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neeeeeeed more of rafayel's. you wrote him sososo well

this means so much to me, thank you!! i definitely plan to write more of raf.

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The ending was confusing asf

which part, babe?

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summary: how rafayel deals with being the other man. 

warnings: spousal cheating, brief nsfw tidbits, a little angsty but mostly scandalous, reader is married to an older man. 

wc: 1k

author’s note: thanks for all the kind comments on sylus's part! here's rafayel's which is way less depressing lmao. admittedly, this is a little rushed and not as fleshed out as i'd want it to be, but it was fun to make.

・❥・ you’re all too used to being nothing more than a pretty fixture in your husband’s life— something beautiful to hang off his arm during swanky functions and keep his bed warm when he’s away. you didn’t even know each other when you got married three years ago. you were paired with him by a matchmaker who saw your pitiful state and decided to ‘help you’ by pitching you to the wealthiest man on her contact list. of course he was also incredibly off-putting, rude, and chased off every other girl she’d offered… but she knew you were desperate enough to tolerate him. 

・❥・ you molded yourself into his ideal wife in order to stay in his good graces and not lose access to everything you managed to gain. all you wanted was a roof over your head, but caviar was certainly a nice plus. 

・❥・ after three years of unsatisfactory presents, your husband commissions rafayel to paint your portrait. this means long hours spent alone with rafayel. raf insists on spending extra time together because “he needs to know his subject.” you’re all too willing to oblige because it gives you the opportunity to leave the castle of solitude that was your home.  

・❥・ in reality, the famous painter wanted you the second you locked eyes at a fancy banquet the year prior. the two of you didn’t even speak as you were busy giving rehearsed laughter to your husband’s business partners, and he was busy avoiding thomas’s pestering. but he didn't need to speak to you, he was already certain that he had to have you by any means necessary.

・❥・ with some crafty networking, his impressive portfolio managed to cross your husband’s desk and the rest was a piece of cake. 

・❥・ talking to one another leads you to venting about your husband over a couple glasses of wine, voicing the grievances you can’t tell anyone else because his name is known in every circle. talking to rafayel is like a sigh of relief— he listens without judgment (or rather, he pretends not to judge) and is so removed that your word will never make it’s way back to your husband. 

・❥・ your tongue is loose, your cheeks intoxicatingly red… rafayel can’t help but be drawn to this version of you, the one that doesn’t care to maintain the aristocratic image you adopted over the course of your marriage and far more concerned with draping yourself over his shoulder. 

・❥・ back in his studio, he takes his time to gently direct you into different poses and expressions as he expertly paints your form. that’s how he gets the first touch— you couldn’t quite understand his directions on how to tilt your face towards the light and not away from it. he rises from where he’s sitting and walks to your side, gently taking a hold of your chin to guide your face where he wants it. 

・❥・ your eyes linger on him a little too long to be nothing, and rafayel easily recognizes the same desire he holds in you. 

・❥・ that simple touch was the start of your affair.

・❥・ rafayel doesn’t care if your husband knows, and actually finds the concept of being the other man pretty hot. of course he wants you to himself, but he also recognizes that you’re in a difficult position. your affair is too new to hold much weight yet, and it’s mostly physical at that point so he’s not overly concerned with monopolizing your time. 

・❥・ surprise video calls, constant texting, audio messages with his way too charming voice, etc. every notification you get fills you with the type of excitement you only used to get when you were a child. you’re practically glued to your phone now, and your husband isn’t around enough to notice it. 

・❥・ the encounters you have stay on your mind for weeks, especially during sex with your husband. you shut your eyes, and you can hear rafayel’s voice so clearly it feels like he’s wrapped in those sheets with you— talking you through it, layering kisses over your skin like he worships you. 

・❥・ there’s more than one time you two were entangled at the same time the chauffeur that your husband sent was knocking on the door to take you back home. all that did was make rafayel cover your mouth while his hips continued to snap forward at a pace that made you drool.  

・❥・ he sends the most mouthwatering artsy nudes ever, sent to you at the worst times imaginable. he pretends to be apologetic that you got the prettiest dick pics ever conceived in the middle of dinner with your in-laws, but it was definitely intentional. 

・❥・ but you don't only talk about sex in your days apart. you often go to him for venting, and soon he begins doing the same. you find that he seems… somewhat lost in his life. despite the critical acclaim and the career that many people dream of, rafayel seeks something… deeper.

・❥・ you discover new things about yourselves, and start teaching one another about life as you know it. you show him your mom's recipe for a rainy day which is just marshmallow fluff and nutella on brioche bread, which he finds far too sweet when he first tries it, but admittedly the recipe brings him comfort when you two can't be together. 

・❥・ in exchange for your recipe, rafayel teaches you how to dance. he starts with bringing your hands in his, and pulling your bodies close enough you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. he guides you through the movements tenderly, his voice low and soft no matter how much you struggle with keeping up. this feels like the most intimate thing you've done yet. 

・❥・ the months go on with your affair completely undetected. rafayel’s feelings towards you have intensified, and he makes it known that he wants you only to himself. in fact, he demands it. you deserve a better life, to know love as it truly exists and not as just a binding legal contract. and, frankly, he deserves better than sharing the woman he loves. he’s passionate as he pleads his case, holding your hand in his while searching your expression for a sign of mutual affection. 

・❥・ he does find the love you hold for him, but the words that fall off your lips are a blatant rejection. you can’t leave your husband— he’s too powerful, you’d have nothing left when he’s done with you. even if you love rafayel with every bit of your heart, you can’t justify leaving. rafayel is furious. he can’t believe you’d rather appease a man you can’t even stand looking at. more than that, it’s a massive blow to his ego that he apparently isn’t enough for you to leave.    

・❥・ after he sends you home, you send him an apology text and block his number… little did you know he had blocked you first. your message remains unsent. 

・❥・ the truth of your relationship comes to light only a few months later when rafayel’s home is broken into. the thieves find countless portraits of you in his archives. he’s painted you in every position, in every outfit, but many were without anything at all. with far too much detail to be innocent, it was clear he had painted them from memory. 

・❥・ the media erupts from the scandal: the famous rafayel’s sordid affair with the tycoon’s wife. 

・❥・ with the secret out, there’s no real reason for you two to continue hiding and rafayel doesn't want to let you weather the media storm alone. 

・❥・ you unblock him once the story hits the news, and just like earlier, he had done the same thing first. you’re immediately met with a message that steals your breath: “if you’re done running from your happiness, meet me at the docks. bring nothing but yourself.” 

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CW: Blood

Priest!Rafayel AU

MC reincarnates into a deity worshipped for her heart. Rafayel is her devout worshipper desperate to prove that his devotion to her goes far beyond everyone else's

aka using LaDs Rafayel as vessel to pour all my Filipino catholic trauma into. I need to romanticize suffering as a treat

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summary: how sylus deals with being the other man. 

warnings: adultery, brief nsfw tidbits, sylus is kinda miserable in this, reader is a little cruel but not intentionally, sorry this one came out really angsty??? 

wc: 1.2k

author’s note: for some reason this scenario came into my mind sooo clearly for him and raf so here's a drabble on it. raf's is coming up next. 

・❥・ your life could only be described as painfully average.  you marry the man you met in university, who also happened to be your first serious boyfriend. he’s a straightforward, simple guy who just wants a simple life with all the dressings: the picket white fence, suburban home, homemade dinners each night… you try to convince yourself you want the same, but as the years carry on, it’s hard to ignore how unnatural that role is for you. the only time you remember not feeling like you were meddling through life was when you joined the hunter’s association. you had found your calling, one that was far more exciting than the life you lived up to that point. unfortunately for you, the monotony returned when you were assigned to be a temporary officer for a small district in linkon city. that temporary position goes on for much longer than anticipated, much to your displeasure, but what else could you do? 

・❥・after spinning your wheels dealing with weak wanderers and petty crime for months, you’re finally granted a case worth your time: investigating onychinus in the N109 zone.

・❥・the investigation helps facilitate a borderline obsession over finding sylus and bringing him to justice. at first, you convince yourself that this would be your big break, something to prove that all these years spent training would amount to something. perhaps it could even open more doors for you in the association…  

・❥・ but things morph into something unrecognizable. you become drawn to his self-indulgent and exciting lifestyle which was a far cry from your current mundane life. 

・❥・ sylus toys with you about this, knowing that you’re constantly teetering on the edge of giving in to your most carnal desires, repressing yourself to be a “good little wife.” this taunting nickname rolls off his tongue all too often. sometimes you even hear it on your walks home, but it sounds mechanical and hauntingly inhuman… you think you might be losing it.

・❥・he’s very calculated with his approach, encouraging you to engage in increasingly questionable means to capture him. with the erosion of your strict morality, it’s not hard for you to drift farther from the idea of yourself as the pristine wife. 

・❥・your dynamic completely transforms during an interrogation where you suddenly cave, kissing him with the hunger you’d been suppressing all those months. his lips pull into a smug smile before pulling you onto his lap to hold your fidgeting body steady. 

・❥・he lets you set the pace when you become physical, acting as a guiding force to discover what you truly want, and then helps expand your boundaries and experiences. 

・❥・ “can we try this position?” “if you’re flexible enough, sweetie.” 

・❥・ says “if you want it, then take it.” so often you start thinking it’s his catchphrase. 

・❥・ he seems to just… know what you’re craving without you even saying it. the unspoken connection between you is unbelievable, and something you’ve never experienced before. 

・❥・sylus enjoys pushing the envelope when it comes to your husband, always being on the verge of being caught. in other words, he would literally fuck you on that man’s bed. he does NOT care. 

・❥・leaves so many whispers of himself all over your body. teeth marks, light scratches, hickeys, whatever he can plant on you before you swat him away. 

・❥・ the hookups go on for months, and they become more and more addictive each time. eventually you’re coming up with elaborate excuses to explain the weeks you’re spending in the N109 zone. 

・❥・ his home acts as a little getaway from your regular life, and when you come over he doesn’t hesitate to provide you whatever you want. at first it was because he enjoyed luring you in for corruption, but it progressed to him enjoying how your eyes lit up when you held his gifts. no matter how small or pointless they were, you always reacted like he had just given you a reason to live.  

・❥・he wants to find more ways to catch that sparkle in your eye. soon, you two are spending days outside of his home— trying out expensive restaurants and short vacations in new places. 

・❥・ the more time you spend together, the more you fall for who sylus is underneath his reputation. meanwhile, sylus is drawn to how you look at him— a divine blend of strength and innocence that keeps him hooked. 

・❥・ you think it’s simply wishful thinking on your part until you catch sylus staring at you after sex. you’re resting against his chest, eyes almost closed, and just a breath away from sleep. his crimson gaze never leaves your face as you rest peacefully, and even in your partial slumber, you can sense the conflict in his mind. 

・❥・ he intertwines your fingers together and brings your locked hands to his lips. “what have you done to me…” he whispers against your skin, his tone drenched in defeat. somehow, you won a battle you hadn’t even known you’d been fighting. 

・❥・ the investigation you were supposed to be spearheading is technically still ongoing, and he begins to believe that all of this was a long ploy to undermine his work after mephisto finds you talking to one of his former underlings. when he confronts you on this, you’re forced to confess your feelings. you watch as his icy, rigid expression morphs into tenderness while your true feelings stammer out of your lips.  

・❥・ sylus would want you to cut off your husband the second he realizes the feelings are mutual. he approaches the idea straightforwardly, but with enough playfulness it could be mistaken for a joke. “why don’t you make my place your own, then? you’ve already claimed every surface in my bathroom with your hoard of skincare products, why not add your unique touch to the rest of my home as well?”  

・❥・ he wouldn’t show it, but it absolutely does crush him when you refuse. he shrugs it off for the time being, hoping that you will come around to the idea. after all, you’ve been with your husband for years. it’s only natural that you’re not quick to leave him, even if sylus thinks it’s ridiculous. 

・❥・ this affair would go on for a shockingly long time. sylus is so isolated in his line of work, and his feelings for you are so strong, there aren’t many ways he can organically meet others and even if he does… none of them can compare to you. they don’t understand him like you do, they only see his power and money. everytime he is certain that this is the last of it— the last hookup, the last argument, the last text… you go and do something that gives him hope. 

・❥・ the growing tension between you leads to your first breakup… only to end right back up in each other’s arms not even a month later. rinse and repeat. 

・❥・ mephisto and the twins haaaaaate your ass so. damn. much. sylus’s fuse is much shorter when you’re off, and he’s sugary sweet when you’re on. the rollercoaster of emotions impacts everyone in his orbit.

・❥・ even his enemies don’t know if they’re going to get an explosively cruel sylus or a more methodical killer on any given day, which complicates their plans. a select few organizations even keep a pulse on your social media accounts to see when you’re celebrating milestones with your husband, knowing that’s when sylus will be the most unhinged.

・❥・ the N109 zone is damn near silent on the day of your wedding anniversary. mephisto has disappeared somewhere in the night, the twins make themselves extremely scarce to avoid sylus, and everyone else has decided to hunker down until a less volatile day rolls around.

・❥・ the emptiness of his environment is almost suffocating. no amount of music can fill the space enough to distract him from his isolation. sylus can’t stand feeling abandoned, but giving up on you means accepting being permanently alone. for that reason, the idea of closing the chapter on you seems worse than going through this emotional torment for another round. 

・❥・ eventually, if nothing changes, sylus will be the one to finally end it. it will be like hell to him, but cutting off all contact from you is the only way he can be himself again. he doesn’t believe he’ll ever move on, but he hopes he can someday forget how good loving you felt. 

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One nightmare abt lumeria later

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reading discourse about sylus and caleb from the lads fandom outside of tumblr

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the duality of man [🍎]

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It was a headache at first. And then the itching—oh the itching! She clawed at her head relentlessly, to no avail. Something other than relief sprouted beneath her fingertips.

But her pain was soothed instead of scorned, her horns met with kindness instead of a knife.

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THE COLONEL'S INSPECTION .

summary: after being apart from caleb for months, you and tara visit skyhaven for the summer solstice festival. he has… concerns about how you spent your time apart.

warnings: nsfw (18+, minors dni), dubcon/noncon, caleb is very controlling and a little mean in this, pet names (pipsqueak, silly girl, and 1 singular ‘gege’), fingering, virginity testing, smut with plot, lowkey badafabanatomy101, extreme jealousy, inappropriate use of evol, pre-confession caleb & mc, manhandling, orgasm denial if you squint. 

characters: caleb from love and deepspace (post-explosion with some edits), afab!mc reader, and tara. everyone is in their twenties.

wc: 2.9k

author’s note: soooo this is my first fic in like ten years… i hope you all like it! i took creative liberties for dramatic effect (i.e. mc’s grandma gifting caleb her antique dining table pre-explosion.) also, this was originally written in present tense before i switched it to past tense so if you notice any typos or grammatical errors…. that’s why rip. if i missed any warnings, please let me know!

* this will likely have a second and/or third part! 

visiting caleb happened less and less often. between your work with the hunter’s association, and his work as a colonel for the fleet, there was not much room in either of your schedules to meet up. that’s why whenever you had a few days of freedom, the two of you made sure to make the best of it. this time, luck was on your side. not only did you manage to get three days off of work because a big case you were working on concluded a month earlier than expected, but it also coincided with the summer solstice festival in skyhaven— and caleb said he would be free for most of your visit. what were the odds?

being freed up from the case meant tara could tag along with you, and you immediately invited her after asking caleb. he agreed to allow this with only one condition: she could not sleepover. it was a surprisingly rude request from the typically friendly and accommodating caleb, plus it was extremely inconvenient for tara. afterall, it was the only summer festival in skyhaven. most hotels would be booked up by now, and what was leftover would probably be low quality or expensive.

and your efforts to persuade him?

“i’m not changing my mind, pipsqueak.” he said dismissively although his tone was still cheerful. his rich violet eyes remained fixated on the new model plane he was assembling while he spoke into the phone, “this home is open to family, and family only.” even if you two weren’t technically family, you understood exactly what that meant— and no amount of pleading or batting your lashes would sway him. so, you begrudgingly told tara she’d have to find a place to crash for the entire trip. your friend, always the optimist, took it in stride and even seemed to enjoy flipping through the listings of premium hotels in the city.

���ooh! Y/N, look at this one! it’s got one of those infinity pools on the roof!” she’d exclaim while shoving her phone towards you over your desk of files. a holographic 3D model of the swanky hotel popped up from her screen. it was sleek and clean, mirroring the aesthetic that decorated most of skyhaven. you smiled and nodded in an attempt to feign the same level of excitement as her, but you found it hard to. 

for some reason, there was a growing sense of dread in the center of your chest. 

two days passed by quickly, with most of the time being spent trotting through the festival with tara and caleb— then finishing the night off at the bar with tara. caleb would say he couldn’t stay long, that he had something to tend to early in the morning, but that meant you two could enjoy yourselves without him. things were going smoothly… perhaps your worries were truly irrational afterall?

the first night, you and tara had gone a little overboard and were too drunk to end up anywhere other than the hard couch in her hotel room. the second night, you were invited out to dinner by tara’s favorite artist from the festival, you couldn’t possibly say no to her desperate pleas to tag along. that meant you had to cancel dinner with caleb twice, but you swore you’d make it up to him later. 

on the third day, you all decided to conclude your last festival visit with something sweet. the local shops were selling all sorts of solstice themed foods, and this particular parlor had brightly colored frozen yogurt with the cutest sun-shaped cookie bites topped off with iridescent sprinkles. you and tara couldn’t bare to pass it up, even though caleb seemed worn out by the constant activities. 

as you stood in line to order, he leaned down to whisper at a level only you could hear, “don’t spoil your appetite, pipsqueak.”  

that sounded like a threat.

you found a small table beside the window, and the three of you settled in. you sat beside tara, and caleb took the seat across from you. right away, the table was loud with lively conversation and laughter between bites of creamy sweetness. you all exchanged jokes and tidbits seamlessly, there was barely a second to breathe between the chatting. considering both tara and caleb were social butterflies, it was no surprise they got along well. 

somehow, the flow of conversation brought you to discuss each other's silly childhood habits. tara laughed at the way you’d steal his t-shirts from the dirty laundry to mop up any spilled juice and coffee, and caleb brought up how he would send you at least ten check-in texts every time you’d go out with your friends when you were teens.

tara’s eyes lit up and she nudged her knee against yours under the table. “oh, just like that guy leonardo! there must be something about you that brings out protectiveness from guys.” she turned to face caleb, “it makes sense that you’d do that since you two are close, but i told Y/N before that it would be so weird if leonardo wasn’t cute!” 

it was like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. even though you and leo were just friends, his feelings for you were hard to ignore, and you had gone on a few dates with him. you had told tara plenty of times that your ‘gege’ was protective, and wouldn’t be fond of the idea of you casually dating someone he’d never met. regardless of how old you both were, caleb was unable to shake this role. you blinked at tara, a silent plea for her to stop— be quiet, take it back, anything other than continue talking. 

she immediately caught on to the pleading look in your eye and attempted to backpedal. “i- i mean, not that it’s- hah- he’s not anything serious, of course. h-he’s a good coworker, is my point.” she laughed nervously, and you joined her in it. the conversation at the table carries on to a new topic, thankfully, and for a moment you thought you were in the clear… until you looked over to caleb. 

it was something only you, someone who had nearly a lifetime of experiencing caleb’s personality, would be able to detect. as he listened to tara’s ramblings about the exhibit of her favorite artist at the festival, the same one you two had drinks with prior, you immediately notice the way his smile fails to reach his eyes. in fact, his typically vibrant gaze seemed to have lost every fleck of color it had. he was merely going through the motions to keep up appearances.

the feeling of dread you had managed to shake off earlier returned tenfold, and the colorful dessert in your bowl suddenly became incredibly unappetizing. it melted into a puddle of sugary goop and soggy bits of shortbread as the sun disappeared under the horizon.

it was tara who first announced she would be turning in for the night. your heart fell further from your chest when you realized that meant being alone with caleb for the aforementioned dinner you promised him, and absolutely could not back out on. dinners with caleb were always a treat, but this time…

“it was good to see you, tara.” caleb’s smooth voice interrupted your train of thought. tara smiled widely and nodded, “it was nice to see you, too! you two have a goodnight!” she turned on her heels to walk in the opposite direction towards her hotel, while you and caleb headed back to his place. 

the trip back was full of what could only be described as bizarre small talk; retreading old ground, repeating details you’d already told him over the phone months ago, and answering questions that felt pointless to you. you wanted to shrug it off, to reason that surely the man you’d known nearly your entire life didn’t deserve to be treated so suspiciously, but this wasn’t meaningless small talk. he was fishing for information, attempting to piece together just what you were up to during your time apart. when the realization dawned on you, you suddenly became concerned about how every detail would be interpreted, and your responses shortened to a handful of words at most. 

you stepped inside of the familiarity of caleb’s home, letting out a satisfied sigh when the scent of him enveloped you like a warm blanket. “mmm, it’s always nice to come back to—” your words are cut off with a loud ‘click’, the sound of the door being locked behind you. 

“i already have dinner from last night prepared in the fridge, it just needs to be heated up.” caleb muttered while pulling off his heavy bomber jacket to toss onto the couch. the fact that this was likely the dinner you two were supposed to have the night before felt like yet another bad omen. “i- uh, great! i-i’ll set the table.” it was a habit you had picked up on in your youth. a dining table full of plates, even if empty, made you feel like your family was bigger than the one you’d found. you swallow down your anxiety and quickly trot to the kitchen, walking past the old table that used to be your grandmother’s. 

when you return, arms heavy with a stack of porcelain, caleb is standing by the table with his hands planted firmly on his hips. furrowed brows and underneath that, eyes downcast and unfocused. he appeared to be locked in deep thought.

“cal—?” 

“put the plates down and come here.” 

his tone was authoritative and flat—  the same tone he used when you were caught in a lie all those years ago. that persistent dread fully consumes you as you carefully place the stack of fragile plates onto the table and walk to his side. you looked to him expectantly, fists tightly squeezed shut, waiting to get scolded for your flakiness during the trip. in a flash, he pulled you flush against his body by your wrists, wedging you between his large build and the table. “a-ah! c-caleb, what the-”

“do you have any idea how fuckin’ rude you’ve been? how much restraint i’ve had to use lately?” his bionic arm, with all of its unnatural strength, takes control of your throat and holds your back firmly against his body. your frantic wiggling only makes the feeling worse, the metal causing red patches of friction on your throat. you have no choice but to stay still.

detecting your reluctant submission, he chuckled in bitter amusement. “ah, so pips hasn’t completely lost her mind…” caleb whispered, his warm breath skating down the side of your face. “cooperate and this will be over quickly.”  his human hand snaked under the hem of your dress, traveling up your skin and leaving a trail of heat in it’s wake. his fingertips gracing the frilly hem of your panties makes you squirm automatically, despite your efforts to stay still. 

he seemed to hesitate for a millisecond before his fingers roll over your mound. “h-hey!” you gasped, your entire body freezes in shock. caleb stroked over your pussy, the only thing between his touch and your skin being the thin lacey fabric of your underwear. his breath deepens as he traces over your folds, dipping a single fingertip down the center to trace over your covered clit. 

“you know, i didn’t pull strings on that case just to share our trip with someone else, right?” there wasn’t even enough time for you to be shocked by this revelation, caleb was moving quicker than your brain could comprehend. his hand trailed from your clothed heat up your body to cup your breast, rolling his palm over your nipple and then firmly squeezing the flesh. it was hard for him to control himself for longer than a few seconds, made abundantly clear by the way he alternated between roughness and tender touches on your hardening peaks.

“and after all i did, you have the nerve to skip out on dinner with me twice in a goddamn row…”

“caleb, y-you’re being-” your voice was trembling under the pressure of his robotic hand. it didn’t hurt, but it was rough and unrelenting. 

“and who exactly is leonardo? why didn’t you tell me about him when i called? just what did you do to make him think he could check on you like that, huh? it’s my job to protect you- or are you trying to replace me?” caleb’s questions are delivered in rapid fire succession, leaving no room for you to respond or plead your case. his robotic arm released your throat, giving you a chance to glimpse the dark blue and red ripples out of the corner of your eye. a heavy weight crashes onto your back, forcing you to lurch forward against the dining room table, your face crushed into the cold antique wood by his gravity evol. you squeal in protest, but all that does is make him press you down harder. 

he quickly hikes up your skirt once more until you can feel the cool air on your rear, which only solidifies how impossibly vulnerable you are in the moment. there’s another beat of hesitation, or admiration, from him before he pulls your panties to the side to fully reveal your pussy. caleb pressed his hand to your warmth, rubbing his knuckles over your folds slowly, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling. “c-caleb, please think about what you’re doing. t-this isn’t right!” you whisper in desperation, as if he’d listen.

“i know exactly what i’m doing. i’ve just never had to resort to this.” he murmurs disapprovingly. “i used to trust that you’d tell me everything, pipsqueak.”

“i have told you every- unff!” your eyes widen from the sudden intrusion.

“hush. i’ll be the judge of that.” caleb’s middle finger, long and thick, slowly pushes it’s way deeper into your heat until it’s fully sheathed inside. “we promised to never keep secrets from one another, remember?” you are rendered completely speechless as his digit explores your most tender area, a place no one but yourself had. sliding along your walls slowly, rotating, prodding. it’s not like he was trying to give you pleasure, but rather inspecting you. sensing your shock and confusion, caleb answers the unspoken question on your lips.

“i’m just making sure you aren’t doing anything you’ll regret... there’s no reason for you to fight this if you have nothing to hide.”

caleb slowly drew his finger out and then slid back in with a second digit. the extra girth made you flinch and teeter on your toes. he watched your legs tremble from the unfamiliar pressure, your pussy fluttering and tensing around his fingers reflected both your discomfort and inexperience. “tolerate it for just a little while longer,” he urged sternly. his fingers pumped as slowly as possible, stretching your walls carefully.

caleb’s touch inside of you felt so right— blissfully so, despite it all. it was like every inch of his finger was created for your cunt, every ridge hitting you just right and coaxing out more slick from your core. shameful pleasure began to build in your body within a few pumps, which didn’t help how pathetic you felt being subjected to caleb’s control so easily. just as you were beginning to enjoy this bizarre sensation, it ended. he let out an approving sigh and pulled his fingers out with a wet ‘pop.’ 

your body was still his. 

despite not being able to see caleb’s face, his relief was palpable. his gravity evol lifted off of your body, but you still weren’t able to move. a different weight was placed on your back to hold you against the table. when two hands are planted on either side of you, you realize that he had practically collapsed on top of you.

“silly girl,” his head leaned against the back of your’s, nuzzling his nose into the depths of your hair. the cold silver of his apple necklace slid against your warm skin, sending a tingle down your spine. “you caused all this distress for no reason… do you enjoy getting a rise out of me?” caleb chided, but his voice didn’t boast that biting edge from before. his eyes fluttered shut as he took in a deep breath of your scent, attempting to still his rapidly beating heart. 

slowly, reluctantly, caleb stood up to free you from his crushing hold. your panties and dress are put back in place with a gentle touch, and although you wanted to slap his hand away, your head was spinning far too much to properly retaliate. he then turned you around to face him, revealing your flushed cheeks– one redder than the other due to the sheer force he had used when slamming you against the table, yet he didn’t acknowledge it or even look slightly regretful. 

his bionic hand reached up to fix your hair, like he often did. the artificial fingers felt strangely cold on your scalp, and not at all reassuring when combined with the heated ache between your legs. just barely in your line of sight, you caught a glimpse of his throbbing member through his denim. a wet patch of precum had formed at the tip along his upper thigh, saturating the already dark fabric with his sin. the sight of it sends a rush of forbidden excitement through you, but you quickly avert your gaze to hide your budding desire. caleb returned your timid expression with a warm smile, this time it actually reached his eyes. 

“now, we can eat.”

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pretzel, 24, she/her.

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