your heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Caleb," you whispered back, and you knew, in that moment, that your life, and your love story, had only just begun.

- The End -🌚💋💦

© Melody (Follow For More Hot Story) 🌚🔞💋💦

[voidedgalaxies]

cuteness aggression and yearning (Asami belongs to @azzura)

[littlesyluscrow]

Spring blooms with emotion in Floating Floraletter, Caleb’s breathtaking 5-Star Limited Memoria. 🌸💌

Voiced in CN Dub and subbed in English, this beautiful Love and Deepspace story blends gentle romance with poetic visuals, all in stunning 4K. Watch Caleb express a love that blossoms like the season—soft, vibrant, and unforgettable. ✨

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Oh, it was sooo worth it 😍❤️

We brought this man home today 🍎👏

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I wanted to join in the trend since I posted on X already hehehehe also would love some art moots!!

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Caleb (Love and Deep Space)

[sunni-writes]

Sylus Audio +18

[kiiseru]

Did you honestly think I would always be the kind-hearted boy from your childhood? || Caleb 🍎

[lazarusrisingx]

Power surge PT1

Yandere big brother!caleb x non-mc reader

Tw: porn with some plot. Incest, brat tamer Caleb, mean dom caleb, size kink, overstimulation, punishment, petplay, using toys on reader, fingering, breeding kink, yandere caleb, degradation, impact play

Summary: you move in with your older brother since your college is out for the summer, you dont think Caleb would remain the same overbearing, overprotective older brother that he always was when you were kids, so you decide to stay out late one night. 

note: i havent written smut in a while so lemme know what yall think! if this does good ill probs make a part two. ive been working on this for a few days now so yippee!

Skyhavens night life was quite different than that of linkon cities. It was safer. The armed patrol men stood every hundred feet, cop cars patrolled at regular intervals, and every bar had a bouncer. You weren't very shocked, it was a smaller area than lincoln, the resources needed for constant patrols was significantly less than what linkon would need. 

You had decided to go out with a few college friends. A few drinks and a little dancing never hurt anything, did it? It had been about a month since you had seen them last, staying at Caleb's house was nice but it did leave you a bit isolated from your besties. Who could blame you for wanting to get out and have some fun?

So now, it was well past midnight, and after a lot more than just a few drinks, you struggled to enter the code to get into Caleb's house. With one hand on the door, heels beside your aching feet on the ground, you hunched over the scanner, scowling at the little red dot as it continued to flash. 

After your third attempt, a sharp chirping sound came from the code pad, the screen flashed with a security alert, and you could hear the other locks engaging on the door. 

“Shit.” you muttered. 

Caleb had more security than he needed. After 3 failed attempts the house would go into lockdown mode. Extra locks engaging on every door and every window, cameras would begin to film in high resolution with color and audio, if you did manage to make it into the house a message would be sent to the nearest cop cars to come to this location. 

Dizzy, you step back, the cold concrete gritted into the soles of your bare feet as you bring out your phone. Caleb was most likely asleep by now, but it would be worth it to give him a call.

The phone had hardly gotten through its first ring when the front door was swung open. Startled, you stumbled back a little bit and looked up to see Caleb, there was a cold look on his face and his eyes bore into yours. 

“Inside.” he grunted, he stooped to pick up your shoes, and when you didnt move he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the house himself. 

The lockdown was quickly uninitiated, Caleb tapped a few buttons on his phone to make it go away before locking the door again. You stepped into the hallway, a bit uncomfortable by how angry he looked. Caleb never mentioned you had to be home by a certain time. Maybe you had woken him up out of his sleep?

“Sorry Caleb, it was terrible trying to get a cab.” you said, trying to steady your voice so he didn't know you were drunk. 

Caleb stayed quiet as you walked for the couch, tripping over the edge of the carpet and catching yourself on the armrest of a leather chair. 

“Do you have any idea how damn late it is?” Caleb asked. There was an angry edge to his voice, cold and steely. You had only heard him use this tone when you had fucked up badly, or when he was in ‘colonel-mode’ as you liked to call it. 

“Relax caleb im out this late often.” you muttered, you walked around the couch and sat, letting out a satisfied groan to be off your feet. 

“Really? Till’ 3am? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be out wandering alone? Without any damn shoes? Drunk?” Caleb asked. His voice began to raise as he stood in front of you. 

You massage your temples and shake your head, annoyance beginning to seep into you. 

“You've always been like this Caleb, can't you just chill? God damn you're annoying sometimes. I'm not little anymore! I have a knife, and the pepper spray you bought me.” you reasoned. 

Caleb shook his head, his arms folded and he glared down at you. 

“That isn't gonna stop someone if you're too drunk to realize they've been sneaking up on you.” he replied. 

You waved a hand at him, turning away and pulling out your phone. 

“Go to bed caleb, we arent fucking kids anymore i dont have or need a curfew.” you responded. 

As the phone screen lit up, Caleb stepped forward, snatching your phone from your hand. You tried to snatch it back, but he put his mechanical arm on your shoulder, pushing you into the couch as he peered into your eyes. 

“Clearly you need one because you're too stupid to realize there are awful people even here in Skyhaven. What if you went home with someone? Huh? You're just gonna sleep with me’? Just gonna give it to some random guy like a damn whore?” he said. 

You were a bit shocked, and it showed on your face, Caleb shook his head. 

“What the fu-”

“Dont give me that ‘oh what the fuck caleb’, no, you go out, you get drunk, and you make mistakes. Mistakes like sleeping with some random guy and not-” he cut himself off this time. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. The two of you argued quite a bit, but you hadn't had an argument this tense for a long time. Caleb squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. 

“I'm not going out to sleep with anyone because you make it sound like I'm a whore! And I don't have rules anymore Caleb, not for a long time!” you said. 

Caleb clenched his jaw, and opened his eyes to peer down at you. 

“Really? You think things changed just because you moved away?" Caleb asked. 

He inched in a little closer, the phone in his hand fell onto your lap, now empty he placed his hand on the other side of your body, caging you against the couch. His mechanical arm shifted its position, now grasping onto your forearm. The cool metal vibrated slightly against your skin, the fingertips pressed into your flesh ensuring you couldn't move anywhere. 

“Yeah. thats kinda how becoming an adult works you fuckin’ idiot.” you spat back. 

Caleb's nose twitched and he suddenly smirked. 

“Really? So that's what you wanted tonight right? To go out and get fucked? Tell me lil’ sis, how'd that go over when we lived with gran again? You remember that?” he asked. 

His voice was quieter now, a lingering threat behind it as you remembered what he spoke about. It was something the two of you swore to never speak about again. The thought of it made your cheeks flush and your stomach squeezed. 

“Sh-shut up, fuckin’ weirdo that not-”

“Oh so you do remember right? You know what being a brat gets you? If I recall , my little punishment kept you quite satisfied. I can even distinctly remember a few times after, comin’ in my room with your cheeks red, asking-no begging me t-”

“I said shut up!” you responded, cheeks now bright pink, your hand shot up to clamp over his mouth, but Caleb dodged it with a sly grin. He gripped your arm tighter and pulled you off the couch and to your feet. 

“See you made a mistake tonight you know that.” Caleb said, your back was facing him, your shoulders pressed into his chest as he snaked an arm around your waist. Your heart hammered, but you didn't stop him, one part curious, another part paralyzed. A heat bloomed between your legs, memories of secret, forbidden nights with Caleb coming back all at once. 

You had tried to forget them. Ashamed of what the two of you had done, and the other part of you missed it. Maybe that's why you couldn't bring yourself to go to more than second base with anyone since moving. 

“C’mon don't go quiet on me now pip-squeak, you were such a brat earlier, where'd that fight go hm?” he asked. His head dipped down, his breath lilted over your neck as he chuckled. 

Caleb pushed the two of you forward, you were stumbling over your feet being guided by him, a mixture of drunkenness, and the face Caleb was so close behind you. 

“You're a bastard.” you mumbled back to caleb. 

Another laugh escaped Caleb, he leaned down, sweeping your legs out from under you and carrying you bridal style. He took one look at your face and shook his head as he walked down the hallway, down to your bedroom. 

“Y’know i found something while you were gone.” he said. 

You stared at him curiously, glancing around your room as the two of you entered it. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

He stayed silent as he set you on the bed, gentle as ever. Caleb turned, and walked to the dresser, pulling open your panty drawer and rifling around. 

“Hey wait! You fuckin’ creep dont look in there!” you said. You stood up, realizing what he was talking about, and tried to grab Caleb away. 

An invisible force pushed you back towards the bed, Caleb's Evol held you in place as he produced a few barbie pink toys from your drawer. 

“These are pretty new pip-squeaks. Did you buy them just for me to find?” he asked. There was a hint of amusement in his voice, his eyes gleamed devilishly as he faced you. 

Your face burned with embarrassment not a single comeback came to mind as he got closer, turning your vibrator around in one hand and looking it over. You didn't even think about the fact that he must've been rifling through your panty drawer earlier. He saw all the pretty lace lingerie you had, the pairs of thongs, silky bras. You were desperately trying to think of something to say, your mouth opened and closed as Caleb stared expectantly at you. When you were silent, he sighed, and took another step forward, this time looking over the dildo you had stashed away. 

“Y’know lil’ sis’ i will say this surprised me. A vibrator is one thing, but a dildo? Your little fingers couldn't reach far enough when you were pumping your cunt hm? I mean, this is quite small, you know it never feels as good as your big brother right? Or is this all that pretty pussy of yours can handle since I haven't been there to stuff that tiny hole?” caleb asked. 

You looked away. “I-shut up caleb! I-i just needed some help is all. Im not-i dont go out just to have sex you were wrong about that okay? Just put them away! Fuckin’ pervert!” you responded. 

Caleb closed the distance between you two, sitting on the bed and letting your toys fall into your lap, all of them except the dildo, he looked it over, unimpressed. 

“Really? Have you had sex with anyone since you left?” he asked. 

The question hung in the air, waiting for a response. You didn't want to answer. It was a bit embarrassing, quite frankly. It's not like you didn't have plenty of opportunities to sleep with someone. It's just that… you didn't. 

“Have you?” you questioned back, trying to get around answering caleb. 

“No.” he responded quickly. Caleb leaned towards you as you looked back at him in surprise, a small smile on his face. 

“Does that shock you pip-squeak?” he asked. 

You nodded. Caleb's friends always made it seem like he was some sort of womanizer. They talked about him always taking a girl home and coming back quite late in the night afterwards. There was even a rumor in high school that he slept his way through the cheer team. 

“You didn't answer my question though. Did you sleep with anyone else? Or… have you been waiting for your dear brother to come and take care of you again? You know you could've just asked right?” Caleb said. 

There was a hint of desperation in his voice, he was staring so intensely at you that you wouldn't think for a moment. His lilac eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and pleading. He wanted your response quite badly. 

“I-i don't think i need to caleb, it-it's not important okay just, lets go to bed.” you responded. 

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. Caleb sat up a bit, climbing onto the bed as his evol released you from your held position. You attempted to stand up, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you into Caleb's lap. You sat facing away from him, head pressed into his chest as he clicked his tongue with disappointment. 

“No no, i want answers from you.” he responded, his arm held you in place, his legs settled between yours, jutting out to make your thighs part, the hem of your dress slid up your thighs. A small noise of surprise escaped as he did this. 

“What do you think you're doing caleb!” you exclaimed. He remained silent, his non-mechanical arm reached out and easily brushed the tender flesh of your thigh. His muscles tensed under you, and you could feel a growing hard-on pressing into your back. 

“You won't gimme an answer, and you've been such a damn brat all night. What do you think I'm doing princess?” he asked quietly. 

Butterflies erupted in your belly, you squirmed in his arms and he only held you tighter, his biceps bulged against you as a quiet laugh vibrated through you. 

“Still so small, it's like fighting with a little puppy, you know that? I mean, at one point I thought you might grow a little more, get some more muscle, but here you are still just so tiny up against me.” Caleb said. 

“Shut up! Caleb, stop being a pervert!” you said. 

He placed his chin on top of your head, his hand suddenly grabbed the fat of your thigh and squeezed painfully, eliciting a whimper and stopping your movements. Caleb stiffened underneath you and you felt his erection twitch in his pants. 

“Do that again princess.” he asked, squeezing your thigh a little harder. 

Another whine, a little louder this time, and you started to squirm. 

“That hurts stupid!”

Caleb shook his head, sighing in frustration at your struggle. 

“C’mon stay still, be a good girl for your big brother alright? Just take your punishment properly and I might go easy okay?” he pleaded. 

His voice oozed with a sympathetic, almost apologetic tone. His hand caressed the now sore part of your thigh, his hands were a lot bigger, and much more calloused now. The sensation was pleasant, making you pause your struggle against him for a moment. You tried to look up at him, catching a glimpse of his lust filled eyes. He stared down at you like you were prey caught in a trap, his eyes never left your thighs as he continued to gently massage you. After a moment he dragged his eyes down to your face. 

“What a good little sister, so calm for me now…” he cooed. The arm holding you in place moved upwards a bit, when the two of you wrestled as kids he always put you in a headlock, this position reminded you a bit of that. 

“Caleb…” you whined quietly. He raised an eyebrow glancing at your slowly parting legs. Your core was throbbing now. You hardly noticed until now how worked up he was getting you. Just by gently massaging your legs. 

His fingers trailed downwards, leaving chills in their wake. You shivered slightly, shutting your eyes as you took a deep breath, prepared to feel his fingers slowly pull away your panties. 

God you don't know how long you had been waiting for this. Whether consciously or not, your body was so excited to feel his familiar touch again. You waited, feeling his hands draw closer to your clothed pussy, wetness had dampened your panties already, a surge of embarrassment ran through you as you thought about how wet he got you. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words were robbed from you as a sudden smack came across your thigh. A loud cry left your mouth, and you bucked slightly from the pain, trying to move away from the cruel hand now aiming for your other thigh. 

“W-wait caleb-”

“You were so bad earlier, you didn't think I'd forget right? You thought I'd let you off easily cause you spread your legs for me like a slut huh?” Caleb asked. 

Another smack, this time bringing tears to your eyes and a whimpering moan. The pain stung deliciously, your core throbbed with need as you tried to slam your legs shut. It only earned another slap, and soon an invisible force pulled you up. Caleb stayed under you, and guided you back down to the bed, this time your face was pressed into the comforter, your ass was across his lap and received a gentle massage. 

“You need a good punishment. Been able to be a fuckin’ brat for so long havent you? Don't worry pip-squeak your big brother knows exactly what you need to behave." Caleb replied. 

Smack! His palm came down roughly on your ass, a cry escaped you and you tried to pull away from Caleb. He was still so much stronger than you. He put a hand around the back of your neck, holding you down with just a bit of force, another smack, followed by a volley of cruel spanks against your ass. 

Tears pricked out of your eyes, you could only whine and cry out, your voice muffled slightly by the bed underneath you. 

“Oh I know princess, it hurts doesn't it?” Caleb cooked. His voice dripped with faux sympathy. He was always so cruel like this. 

A muffled yes came from you, only to turn into a yell as he slammed his palm against your ass as hard as he could. The smack echoed in the room, and you felt like you were going to see stars. The breath was knocked out of you as it came again, and again, and again. Your dress did little to soften the blow, and after the third smack, Caleb dragged the skirt over your ass to admire the now bright red handprints he had left. 

“Think that was enough little sis?” Caleb asked. He leaned over you, dragging something across the bed as you pathetically whimpered and cried. Your ass felt hot and stung badly. 

“Mhm, y-yes Caleb,” you said weakly. 

Caleb hummed quietly, he slowly parted your thighs, giving them a gentle massage once more. 

“You did such a good pip-squeak. I know it hurts so much doesn't it?” he asked. His voice was gentle, he leaned towards your head, letting go of the grip he held on your neck as his hands inched towards your panties. 

“It does…” you muttered. 

“Oh I'm sorry love, do you want me to make it feel better? Wanna feel good now right?” he asked. There was a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Please,” you said. 

His fingers grazed over your clothed clit, drawing slow, feather light circles above it. The feeling made you twitch and arch your back slightly, a quiet groan escaping your mouth. You had completely soaked your panties, Caleb could only smile widely knowing you got off on his spanking. He knew you did, that was always your favorite punishment from him. No matter how you whined and begged for him to stop, he knew you always wanted more. 

“Such a poor thing, you're so pathetic.” Caleb cooked. He pressed down a little more on your hardened nub, slowly rubbing up and down. The sensation was dulled by the barrier of fabric, but you were still able to feel the tingling pleasure. A quiet groan escaped you again, which built into a sharp yelp as Caleb landed a harsh slap against your pussy. 

“Too bad I'm not done punishing you isn't it?” Caleb growled, all the faux-sympathy was gone from his voice, any gentle tone left as if it had never been there to begin with. 

You tried to escape the harsh smacks against your cunt, your clit throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, you attempted to sit up, only to be harshly held down again. 

“Stupid dumb little slut. Think imma stop now? God there really must be nothing in that brain anymore huh? Not till you answer my question princess, quite crying and telling me. How many other guys did you let in this pussy? Were they better than your big brother's cock? Huh? Answer me slut!” he demanded. 

His hand kept pounding down on you, your brain fuzzed with the mix of pain and pleasure surging through your body, you tried to form an answer, but only a pathetic amount of crying and whimpering could leave you. If he just stopped for a moment you could tell him! But it was damn near impossible. You were left to simply take it, listening to his cruel remarks. 

“I waited till you came back y’know? Waited so long so i could have you again, all to myself, no more reason to be quiet, i can do whatever i want to you now, but your such a slutty bimbo you try and go get fucked while your here with me? Fuckin’ disrespectful you know that? You know how much i fucking love you? Makes me wanna tie you up in this little room and keep you here. So you can only see me, only be with me, so those pretty eyes will only look at me." Caleb growled. 

He finally paused his spanking. You were out of breath, the room spun around you as you quietly cried and tried to form a sentence. 

“D-didnt… i didnt… mmph.. Caleb, di-didn't-”

“Didnt what? Didn't know?” he questioned. 

You shook your head, your legs trembled. 

“Didnt.. Fuck anyone.. Else.” you whimpered. 

The room grew quiet, and Caleb let out a deep breath. His hands went back to massaging your now heated and slightly bruised ass and thighs. 

“You didn't?” he asked quietly. His voice hasn't lost that edge, but it did soften. He was still angry with you. 

“N-no, ‘m promise.” you mumbled. 

He squeezed your thighs again, forcing them to part. His fingers found your clothed clit once more and applied a bit of pressure, rubbing circles once more, this time with a bit more force than before. A string of moans left your mouth as your head slumped against the pillow. He seemed satisfied by your answer. 

“That's my good girl,” he said softly, the mean edge had left his voice, replaced by the softer tone you knew very well. You whined at the praise, earning a quiet chuckle from Caleb again. 

“You like that huh? Being my good girl? Mmm… you are such a good little sister you know that? So patient, even refusing other guys so you can be with your big brother huh?" Caleb asked. 

You nodded, and Caleb's fingers pressed more firmly to your clit. Your thighs trembled and tried to close together again, Caleb's hand left your neck and firmly held them open. 

“Don't try to stop it, just let me make you feel good,” Caleb murmured gently. 

You whimpered in response, especially loud when his hand left your clit. You were prepared to feel another harsh smack, but instead, your panties slowly slid down your ass, and your dress pushed up further. A quiet gasp escaped Caleb as he gently parted your folds, an exploratory finger trailing down your slit. 

“So wet… just for me,” Caleb muttered, he sighed and gently prodded his fingers into your pussy, they were so much bigger than yours it made you whine and whimper loudly. 

“Oh I know pip-squeak, I'm bigger than your little hands, right? You've always been so tiny inside, do you think I'll still fit?” Caleb asked. 

He pushed a finger in deeper, now knuckle deep. You squirmed, hips bucking away but Caleb held you firmly. 

“Mm Caleb… mmph~ m-more please!” you whined. 

Caleb curled his finger inside you, slowly pushing in and out, it was a terribly slow pace, making you shiver and whimper. He was taking his sweet time, it was torturous. 

“Just take it like this princess, nice and slow and gentle just how you like it. Feels good doesn't it? Think I can add one more?" Caleb purred. 

He dragged his finger out, and you felt the second one press against you slowly push inside, it made you shiver and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He kept the same torturous pace.

“F-faster please… mmph Caleb please!” you whined. 

He shushed you, instead of moving faster he stilled all his movements and removed his fingers entirely. He leaned down, brushing hair out of your face. You looked up to see his soft eyes peering down at you. 

“Is that right little sis? You want more don't you?” Caleb asked. 

You nodded your head. 

He hummed quietly, before scooping his arms under you and lifting you up. A small gasp left you as you settled back on his lap. His chest pressed firmly against your back as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. A sigh left you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his hands began rubbing circles over your stomach. 

“It's been too long since I got to hold you pip-squeak,” Caleb mumbled quietly. His voice was now breathy. He pressed another kiss to your neck, his tongue flicking out to lick a gentle stripe. The kiss sent a shudder down your back as his hands dug into your plush stomach. 

“I won't stay away long again,” you mumbled softly. 

He nodded, kissing your shoulder and biting gently. A soft groan left you as his bite became a little harder, something of a grumble came from Caleb. He suddenly bit down hard on your neck, the pain made you whine and squirm in his arms. When he pulled away he chuckled. 

“You promise you won't? You'll start staying here with me right?” he asked. 

“Y-yes Caleb, I will,” you replied. 

He nodded slowly. After a moment of comfortable silence, his hands began to trail back to your legs. 

“Well, I guess I do need to take care of you tonight, right? Make sure you come back for more?” Caleb asked. 

You squirmed a little bit, a small smile gracing your features and you nodded. 

“Oh no, say it properly, use your words pip-squeak,” Caleb said.

His hands trailed between your thighs and gently pinched the tender skin. 

“Mm, you're so mean, Caleb, always teasing me,” you mumbled quietly. A pit of embarrassment formed in your stomach. He always made you beg and ask nicely for him to help you like this. 

“Mean? Me? Nooo… listen, all you gotta say is this: ‘Please big brother, stuff my tight little pussy and use me how you want tonight. I promise I'll stay here with you and won't even look at other people, all I need is my big brother. Please Caleb, please.’ maybe a little extra whiney for me okay?” Caleb said. 

Your cheeks flushed bright red. “Pl-please cal-”

“Nooo, that's not what I said, baby.” Caleb teased. He pinched your thigh again, which made you whimper quietly. 

“Please big brother…” you couldn't get yourself to finish the sentence, it was so filthy the way he got off on this. He knew it embarrassed you to say out loud. 

“Come on, be a good girl for me okay?” Caleb asked. 

“And… and stuff my tight pussy and use me how you want tonight.” you quickly finished, and one of your hands flew to cover your face from the embarrassment. It was stopped mid-air by Caleb's evol, and you glanced up to see him smiling widely. 

“And what else pip-squeak?” 

“I promise I'll stay here with you and I won't even look at-at other people.” you mumbled. 

“Say the next part is nice and loud for me okay?” Caleb requested. 

You cleared your throat to speak more clearly. 

“All I need is my big brother. Please Caleb, please..” you said. 

He practically purred at the statement, burying his face in your neck and kissing over the tender skin. He hit every sensitive spot, making you breathe in deeper and close your eyes. The embarrassment from the moments before slowly faded as heat began to pool between your legs again. 

“That's a good girl for me. Always so good. I'll take care of you pip-squeak, i'll make sure you can't even walk tomorrow.”

[lydskisses]

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