#THE VEINS AND MSUCLES

[whenthestarsthrewdowntheirspears]

THIS ART IS SO BEAITUFUL HELP HOW DO I SPELL GORJUS

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

[hell-drabbles]

Raqiel 2

Summary: You couldn’t help but be curious about the little things of Raqiel’s body. All the scars and the way the veins press against his skin.

(Just me giving you people a clearer image of his body. I find stuff like that fun. He has a dad bod situation going on since we have none in this game. Plentiful love handles. It's rather ambiguous as to who the Reader is, so enjoy!)

Scars traveled and crossed over each other, warping the flesh of Raqiel’s stomach into this puckered mess of skin. Like someone dug their fingers deep into his fatty tissues and ripped him right open. New scars and old scars, layering over one another, climbing over his ribs before stopping right at the collar bones.

One section of scar in particular caught your attention, one where there was this odd dip just above his belly button. An indent, one where you can see large veins poking through the weakened skin. Under it all, though, was a very odd trail of pubic hair. A tiny little patch right at the peak, then is cut off by fresh scar tissue, starting from the right before ending right above his left leg.

“I had a student once that declared he’d take my liver,” Raqiel chuckled out with a gentle smile, shackles clinking as he languidly stretched himself out on the bed, like he was trying to make himself bigger for you to touch better, “he didn’t know where it was, so he opted to rip everything open. He didn’t get it, though, I was shocked to him attempt to try it again right after I was thrown away. I suppose I did injure his pride quite a bit.”

“You really just let them do whatever they want, don’t you,” you said and gently pinched his pudgy belly, smiling when you felt the muscles underneath tighten. Raqiel’s spine curved, like he wanted you to dig your fingers deep into his stomach.

“It was their,” his voice hitched cutely when you grabbed his waist, massaging his love handles, finding satisfaction in the shape of his body, “it was their final graduation assignment. Of course I’d give them the freedom to chose their final task.”

Even with all the toughened skin over his body, you can still feel the strength of his msucles underneath it all. Plentiful flesh on his belly, plentiful flesh on his chest. Raqiel occasionally likes to be cheeky and make them bounce when he wants to be touched. Seems he’s rather proud of them, of their heavy weight, perky shape and dusky nipples.

What a funny angel you picked up.

“I think you were giving them a little too much freedom,” you dipped your fingers right in the curve of his tits, fluttering your digits. Raqiel snorted and turned to the side, hands still up even though he wasn’t tied to anything. “Haha, I didn’t know you were this ticklish. How cute.”

Looking at it, it seems like Raqiel should have chest hair, but the damage and scarring had only left a few stray strands right in the middle of his breastbone. Other than than, it was all bare.

“I don’t like to keep anything hidden from you,” Raqiel’s voice warbled a little, but kept his voice stable “but I know you like discovering things.”

“Well, you certainly have that right.” You pulled back and grabbed his face, feeling over the scratchy surface of his decently shaved face. “Thank you for keeping me entertained.”

The softness in his eyes almost contrasted the hard lines of his bone structure.

“Anything for my Dearest Deity.”