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cvriolanus · 4 years

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sweet as honey | caliban imagine

a/n: back at it again! figured i would write some actual smut since we’re all thirsting over this man. as always, feedback is very appreciated! <3 also, would y’all like to see a part 2 to ‘pretty thing’? let me know!

plot: caliban eats you out for the first time.

warnings: smut? oral (fem!receiving), caliban being a cocky lil shit like always, fluff

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You’ve been waiting for what seemed like days, when it has only been a few hours since he left, promising to return once he was finished with business in Hell. He was the Prince of Hell after all, he had duties in order to claim the throne.

You sighed, sprawled out across your bed, your breathing slow and steady while thinking of his angelic face. His features were flawless to you, his lips were perfectly shaped, skin soft like silk, his eyes piercing and promising danger, his blond hair softly falling around his head like an angel’s halo. Except, he was no angel—no, far from it.

The sun was now beginning to set, birds flying into trees to sleep away the night. Your parents were away visiting your mothers side of the family, telling you that they’d return in a week. Without missing a beat, you summoned your boyfriend Caliban earlier that day, attacking him with your lips, speaking every few seconds and explaining that you two would have your parents house all to yourselves all week long.

The two of you haven’t gone all the way yet, you were nervous about upsetting Caliban with your inexperience, shying away from telling him the truth that you were in fact, a virgin. Little did you know, he already knew the truth of your purity.

Speaking of said Prince, Caliban appeared in a whirl of raging flames by the end of your bed, his head tilting slightly at your sleepy form. Your eyes immediately opened, landing on the Prince. “Caliban!” you gasped, shooting up from your bed and running over to him. He quickly catched you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you in against him so that he could lean down and kiss you senseless.

You moaned against his mouth, making your knees buckle. He hummed, lightly sucking on your bottom lip, before giving it a slight tug with his teeth. “I missed you,” he whispered, smashing his lips against yours passionately, your tongues battling against each other’s. “You taste so sweet,” Caliban said after a moment, pulling away to look at you with lustful eyes. “I wonder how sweet you’ll taste somewhere other than your mouth.”

Your cheeks heated up immediately, your body feeling aflamed and so, so needy for the man in front of you. Caliban smirked, sensing your thoughts. “Well, what do you say? Mind if I have a taste?” Caliban purred, backing you up slowly so that the back of your knees bumped against the bed, his tone making your hands shake. You curled your hands into tight fists, releasing a quiet “Yes, please.”

Caliban grinned, instantly going around the bed, before plopping down and laying on it, his head resting comfortably on your soft pillows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he owned the place with how relaxed he looked. If only you could relax as well.

“Come sit on my face, sweetheart.”

The words nearly knocked you over, your eyes going wide. “What? Are you sure—“

“Yes,” Caliban groaned, his hand making its way down his chest, before cupping his cock through his pants, squeezing his length. “Take off your shorts.” Caliban wasn’t asking you, he was telling you. At those words, you could feel just how wet you’ve become, your juices clearly soaking through your panties. You adored this man, you’ve been dating for nearly two months, it was time.

You didn’t waste any time, hastily tearing your shorts down your bare legs, kicking them off. You still left your pink panties on, decorated with a pretty bow at the top center. Caliban watched you crawl up the bed, his hand reaching out quickly to pull you closer so that you were now straddling his lap. “Oh,” you said dumbly, suddenly feeling very shy and self conscious.

Caliban let out a breathy chuckle, his hands now sliding down your sides to grip your hips, softly rubbing your sides comfortably. “I-I never...” you paused, letting out a shaky breath. “I never done this before,” you explained, avoiding eye contact by looking down at your boyfriends chest. His white victorian shirt was already unbuttoned when he appeared, showing off his abs and the soft chest hair he had.

He was beautiful.

Caliban lifted one hand to your cheek, cupping your face gently, as if you were made of glass. “I would never hurt you, baby. Do you trust me?” Right away you nodded, breathing out slowly to slow down your racing heart. “Yes, of course I trust you.”

Caliban let a boyish smile take over his face for a split second, surprising you. The Prince of Hell leaned up on his elbows, before bringing one hand back up to your face and pulling you down to capture your lips again. This time, he kissed you slowly, as if putting all his affection into the kiss and reassuring you that he would take care of you.

Throughout the kiss, you unconsciously started grinding your hips down against his, making him release a pleasurable moan. You whimpered, feeling his cock through your thin panties, pressing up against you deliciously. Caliban eagerly grabbed you by the hips once more, moving along with you and watching as your chest heaved from the tightness in your belly.

“Caliban,” you choked, moving faster over him. “P-Please.” Caliban didn’t take long, he quickly scooted down with you still on top of him, biting his lip while keeping you steady. “Come on baby, sit on my fucking face.” You obliged at once, moving up so that you were now straddling his head, your legs spread wide over him, showing off the small patch of arousal staining your panties.

Caliban ran the pad of his finger over the small patch, pressing down slightly over your clit, his cock now straining against his pants so much that it physically hurt. Caliban was quick with pushing aside your panties, showing off your glistening pussy to him, making his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re even pretty here...” Caliban said in awe, not fully realizing the words leaving his mouth, before he all but dived into you, his tongue licking up your juices as if he was a starving man. You let out a surprised squeal, catching yourself on the pillows above your boyfriends head, your stomach fluttering in pure bliss.

Caliban sucked on your clit for a moment, still holding your panties aside with one hand and the other grabbing the back of your thigh, squeezing harshly. “Oh, fuck!” you shouted, throwing your head back. Caliban then moved to circle your virgin hole with his hot tongue, slurping up the cum that was now practically pouring out of you. “You taste so fucking good, baby. So, so sweet...” Caliban murmured.

You let out a small whine, gripping the pillows and moving one hand to tangle your fingers into Caliban’s hair, feeling his tongue enter you, fucking you with zest. Caliban kept fucking you with his tongue, going as deep as he could, drawing all sorts of breathy moans from your mouth. All the sudden, you felt slight pressure, the feeling of Caliban circling his finger around your tiny hole, feeling how warm and wet he’s made you. Without warning, Caliban thrusted one long, nimble finger into you, curling it slightly to feel your velvety walls almost suffocate his finger.

You let out a loud wail, before you started to grind your pussy against his face, desperate to come. “Come on baby, cum all over my face,” Caliban cooed, fucking you with his finger while sucking gently on your clit. Caliban swiftly added a second finger, scissoring your walls rapidly. You felt only a slight burning sensation, but it only seemed to add to the pleasure for you.

Your thighs began to shake with your orgasm quickly approaching, the band in your belly about to snap. You felt like your heart was going to burst, your body on fire with the way Caliban consumed the sweet nectar from between your legs. “Oh, Caliban,” you cried, rutting against the mans face, not a single care in the world. Caliban eventually pulled his fingers out of you, before returning to fucking your hole with just his tongue, savoring the addictive taste of you.

Caliban drank from your cunt greedily, then started to rub tight, lazy circles on your clit. You were about to come, any moment now. “I’m g-going to—“

“Do it, now,” Caliban growled against you, feeling your walls flutter around the tip of his tongue, the feeling of your orgasm hit you so violently, it began to wash over you in waves. You let out a high pitched scream, cumming all over Caliban’s face. Caliban moaned, licking up your orgasm with delight, feeling the way your body seemed to twitch at how powerful your orgasm was.

Caliban lapped up the rest of your orgasm lazily, taking his time. You were so sensitive now, letting go of Caliban’s hair from your tight grip, your breathing shallow. Your body felt like it was going to collapse, you felt like mush. “C-Caliban, too.. too much,” you mumbled, your eyes heavy.

Caliban chuckled, giving one final lick up your pussy, before lightly tapping your ass, signaling for you to lay down. You crawled off him, laying down next to him silently. Caliban turned on his side, facing you to see your flushed skin, your lips slightly parted as you stared up at the ceiling. You just had your very first orgasm from another human being, you were in shock, but so happy that it was with Caliban.

Caliban watched as your breathing seemed to return back to normal, your eyes meeting his curiously. Caliban smirked, “Wanna go again?”

You laughed, nodding. Caliban rolled on top of you, grinding his cock against the lower half of your stomach, leaning down to press his soft lips against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer so that his cock was now pressed up against your aching cunt, ready to be fucked. You hummed, tasting yourself on his lips. “So sweet...” you mumbled against his mouth, running your tongue over his.

Caliban pulled away, his eyes locked with yours before he grinned, “Sweet as honey.”

fin

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calibancangetit · 4 years

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I'm lowkey obsessed with your Caliban imagine, i'm already a fan of yours and wish you the best 💕 can't wait for more. !!!

🥺💕 thank you

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glasshxarts · 3 years

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because I miss writing terribly, I want to resume writing, so please send me request, I can do gender neutral or specific readers whatever you want 💕

fandoms I have muse for currently

Ragnarok

Caos

Teen wolf

characters I will write for

fjor jutul

saxa jutul

laurits seier

( i will try 😂)

magne seier

( cinnamon roll, angel)

scott mccall

alison argent

lydia martin

stiles stiliniski

issac lahey

derek hale

theo raeken

liam dunbar

( again i will try )

nick scratch

prince caliban

harvey kinkle

sabrina spellman

prudence night

zelda spellman

( milf hours )

things i won’t write

smut

heavy / intense gore

that animal heart thingy the jutuls have

(if you know you know )

#ragnarok netflix #fjor jutul #saxa jutul #laurits seier #magne seier #issac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagine

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forevercaroline · 3 years

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Running from the devil

A new fic, There is smut in this. For @turtlesandalpacas, @lillycarlyn, @princesscaliban

A long blonde haired woman looks around the practically deserted area they found themselves she is not thrilled. “This is the last time you pick where we stop, thought we were going somewhere topical.”

Her blonde companion replies with a low sexy voice. “We are, I need a drink and not my fault you fell asleep.”

“What can I say boring human boring blood.” The long blonde haired woman runs a finger along her lips making sure there is no more blood.

“We could of transported there.”

She puts her arm through his elbow. “I would love to transport there but he would know and find us. I’m not losing you he’s already out for you since you tried to take his throne.”

“You are not innocent in this either.”

Xxx

Dorian Grey is wiping out a glass when he hears someone enter his bar, he turns around and looks up to the balcony above him. There are two strikingly beautiful dirty blonde people one female and one male. The female has long blonde wavy hair, is in a black mid thigh length dress with a tan leather jacket and black heels. She looks younger then her male counter part who has sharp cheek bones and cheek level blonde wavy hair too. He has black jeans and a black dress shirt that is unbuttoned low enough that most of his bare chest is exposed.

Dorian bites his lip the amount of sexiness that is excluding from the two blondes walking down the stairs is astounding. “What do we here, How may I help you?”

The guy answers for both of them, “I will have absinthe and my sister will have a blood cocktail.”

Dorian goes to get the blood as that is not usually an item people want when the woman turns in her chair to look at the scenery of the bar. He places the drinks in front of the blonde siblings so he thinks. “I haven’t served a vampire in centuries.”

“We’re a dying breed, which means if one walks into your bar give her what ever she wants.” The long haired blonde stirs her cocktail sticking the stir in her mouth to test the blood type.

“May I inquire your names?”

“Caroline.”

“Caliban.”

Dorian’s eyes widen in surprise you can’t live in the supernatural world and not hear the names Caroline and Caliban but until now that’s all they’ve been names nobody has ever seen them before.

Xxx

“Nicky darling what can I get you and miss Spellman?”

Both blondes look over at the brunette and bleach blonde teens. Caroline leans over and whispers in Caliban’s ear he lets out a small laugh. He address the teens awaiting their drinks. “Hello beautiful.” Caliban runs a hair through his hair to get it off his face.

Caroline leans forward and drapes her arms over his shoulders and dangling them in front of his chest her head next to his. “ Don’t bother darling brother miss Spellman is just to innocent to play with us, now Nicky seems just right.”

Both teens look at the blondes talking with each other and still touching and being very close. While Dorian is getting their drinks Sabrina Spellman address them, neither her or Nick have seen the blondes in here or in Greendale before. “And you are?”

“Caliban.”

“Caroline.”

Nick looks over at Dorian he knows those names but it’s impossible Dorian nods.

Xxx

Sabrina and Nick go sit by the fire and Sabrina asks. “Do you know them?”

“Everyone has heard the legend of Caroline and Caliban until now that’s all it’s been a legend.”

Sabrina raises and eyebrow she’s never heard the legends, nor has she heard her aunts or Ambrose talking about them. “Father Blackwood hates the legend and has banned it from the academy. Caroline is a vampire and centuries ago she tried to make others like her but they died every time, she eventually went to the dark lord and asked him why everything she makes dies when he told her that she was a demon and that demons can not create life. The dark lord did tell her if she really wants something to go to the pits of hell but if she makes something there she can never return to earth and must remain in hell with the other demons. When she gets to the pits of hell out of the clay comes this beautiful dirty blonde haired man. The three kings of hell made him to over throw the dark lord. Caroline didn’t trust other demons and especially the kings of hell. She took the man dressed him gave him shelter and his name Caliban. Legend says they have the strongest relationship hell has ever seen. Centuries later Caliban does try to overthrow the dark lord with Caroline by his side they are unsuccessful and have been running ever since.”

Sabrina looks over at the blondes at the bar, Caroline has her hand on Caliban’s upper thigh her fingers resting on his inner thigh while he pushes back a piece of her hair their faces inches apart from each other.

“They’re talking about us.”

Caliban smiles showing off his perfect white teeth and his perfect smile, “How did it even start?”

Caroline shrugs and notes sarcastically. “Maybe it was Lucifer or Lilith.”

He lets outs out a small laugh and downs his drink. They get up to leave and Dorian tells them that there will be a party in the club tomorrow and they both are invited. Sabrina watches as they both leave their hands on each other’s backs.

Xxx

“Aunties, Ambrose have you ever heard of Caroline and Caliban?”

Zelda takes a drag of her cigarette and answers. “Why do you ask?”

“ I met them today.”

Zelda, Hilda and Ambrose all look at each other. “Nobody has ever met them. that’s not possible, you must of been mistaken no doubt drinking absinthe in a club in the middle of the afternoon.”

Sabrina doesn’t make eye contact with aunt Zelda “It wasn’t the middle of the afternoon. I heard them correctly so did Nick and Dorian.”

After Hilda and Zelda leave Ambrose tells her. “Witches believe in free love but vampires are even more free love then witches.”

Xxx

Since they are staying in Greendale for a perhaps a few days they need a home but they have taste and even though its just the two of them they like to live lavishly. They find a mansion situated away from the other homes. First they have to get rid of the woman living there which when Caroline looks her in the eye and compels her to invite them in and give them the house the woman physically can’t say no.

They keep the woman around for food for Caroline and once they send her off Caliban comments. “Should we break in the house.”

Caroline smiles back at him devilishly, “ It is tradition and I know how you find shirts so restricting.”

As she said that she was unbuttoning the few buttons that were done on his shirt. As soon as they are undone he pins them to the bottom of the staircase and attacks her lips, pressing his body into hers. She moans into his lips and pushes his shirt off down his arms landing on the floor.

He moves his hands down her body lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Her jacket falling to the floor. They continue to kiss as he walks them up the stairs. She peppers his neck and lips with kisses moving from his neck to his ear and bites his ear he growls.

They find the master bedroom and he spins Caroline so he can unzip her dress as he peppers her neck and shoulder with kisses he bites her neck not enough to draw blood, she moans as she leans back into him as a hand slithers into his hair pulling at it.

She is thrown on the bed and pulled to the edge legs wrap around his waist As he slides in she moans and wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down while he is thrusting in her she is kissing him.

They both have lived long lives, Caroline longer as she is older but its their relationship has always been different then the other relationships in hell. With them its been I have your back you have my back and actual trust there is a foundation there. In hell you can’t trust anyone they will stab you in the back literally if it makes them look good to Satan. Both blondes wish they could go back to hell but they can’t when they tried to take the throne Lucifer sent some demons after them and Caroline killed one of them he was attacking her. They fled and now Lucifer is after them and can track them if they use their gifts he gave them. So Caliban can not use his fire teleporting and the only vampiric abilities Caroline uses is drinking blood and compelling only when it’s necessary.

Since they have this foundation of a friendship they get why the rumor of them being siblings started and after hearing the rumor then seeing them be themselves which is being very close and intimate gives people mixed messages.

After a couple more thrusts she flips them and is riding him. She rakes her nails down his chiseled chest while his hands go to her hips to steady her. Since he is made of clay he does not bleed so as she is raking her nails down his chest she’s not drawing any blood but the nail marks are there.

Caliban more then Caroline since her vampiric healing have lash marks on their backs, from being lashed one hundred times. Caroline taking him from the pits, naming him, giving him clothes. Caliban for going with Caroline when he got out of the pits of hell instead of the three kings of hell who actually made him. The scars have healed on Caroline’s back but the memories and the pain will never go away. Caliban’s back is scared up from the lashes, Caroline did try to make them go away but couldn’t. Over time they have healed a little are not as noticeable as they once were.

Screams can be heard all through out the house as they two enjoy breaking in the new home. Caroline lays down on him her head laying on his shoulder and an arm goes around her slim figure.

Do you think Sabrina is the real one.”

“Yeah she sound exactly the same. Don’t worry my prince of hell you will have your thrown.” Caroline leans up and pecks him on the lips. One way or another they will rule hell.

#caroline forbes #caos caliban #my writing #running from the devil

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heyitsthyri · 4 years

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𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟎𝐩𝐦

SUMMARY. ๑ It’s always at the same hour, after the sun declined and the moon rose. Every night, at the same hour he come back.

SHIP. ๑ Caliban x female!bodied!reader

GENRE & THEMES. ๑ Smut, slight choking, cunnilingus, vaginal sex.

WORDS. ๑ 1.4k

MASTERLIST + PART I + MY NEW WORKS + Archive Of Our Own

Every night, when the stars were twinkling in the sky and the moon filled the empty streets with its tender light, the fiery flames of gloom brought its prince to the foot of your bed. Every night the same ritual was carried out over and over again, and you never got tired of it.

Caliban appeared in the innermost moments, when you were lying on your bed, your glasses on your head and your eyes riveted on the words of a passionate book. He had the pleasant surprise of seeing you in large shirts, wide tops over your bare flesh. When you weren't there, with your wavy hair and wrapped shoulders under a plaid you were adorned with the beautiful lace that married so well with your soft skin.

Yet tonight, when the fiery flames of hell appeared out of nowhere, shaped a boiling whirlwind and let Caliban appear, the lamps were turned off. He frowned, and looked around him, on the desk the books, the little grimoires and notes spread out, and in the corner on the sofa your neglected clothes.

You were bundled up under your blankets, buried in your pillows, so Caliban cautiously approached your bed, and before he reached your bedside table, you sat up slowly and lit your lamp. The clock radio was illuminated, and the numbers were lighted; 11:30 p.m.

“Did I awake you, princess ?” inquired Caliban with a raised eyebrow. He was whispering, which made you smile.

“No, I was waiting for you” you answered, turning to him.

“Waiting for me ?” he repeated, not really sure what was going on anymore. He was wondering if he'd forgotten you last night. No, he didn't forget you. He perfectly remembered last night.

He smiled when he saw you in one of your wide tops and noticed your locks were curlier than usual.

“Yes, I've been waiting for you. I'd like you to stay for the night.” you declared, by sitting up to fold up the blanket. “You'd like to stay ?”

“I’m here to grant your wishes, my lady, so I’ll stay with pleasure.” Caliban grinned and took off his shirt, and unbuttoned his jean before he get in the bed.

He took your face in his large hands and put his lips on yours, gently, before you get hungry of his taste and slip your fingers into his blonde curls. You saw him yesterday but you felt like it was three days ago already. Everyday your need of him grew more and more strong. You wondered if he felt the same. He plunged his eyes in yours as you two pulled back.

“Did you miss me ?” you demanded, a bit worried.

“If you want to know if I felt the hours pass slowly and only thought about you, then yes, princess, I missed you.” he smiled as you put your cheek on his chest.

“Will you forget me if you climb on the throne ?”

“Never. I’d like to make you mine, so no one could ever think to court you, and you’ll be at my side. You would be my queen.”

“But I’m a mortal, how could I be queen of the underworld ? And I’m not really sure that I want to live down there for the rest of my life.”

Caliban chuckled. He put his arm under his head. Yes, he understood why you didn’t want to live in hell, not because you didn’t want to be with him but because earth was way more alive than the underworld.

“Then I will crown you and you will still live here, mh ?”

“We’ll see when you’ll sit on that infernal throne.” you smiled.

He took off his rings one by one as he thought about you. Even when you were at his sides he thought about you, about how good he felt here, in that bed. Then he turned to you and came upon you, his nose brushing against yours, while his gaze was riveted on your lips, which he devoured without waiting. He slipped between your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his hips while your hands clung to his neck.

He leaned with one hand over your head while the other grabbed your hip. You removed the blonde locks that were falling on his forehead and your eyes caught for a few seconds before your mouths attracted each other again. He pulled himself against you, yanking out of you a sigh smothered against his lips.

Caliban's long fingers crawled under your top, caressing your belly until they reached your neck, which he took in the palm of his hand. You caught his lip between your teeth and you straightened up before he fell on the mattress and you climbed over him. His hands grabbed your hips as he loved to. Caliban adored their shape and loved to grabbed you there.

“I thought you wanted to sleep tonight, princess ?”

“I only want you tonight, Caliban.” your murmured.

He grinned and straightened up to pull you against him, your breast against his chest, while his tongue went up along your neck to your ear, and shivers ran down your back. Your hips began to undulate on his and you heard him breathing in your ear. Caliban's thumbs went under the elastic band of your panties that underlined your hips.

Your hands went up to his belt, which you unbuckled and then unbuttoned his pants. His body was warm, and the touch of his fingers on your body made you boil, you wanted much more of it every time he touched you. Caliban grabbed you and knocked you down on the mattress, and got up to take off his pants. When he came back he put his hands under your top and took it off too.

“Tonight you’ll be mine, my lady.” he murmured so close to you that you felt his warm breath on your cheeks.

“I’ll be yours every night.” you sighed as he touched you gently.

His fingers slipped under your panties, and put it on the side before he get between your legs. Oh Satan. He watched your teeth take your lip and bite it, your eyebrows frowning under the pleasant and gentle gestures of his thin fingers. You reopened your eyelids when he came down to there. His tongue began to go back and forth and back again. Your fingers were lost in his locks.

“Oh seven hells.” you sighed as he licked his lips and went up to your face.

He took off his underwear, and you could see the fine lines of his sculpted chest, and he took your thighs and put them around his waist. Slowly, his greenish eyes in yours, shining with desire, he penetrated you, tearing out a long sigh of pleasure from your mouth.

“Don’t sigh my name to loud, princess, your aunts could hear us.” he grinned as he began to come, and go, and come, making you moan anyway.

He gasped when you squeezed your legs around his hips. He grabbed the bedhead, and swung his hips thicker, and put his thumb in your mouth, as he plunged his eyes in yours. You grabbed his back and your fingers went down, barely touching his skin till they reached his loins. You knew he liked it, every time it made him shudder. And his groans were the proof.

Caliban’s hips strokes became stronger, and you muffled your moans under his fingers as he was taking pleasure to see you grabbing his hand and looking at him as if you were about to say you want more. He loved that face.

“Caliban..” you whined as he took off his fingers of your mouth.

“Mhh ?” he murmured.

He took your hips in his hands and began to come and go deeply, then more slowly, and deeper, over and over. You took your sheets and pillows in your hands, grabbing whatever you could as you felt a wave of pleasure grow inside you.

“Caliban, yes.” you sighed. “Yes, please Caliban..”

His comings and goings became stronger, your hips combined in an almost infernal swaying. You had to bite your lips to contain your moans, while he choked his sighs in the hollow of your neck. The bedhead slammed against the wall, as your hips went eagerly. Soon, it was the only sound that was heard in the room. And in a grunt he could not contains, Caliban came. You came too, your body trembling as if the thunder touched you.

All you could hear was your heavy breaths. Caliban took your cheeks in his hands and devoured your mouth. When you pulled back you smiled as he grinned. His chest was glowing with sweat, which you find quite thrilling.

“Now I’m sure your aunts will ask about that deafening noise.” he said with his cocky smile.

You threw your pillow to his face, which he caught and laughed.

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alisonwritesimagines · 4 years

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Queen of Hell ~Prince Caliban Imagine~

Summary: When Caliban wins the throne of Hell, Caliban proposes to you as he promised to do. After all, a deal was a deal.

Author’s Note: I guess this could be part four??? This will be different from the actual fanfiction so no worries. This isn’t a spoiler for my fanfic.

Warnings: Sexy stuff at the end but no smut. It’ll just imply to smut.

Caliban has finally won the throne of Hell. You didn’t know that until Caliban came into your room.

“Caliban? What are you doing here?” You ask confused.

“I need you to come with me,” Caliban tells you.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“Just come with me,” Caliban tells you as he reached out for your hand. You held his hand before he teleported somewhere else.

You both were by a beach. It was almost sunset where you stood. You looked over to see Caliban on one knee with a ring.

“Caliban?” You asked confused.

“I won, Y/N. And I did say I wanted you as my queen to rule by me and I meant every word. You are the one person I want to be with as I rule Hell for all eternity,” Caliban tells you.

“A deal was a deal. Wasn’t it?” You asked him. If you fell for him, you’d vow to be his queen. And you did fall in love with him.

“Yes it was,” Caliban smiled.

“Then yes, Caliban. I will marry you,” You tell him. Caliban smiled before putting the ring onto your ring finger. He stood up before giving you a kiss on the lips.

“Let’s go back to Hell. So I can claim the throne, marry you, and take over Earth and make it the tenth circle,” Caliban tells you.

“Okay,” You nodded. A feeling inside of you told you that this wasn’t right. You wasn’t sure if it was marrying Caliban or this rule over Earth.

Once the two of you entered Hell, the whole court were in cheers. You watched as Caliban claimed the throne of Hell. Caliban looked over at you before holding out his hand for yours. You walked over to him before taking his hand.

“Before I take Earth as the tenth circle, I am to wed my true love here and make her my queen,” Caliban announced.

“When would you like the wedding? Your majesty?” One of the demons asked.

“As soon as possible. I cannot wait any longer to make Y/N my wife,” Caliban said before kissing your hand.

The women helped you get ready quickly. You wore a black, ballgown dress with long sleeves made of lace. You were handed dark red roses before you were ready to walk down the aisle.

“Never in a million years I’d see myself getting married to the King of Hell,” You say to yourself. You took in a deep breath before nodding at the demons. They opened the door letting you walk down the aisle.

You saw Caliban standing in the end of the aisle wearing an all black suit. You walked towards him as he smiled proudly. He had finally won the throne and you as his wife.

“Beautiful,” Caliban said.

“Thank you, Caliban,” You tell him.

After the wedding ceremony, Caliban took you to a quick honeymoon in an island that was hidden from almost everyone in the world. You stood on the balcony as you looked out at the ocean.

“What is it my wife?” Caliban asks you as he kissed the back of your neck.

“This doesn’t feel right,” You tell him.

“What doesn’t?” Caliban asks you.

“We’ve only known each other for not long and now I’m married to you. Not only that, I don’t think you should take over Earth. It’s too valuable to be taken over,” You tell Caliban.

“Don’t worry about this anymore, Y/N,” Caliban said, kissing your shoulders. You could feel Caliban slowly, unzipping your dress.

“Caliban,” You managed to say as he distracted you with kisses on the neck.

“Yes, my love?” Caliban spoke softly.

“Promise me my friends and family won’t be tortured in Hell. Please let them go to Heaven where they’ll be okay and safe in,” You begged.

“Anything for you my wife,” Caliban said before turning you around. You looked up at him as he kissed you on the lips quickly. He pulled away slowly before pulling you back inside the room.

“Now, let me appreciate my wife and show her how much I need her,” Caliban said before picking you up and bringing you to the bed. Caliban lied you down onto it before climbing on top of you and kissing you again.

“I love you, Y/N,” Caliban tells you as he pulled away from your lips for a moment.

“I love you too, Caliban,” You tell him before he returned to kissing you.

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apocalypticdetention · 4 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄

sabrina never thought she would be truly, fully in love, and yet here she was, making love with the ever so tempting prince of hell

warning: this is a little smutty (not a full smut), I apologize for my hoe self, hopefully hilda would be proud at my attempt at the romance genre lol

It all started when his lips touched hers, like a match to a striker, a heat spread through Sabrina with such fury she thought she would combust. The way he held her tightly against him, his hand cradling Sabrina’s neck gently as she allowed herself to be swept away by the brush of calloused fingertips against her feverish skin.

Sabrina had always told herself that love wasn’t meant for her. One minute she was happy and in love, the next she was sad and alone. The cycle seemed to repeat on a constant loop, while Sabrina had grown so used to the aches that accompanied it. But his hold, his caress, it all felt so foreign.

Her body radiated a power that seemed to grow in his embrace, like a wave of power flowing between them, as they pushed themselves further. Caliban’s hands shifted from her face to grasp onto her waist, pulling her even closer to him. Sabrina had to stop herself from sucking in a breath of surprise when his hands began to roam along her thighs, oh so close to the hem of her skirt.

She buried her fingers deeper in his tangled dirty blonde locks, aware how he smiled into the kiss as she pulled at his coiled hair. She separated, forcing herself to take a breathe before her lips molded back against his own. His hands were now venturing under the fabric, pushing up higher until Sabrina felt herself lose all control, biting hard on his bottom lip. Caliban’s lips parted in surprise, and Sabrina took the opportunity to explore his mouth, her tongue overtaking his.

Her hands untangled, finding a new interest in what lay under the black button up he wore. Her fingers made quick work of undoing the buttons before she assisted in sliding the velvet like fabric from Caliban’s toned arms. Sabrina quickly found her way back to his chest, stroking his muscled skin as his hands found their way back to her thighs.

Separating for a breath, Caliban took the opportunity to gaze at her now, in all her beauty as the moonlight lit up the contours of Sabrina’s face. “Can I?” Caliban whispered, his voice raspy from the kiss. Sabrina nodded, a smile painting her lips as his hands once again pushed her skirt up gently pulling the lace fabric down her legs as his hands pressed against her thighs, slowly pushing them apart. Caliban’s fingers danced against her flesh until they penetrated her core, leaving Sabrina breathless, as he pushed deeper, developing a pattern as his lips met her neck, his tongue travelling along her skin before placing rough kisses along her jaw. Sabrina could feel the light as he kept the motion, bringing a new wave of heat as Sabrina felt her body tense in satisfaction.

“Are you pleased, Princess?” His lips whispered, as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, smiling as her body clung to his.

Her eyes drifted to his, euphoria clouding her vision as her hands grazed his chest, feeling the tension in his form as he held her tight. She pressed chaste kisses along his chest, up toward his jaw.

“When am i not pleased by you, my prince?”

#its pretty smutty and cheesy so i apologize in advance #sabrina x caliban #caliban #sabrina spellman #calbrina

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cvriolanus · 4 years

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terrible thing | caliban imagine

a/n: hiii !! i’m finally posting part two of ‘pretty thing’, if you haven’t read pretty thing yet, you can find it here—although, they could technically be read separately. thank you all so so much for the support and being so incredibly kind and patient with me. i really wanted to make this as good as possible, and i’m a sucker for details lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! <3 as always, your feedback is deeply appreciated and motivates me to continue writing.

plot: caliban visits you in your bedroom, promising you a night that you definitely won’t forget.

warnings: based on the song ‘terrible thing’ by AG. smut!!!!! fem!reader, cocky caliban, soft caliban??

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“Are you sure you can’t stay? My aunties won’t mind, they love having you here,” Sabrina commented, walking you to the door. You smiled, shaking your head fondly. “No, I’m sorry... my parents need me home, they want to talk to me about something important,” you lied. “I promise to come over tomorrow after school if you want?”

Sabrina beamed, giving you a hug before opening the door for you, leaning against it. “Sounds great. Just be careful getting home, it is pretty late.” You nodded, promising your best friend that you would be careful, blowing her a kiss as you walked down the steps of her home.

You walked home in silence, the cool evening air nipping at the bare skin on your legs, since the only thing you were wearing was a black skirt with lacy stockings underneath and a cropped, pink sweater. Luckily for you, your house was only ten minutes away from Sabrina’s, making it easy for you to travel.

Once you got to your house, you noticed that the lights were turned off, signaling that your parents were still away on their business trip. It was almost midnight, indicating that you were about to have a special visitor soon. Your body trembled with excitement, just thinking back to earlier in the day, with the Prince of Hell having you pinned against an entire bookshelf, almost completely ravishing you.

You didn’t know how he would show up, you didn’t even know how he knew where you lived. If you were being honest with yourself, no matter how beautiful he was—it was a bit creepy knowing that he knew your address. With a tired sigh, you walked into your house, locking the door behind you before going upstairs to your bedroom.

You let a silent yawn escape you, opening the door to your bedroom, a frown making its way on your face as you noticed your bedside lamp was on. You swiftly shut the door, leaning your back against it, scanning your bedroom carefully. “Hello?” you whispered, feeling your pulse begin to increase.

With a shaky breath, you took a step forward, biting down on your lower lip. “C-Caliban?” you asked, wondering if he was just messing around. You honestly hoped that it was him, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do if it wasn’t. You made a noise of frustration when nobody answered, walking towards your bed and falling down on it dramatically. You looked at the clock, seeing that there was only a minute left before midnight, your mind racing with thoughts about the handsome demonic Prince.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you laid sprawled out, thinking of Caliban’s lips on your own. Without thinking, you trailed a hand down your chest, going further down until you started playing with the short hem of your shirt. Biting your lip, you cautiously moved your hand underneath your skirt, rubbing along your panties.

You could already feel heat pooling in your belly, the thought of Caliban fresh in your mind and the events that transpired today. No matter how wrong it was—you wanted him. You started rubbing your clit through your panties, pressing harder at times and then going softer, teasing yourself.

“Starting without me?”

You gasped, eyes shooting open and mouth slightly parted in disbelief, sitting up. He actually came. “W-What...?” you asked, feigning innocence. Caliban chuckled, standing at the end of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black, loose pants. ”Acting coy, hmm?”

Your cheeks heated up, his eyes watching your face burn in embarrassment. “Don’t stop on my account, darling,” Caliban said, waving a hand at you casually, signaling for you to continue. “Please, continue your little show. I was enjoying it very much.”

Your breathing seemed to stop at his words, your hands beginning to grow clammy. You searched his eyes for confirmation, watching a smirk spread across his perfectly shaped lips. “You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” he cooed, coming around the bed and sitting down so that you were now breathing the same air. “Go on,” he whispered, one of his hands closest to you curling around your own, before going back underneath your skirt, landing right on your cunt.

Your eyes remained locked with his as you hesitatingly cupped your cunt, swallowing nervously. Caliban continued to watch your face, trailing his hand to the inner of your thigh, tracing random patterns with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise across your legs. You started rubbing yourself again, your stomach swarming with butterflies. A tiny moan escaped you once you started circling your clit once more, picking up speed by the second. “Ooh,” you sigh, feeling Caliban’s large hand wrap around your thigh, kneading the flesh.

Your eyes grew heavy, but you didn’t once look away. Caliban’s face remained blank, watching you with eyes full of lust. “K-Kiss me?” you asked, praying that he wouldn’t make fun of you for asking for such a silly request. Without answering, Caliban used his free hand to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your jaw while examining you thoughtfully. “Beautiful.”

Caliban leaned down slightly to meet your lips, making your world grow smaller and smaller, the only people now existing were him and you. You kissed him eagerly, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip begging him for something, for anything. Caliban sucked on your tongue, making you whimper against his mouth. Your teeth clashed and your tongues slid against each other sensually and everything was perfect.

“Let me fuck you,” Caliban begged, his voice sounding strained, his hand that was gripping your thigh now batting your hand away, before immediately resuming to touching your heated cunt. Your juices soaked through your panties, the pleasure now suffocating and Caliban had barely even touched you properly.

“Yes,” you cried. “Please, fuck me—Caliban.” Caliban resumed kissing you as if his life depended on it, rubbing your clit through your thin, satin panties. Caliban didn’t hesitate, simply pulling away for a second and moving to remove your cropped sweater, before bending down to press heated kisses along your collarbones, his free hand moving to cup your breast, making you release tiny moans as your head tipped back. Caliban pulled his hand away from your cunt, making you whine at the loss.

Caliban wasn’t finished, he simply removed your bra with deft fingers, before throwing the bra behind him carelessly. Your breathing was picking up, everything happening so fast. Caliban admired your breasts, making you flush. “Lie down.”

You instantly laid back down, looking up at the Prince with big, doe eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you murmured, feeling no shame. The Prince of Hell smiled, showing of his perfectly white teeth. Caliban immediately went to work on unzipping his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off, before standing in front of you, proudly naked. Caliban stroked his half hard cock, his eyes locked with yours, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily.

“Tell me what you want.”

You stared up at him for a second, biting your lip. “You Caliban—I just want you. Please.”

Caliban’s head tilted to the side, his hair falling so that it was covering half of his face. “Pretty thing, I’ll give you everything you want, you need just ask.” Caliban crawled on the bed, shifting his weight to not crush you, before sitting between your legs. Caliban trailed a hand up your thigh, pushing up your skirt and looking down at your heat, noticing the large patch of arousal soaking your panties.

“Is all this because of me?” Caliban wondered aloud, a small smirk playing at his lips. You whimpered lowly in your throat, spreading your legs wider without knowledge. Caliban made a cooing noise, before reaching down to move aside your panties, pushing two long, slender fingers inside of you without warning, pumping easily from how soaked you were. “Oh!” you gasped. “Please please please,” you babbled, “More.”

Caliban raised a curious eyebrow, “You want more? Are you sure you’re deserving of more? You did intentionally push me away this afternoon,” Caliban scowled you, obviously annoyed at you cockblocking him, your memories playing freshly back to your time together in Hell’s library. Tears prickled your eyes, your hand reaching down to grab ahold of his free hand, the one resting on your thigh. You intertwined your fingers with his, a pout on your raw lips from constantly biting them.

“Please, Caliban—I’ll do anything.”

Caliban paused his movements, his fingers resting inside of you, his face blank. A pause. And then, “Now where have I heard that before...” Caliban drawled, his eyes darkening angrily. Caliban started pumping his two fingers into you again punishingly, a cry escaping your lips. The dark Prince quickly added a third, scissoring your cunt open. “You want my cock? Look at you, you’re practically gushing for me,” he hissed, his thumb moving up to start rubbing your clit. You nodded dumbly, “Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

Caliban’s voice startled you, your mouth gaping. “What?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You heard me, sweetheart. Beg. For. It.”

“Caliban I—I don’t...”

Caliban made a agitated noise low in his throat, before he grabbed you by the hips, spinning you over so that you landed on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp, not expecting the changing of positions, Caliban grabbed the hem of your skirt and panties, yanking them down your thighs, leaving you bare and throbbing for his touch.

“Caliban!” you squealed, rubbing your thighs together as you tried to get more friction. “What do you want?” he asked teasingly, now leaning over so that his chest was pressed against your back. “Tell me,” he whispered in your ear, leaving kisses along the back of your shoulders. “I want... I want you to fuck me—hard.”

Caliban purred lowly in his throat, feeling pleased. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” Caliban guided the head of his cock towards your tiny hole, nudging the head inside and just waiting. His ears perked up at the breathy moans escaping you, your head hanging down in defeat, “More.”

Caliban instantly pushed further inside, feeling your velvety walls clench and spasm around his cock, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest. “Feels so good,” he said. You whined, rolling your head to the side, feeling his breath hit your neck as he nuzzled it, trailing his lips over the soft skin underneath your ear.

He pushed the rest of the way until you were fully seated on his aching cock, pausing to let you adjust to his length. You were fairly certain that there was air somewhere in your bedroom, but for some reason, you could barely breathe. Caliban was long and thick, you were surely going to bleed, no doubt.

“Are you alright?” Caliban whispered into your ear, waiting for confirmation from you that he could move. “Yes,” you told him, shyly. “You can move.”

Caliban didn’t waste any time, before retracting his hips until only the head of his cock rested between your folds, then thrusting back inside. You shouted, feeling Caliban’s hands take ahold of your hips, digging his fingers into your sides. “You’re mine,” he hissed, fucking into you urgently. “Say it,” he demanded, impatient.

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, feeling Caliban push your head down to press your face against the bed, letting out muffled moans.

Caliban fucked you at a fast pace, his thighs flexing as he dug his blunt fingernails into your hips, the head of his cock hitting something inside of you that had you seeing stars. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your hands curling into your bedsheets, needing to hold on to something for leverage. Caliban continued to fuck you, hitting the spot inside you that caused your body to tremble, making the band in your belly tighten, close to coming.

“Oh, please—make me come,” you begged, tears brimming in your eyes, feeling your insides tear as Caliban fucked you merciless, your knees shaking. You were going to be sore in the morning, that’s for damn sure.

Caliban let out a loud moan suddenly, feeling your walls squeeze his cock, signaling your oncoming orgasm. The demon Prince reached down with one hand, still holding on to your hip to steady himself from pounding your insides, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing furiously.

“Oh God,” you cried, feeling your walls tighten around Caliban, causing his nostrils to flare, feeling his own orgasm making its way closer and closer. “Come for me,” Caliban growled, pinching your clit and rolling the tiny bud between his skilled fingers.

Caliban thrusted two more times, before a high pitched scream escaped you, tears falling down your flushed cheeks. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the band in your belly snapping and pleasurable waves washed over you, hitting all your nerves as you came on Caliban’s cock, milking him. Not a second later, as your body twitched through your orgasm, Caliban came to a stop inside you, his mouth dropping open in a silent moan, coming inside of you in spurts, staining your insides.

Caliban collapsed on top of you, nearly crushing you except he landed on his forearms, laying the side of his face against your damp back, trying to catch his breath. “Marry me,” Caliban asked. In your delusional, fucked-out state, you giggled, replying a soft, “Okay.”

Caliban let out a shaky laugh, “Okay.”

Caliban kissed your back, before rolling over next to you, letting you finally lay down comfortably, curling up into his side. Caliban wrapped a possessive arm around you, pulling you so that you could rest your head on his chest.

“Will you stay?” you asked quietly, the moonlight shining through your white curtains. “Do you want me to?” Caliban asked, rubbing his fingers softly down your arm, tickling you.

You were exhausted, your insides quivering with aftershocks. “Yes,” you spoke, honestly.

Caliban hummed, turning on his side so he could watch your sleepy face, eyes fluttering and trying to stay awake. “Mine,” Caliban whispered into the night, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead.

You spoke no more.

fin

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alisonwritesimagines · 4 years

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Little Miss Virgin ~Prince Caliban Imagine~

Summary: When you find out that the pagans are after you since you are a pure virgin, you realize that you can’t wait for marriage any more. That’s when you ask Caliban to help you out.

Author’s Note: So basically all my Caliban imagines will basically be the same “reader” as Good Little Girl and Bad Little Boy. So I guess this could be considered as a part three??

Warnings: Implication of smut but no actual smut. I’m sorry if you wanted smut but that ain’t my cup of tea.

You and Caliban have been spending enough time together to the point where you have started to fall in love with the demon prince. You couldn’t help yourself.

When you found out about the pagans needing a virgin sacrifice, that’s when you panicked. According to Robin, the pagans were looking at you more since you were much pure than any of the rest.

Pure as in, you didn’t even have your first kiss as well. Caliban has tried to give you your first kiss but you have always dodged it unintentionally. You mentally cursed at yourself for being so innocent. You thought about the only thing you could do and after some time thinking, you needed to lose your virginity quickly before the pagans use you.

Your parents had gone out for the night and your younger siblings have gone to their friend’s house so tonight was perfect. You had recently bought a cute, black teddy lingerie dress from the mall (in which you were deeply embarrassed about).

“Caliban? Can you come over please?” You called out. Caliban appeared to your room quickly. You were finally used to his sudden appearance now.

“What do you have on, beautiful?” Caliban smirked as he walked over to you. His hands rested on your hips as he took in the image of you.

“Caliban, I found out that the pagans need a virgin sacrifice for their god and well..”

“You have never been touched,” Caliban finished.

“I’ve never even had my first kiss,” You tell him.

“Then I believe we should do something about that. Hm?” Caliban asks you, already leaning in closely.

“I trust you, Caliban,” You tell him.

“Yes?”

“Yes. I think I’m starting to fall in love with you,” You tell him. That’s all what Caliban wanted to hear. Caliban smiled before kissing you on the lips gently.

You kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Caliban pulled away a little before smiling at you.

“Will you be mine?” Caliban asks you.

“Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend Caliban,” You tell him.

Caliban sits on your bed before patting his lap for you to sit on. You sat on his lap making him chuckle.

“Your innocence makes you even more beautiful,” Caliban tells you before making you straddle him. You felt yourself blush as Caliban resumed to kissing you.

Caliban guided you to grind on him as you both made out. You started to feel hot until you felt something under you. You pulled away to look down. You blushed harder as you hid into Caliban’s neck. He let out a chuckle as he kissed your cheek.

“Do you really want this, Y/N?” Caliban asks you. You pulled away from his neck before looking at him.

“I do. I was hoping to wait till marriage but I’d rather be alive to see me get married and not be a virgin than to be a virgin and die before I get married,” You tell him.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can be. Unless you beg me otherwise,” Caliban tells you. You nodded before kissing him again.

At the end, you lied down besides Caliban replaying the memory of the two of you doing it again. How his fingers touched you ever so gently like he promised. How Caliban kisses you with such passion. How Caliban finally made your body his.

Caliban was holing you from behind, giving you ticklish kisses on the back of your shoulder and neck. You squirmed a couple times but lied peacefully in his arms. You felt safe in his arms as he held you.

“Can we do that again sometime?” You asked shyly. Caliban looked down at you before smiling.

“Yes. We can do it as many times as you want,” Caliban tells you before kissing your cheek. You turned around to face your boyfriend. It was fun to call Caliban your boyfriend now.

“Caliban?”

“Yes?”

“Stay the night with me please?” You asked him.

“I’ll stay with you as long as you need me to,” Caliban tells you before kissing you again.

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calibancangetit · 4 years

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The Final Witch’s Quarry (Part 1)

Chapter: Her Quarry

Pairings: Prince Caliban x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) finally finds a key to her revenge as well as finally meeting the one person she is destined to stop.

Notes: I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU ALL HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR THE SUPPORT YOU HAVE SHOWN ME FOR THIS FIC! I really didn’t think it would do so well, but you all are really giving me so much love! Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged as well as commented. It made me so happy. I’m going to start focusing on some imagines for you all as a gift. I got some ideas that I think you all will like. If you have any requests please feel free to ask. I haven’t decided if I’ll be doing any smut however, so please refrain from asking for that as of now. Thank you again!

Prologue

Hilda has had plenty of awkward experiences. She couldn’t count how many times she created tension so thick she wanted to just sink into the Earth and never come out. However, today was the first time she got to see that tension from an onlookers perspective.

You sat perfectly still in your seat at the Spellman’s dining room table. You were seated exactly centered at the table, where you had careful view of the entire kitchen as well as it’s occupants. Ambrose and Sabrina shifted in their seats uncomfortably as they both tried to make out the best thing to say. You let out a deep sigh as you crossed your arms; your annoyance raidiated off of you in waves.

A quick cough caught your attention as Hilda walked up to you with a tray of homemade cookies and tea.

“U-uh, it’s quite excellent to see Sabrina bring home some new friends-” your sharp glare made Hilda stumble on her words as she placed the tray in front of you-“or not. Um, where did you say you were from again, love?”

You eyed the woman beside you. She had a terrible habit of wringing her hands and patting her clothes down frequently; she also had this obsessive need to release uncomfortable chuckles to ease situations like the one you found yourself in now. It was amusing as well as agitating.

“Brooklyn.” you muttered as you lifted a cookie to your lips.

You sniffed it before taking the sweet between your teeth and savoring the oatmeal flavor. Your eyes met Hilda’s again as she watched you eat. You gulped down the cookie and let out a short awkward cough as you gave her a forced smile in order to aknowledge that you enjoyed it. She took your hint with a smile and ran off to the other side of the table to sit in and listen.

“So, um, (Y/N)?” Sabrina started as you crossed your arms again and gave her a harsh glare. “What I mainly need you to help me with is stopping Caliban.”

“What’s a Caliban?” You questioned with obvious boredom laced in your voice.

You could see Sabrina become more exasperated by your attitude as she tried to explain her plan. You listened on and off through her little presentation. You paid attention to certain key words within it like Prince of Hell, Tenth circle, etc., etc, yet your mind came to an abrupt stop when a certain competition was brought up.

“You are trying to obtain the Unholy Regalia?” You almost choked at the thought of her collecting every piece.

Sabrina and Ambrose gave each other nervous looks before nodding sadly. At this, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

“You realize this was made for you to fail! How could they expect you-“ you paused.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. You mind flew to the Regalia and it’s power. You smirked at the Spellmans as you drummed your fingers against the table. Things are going perfectly-at least for you.

“This Regalia is going to determine who is the ruler of hell?” You asked, twirling another cookie between your fingers.

“Yes, and Caliban is the only competitor. This man of clay seems to be hell bent, if you’ll excuse the pun, on defeating Sabrina, ruling Hell, and conquering Earth.” Ambrose bit his lip, and you couldn’t help but notice the frantic bouncing of his knee.

“And Caliban? What are his powers?”

“We aren’t sure. As far as we know he has the powers of any warlock, but he hasn’t shown us much.”

You gave a brief smile as you stood up from the table abruptly, knocking some cookies off your plate. That, of course, made Hilda wince.

“Do you know what’s funny about clay?” You asked with a face full of amusement.

The family shrugged to your little question with a series of confused whispers.

“No matter how good the sculptor, clay will always break.”

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It had been a while since you have seen Hell. The stench of blood and death engulfed you, and torment was plastered on every suffering souls face. The walls of pandemonium were no better. Sinners were strapped against the wall and with every ten seconds of peace another 60 were spent with their bodies set on fire. You kept a straight face despite the cookies from earlier running up your throat. You were disgusted.

You felt Sage’s feathers brush against your cheek as she situated herself on your shoulder. You could feel her anxiety from being here and it was a valid feeling. She knew how you were feeling.

“So what am I suppose to do?” You asked as you flattened some of Sage’s feathers on her head.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of your alli. Sabrina was an absolute wreck. She was chewing her bottom lip and wringing her hands every five seconds; you couldn’t tell if you were dealing with her or Hilda.

“Right now, you are going to be a scare tactic. Ambrose didn’t go into detail since he isn’t quite sure either, but he said Hell feared you. I’m going to need that fear.” You tried to ignore the way her face dropped.

After all, whatever was bothering her was none of your business. You were here for one reason and one reason only-

“Do you really speak to the false God?”

You blinked at the question and were about to brush her off, but you saw the way she pleaded with you for an answer.

“Didn’t you speak with yours?”

She gulped quietly before nodding more to herself than you. Guilt crept up your spine. She didn’t deserve your kindness, but you supposed she also didn’t deserve your spite. That was for her father. You could spare some advice.

“How long have you known you were Lucifer’s daughter?”

Sabrina was surprised by your sudden question but still answered, “Not long?”

“I can tell.” Sabrina stopped in her tracks at the confession. She could sense the trace of an insult and was greatly offended.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

You gave her an amused look before continuing on,“I’ve known you for three days and even I can tell you are ill suited to be queen of hell just as everyone else can.”

She was at a loss of words as she tried to regain what was left of her pride.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled,“ You gotta stand up straight and quit being so nervous is what I am trying to say.”

Realization dawned on her face as she finally understood what you were trying to say. You shook your head in fake disappointment before pushing open too large blood coated doors.

You walked into the throne room where Lilith was expecting you and Sabrina. She was awfully disguised in the form of a human. It didn’t take you long to notice though. You could see through any poorly casted spell. You came to halt in front of the woman and quirked an eyebrow.

“Madame Satan,”

“Ah, the final witch. I thought you’d be-” she narrowed her eyes-“bigger.”

You gave a sweet smile and responded, "Yes, just like I thought you’d be queen. Guess life is full of disappointments. Isn’t it?

Her glare could slice you in half, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it did. Lilith made a move towards you but Sabrina quickly pushed her away.

“ Anyways,” she chuckled nervously as Lilith patted down her dress, “The court will be in soon to discuss more about the competition as well as upcoming changes I have been planning.”

Lilith hummed in agreement as she turned to face you once more to add on.

“You will be introduced as the Final Witch, who has sided with Sabrina in the competition. It should gain us some leverage. You must remain calm and seem regal despite whatever they may say. They need to know you are untouchable.”

You could clearly see the confusion laced on Sabrina’s face. She clearly had no clue who she allied with.

The sounds of heavy footsteps and high pitched cackles caught Lilith’s attention, “Here they come,”

You let out a breath as demons filed into the room. The last to enter were the three plague kings with a man following close behind them.

Sabrina seemed to take your advice since she stood before them with the aura of the greatest queen of all time. You stood tall yourself to match Sabrina as you waited for her to begin.

“Before we discuss the new regulations I plan on using during my reign, I would like to announce a very important alli of mine, who believes I am more certified to rule Hell than your prince.”

Your eyes wandered across the room as you assessed everyone’s reactions. You didn’t expect a certain pair to be staring right back at you. He was dressed in a leather vest with claws poking out of it. He was leaning against a pillar towards the back with his arms crossed. You could tell he was either very bored with the meeting or he was trying really hard to pretend to be.

“I present the Final Witch!” Sabrina shouted with a prideful smile.

The eyes of everyone in the room became filled with absolute horror as they faced you. The man from earlier smiled as it dawned on him who exactly he was staring at.

You turned away from him and cleared your throat, “I do, in fact, put my support behind Sabrina Morningstar. I speak for Heaven and Hell when I say that balance must be restored. A Morningstar must remain on the throne. Clay can not compare to blood.”

Whispers filled the room as they pondered their next step. You didn’t need to give a big speech. They knew of your hatred for the Morningstars. It was prophesied to be legendary. If you could agree with a Morningstar, then it must be correct.

“And what does your word mean to us?” A deep voice shouted from the back.

Your eyes immediately locked with the man’s once again.

“What does your word-” he said, walking ever closer to you-“ mean to me?”

You scoffed, “Excuse me.”

“Who are you to say I cannot rule Hell?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open when you finally comprehended who was in front of you.

“I’m the one soul no one could take. The one soul no one can have. I have powers that I am sure exceed what your small mind is capable of imagining. They are powers that Lucifer Morningstar gave me but could not take back. Powers that Heaven and Hell allow me to keep. They were indebted to me!” You seethed as he got in your face.

It was an obvious tactic to intimidate you, but you had definitely seen worse. Caliban only laughed at your attempt to prove yourself valid.

“Lucifer? How powerful could he be. It would seem he was tricked twice by two mere witches? Why should we let that legacy live on through her? The same witch that took down that same man, may I add.” He challenged as he pointed to Sabrina seated on her throne.

A small gasp left your lips as you listened to what he said. She’s the reason this all happened? She brought you here because she screwed up? You sent a glare at Sabrina as she tried to look away from you.

You were quickly losing traction on your side of the argument, so you had to think fast. The angered voices of the demons before you signaled that your lifespan was shortening if you didn’t find something to say, and Sage was getting more nervous by the second on your shoulder.

“Think about what you are getting yourself into. Lucifer didn’t lose to Sabrina because he was weak. He could kill you all without lifting a finger. He lost because Sabrina was stronger. She was stronger than him, so she is certainly stronger than you. I may be his enemy, but I’m smart enough to recognize the Morningstar strength.”

His eyes narrowed at your own. He was a foot away from you, and you were tempted to start a fight right then and there. However, it seemed Caliban had other plans. He smiled at you. There wasn’t any emotion behind it. It was just an unsettling simple smile. He suddenly turned on his heel and backed up from you.

“I’ll test your theory of her strength through this competition as well as yours. However, when you realize that she has dealt you some bad cards, feel free to slide into my bed for some better ones, beautiful.” A series of deep laughs echoed throughout the room.

You glared at him as he gave you a lustful look before walking off with the plague kings. Everyone allowed the rest of the meeting to go by with less trouble since Sabrina decided against sharing her new rules today. As the last of the horrid creatures left you shot Sabrina with the most terrifying look you could muster.

“You are telling me everything NOW,”

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