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Witches and Twinks

MONDAY

The small London restaurant’s dim light flickered against the wine glasses, casting soft Merlot shadows onto George and Adam’s lips, noses, the entirety of their smug, helpless faces. This should have been the perfect pairing. They were both intellects, with high senses of self and a love for information (ie. control), and though they’d talked for nearly an hour at this point, the conversation felt more like a fencing match than the start of a beautiful new friendship—each word a parry, each retort a thrust. Adam, dressed in his sweater and khakis, leaned back in his chair with a faint smile, his tone sharp but measured for every measure George tried to fling upon him.

“As much as people romanticize magic or ‘karma,’ it’s all just bullish storytelling,” Adam said, swirling the last of his drink. “Yes, Shakespeare and Marlowe write about it, but even they understood that human intellect, not divine intervention, drives our fate. Julius Caesar—perfect example. ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.’ The real power lies in reason and intellect.”

George, dressed more casually in his loose-fitting green shirt, met Adam’s judgey gaze with a bewitchingly bemused smile. “Shakespeare also believed in the supernatural,” he countered. “The witches in Macbeth didn’t rely on logic to mess with the characters. Magic, fate, karma—call it what you may, but it holds an inexplicable force over more than just imagination. You’d be surprised how much control you don’t have.”

Adam chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his confidence more than bordering on just arrogance. “Macbeth? The witches merely represent internal fears and ambition every man or woman has in themselves. You can interpret them as mystical, inexplicable forces if you must, but at the end of the day, it’s Lady Macbeth’s persuasion and greed that destroy her husband. Shakespeare knew that intellect was the ultimate weapon. Magic? That’s just an excuse for weak minds like yourself who can’t handle the complexity of the human condition.”

George’s smile twitched as if he found the power not to turn Adam into the jackass he’d been acting like right then and there. “You academics, always trying to boil everything down to logic. I think you’re missing the point of the supernatural entirely. It’s not always about intellect. There are forces beyond understanding, beyond your understanding,—forces that aren’t impressed by your degrees or how many times you’ve read Troilus and Cressida.”

“An underrated work, if I say so myself.” Adam’s smirk deepened. “And yes, the mysterious ‘forces beyond understanding.’ Tell me, how do they rank next to a Ph.D. in Shakespeare? I’d be curious to know.”

George tilted his head and took a swig of his drink, his gaze softening in a way that made Adam’s need to seek scholarly validation seem hollow. “You think Shakespeare would’ve agreed with you?”

“I know he would’ve,” Adam replied, superiority painting his tone. “The entire premise of his greatest works is that humanity’s biggest downfall is ignorance, not the supernatural. He’d side with intellect.”

“Or maybe he’d side with me.” George leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “You don’t think Shakespeare had a little magic in him? Maybe even enough to change a man forever?”

Adam’s smile faltered slightly, a small crack in his polished confidence. “What are you getting at?”

George’s just giggled, something dark and knowing flashing behind them. “I’m saying that not everything in this world is logical, Adam. You’re sitting here, lecturing me about Shakespeare, as if your intellect puts you above magic or fate. But I could change your entire world with just a flick of my hand, and all that book knowledge would evaporate into thin air.”

Adam’s gulped, unsure whether to get up and run or call the waiter. “Magic doesn’t exist,” he scoffed. “This isn’t some fantasy. It’s reality. You want to impress me? Show me something real.”

Without hesitation, George raised his hand, a scarred palm outstretched, and without breaking eye contact, he waved it through the suddenly thickened air with an inexplicable grace. The motion was so sudden, almost imperceptible, but Adam’s reaction was immediate. His breath hitched, his confident posture writhing and wilting as his widened eyes fluttered in confusion. The polished veneer of intellectual superiority melted away as something unfamiliar and overpowering gripped him.

Suddenly, Adam found himself folded over the table, unable to look away from George. The irritation he’d felt moments before evaporated, replaced by a deep, floundering passion—something that made his heart race and his chest tighten. His thoughts scrambled, no longer sharp and clear but clouded, fogged by an overwhelming sense of need.

“I…” Adam stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “I don’t understand… what were we—?”

George shushed him, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “You’re not supposed to understand, love. That’s the point.”

Adam’s breath grew shallow, his pulse quickening as his gaze locked onto George, unable to break away. His mind, usually so sharp and critical, was a jumbled mess of scrambled eggs. Everything he knew, everything he prided himself on, suddenly felt distant, irrelevant. All that mattered now was George—his voice, his presence, his timeless beauty. George was Adam’s everything now.

“You’re…” Adam’s words trailed off as his hand reached across the table, trembling. “You’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met.” He swallowed his own tongue, choking on his own breath. “Will you marry me?”

George’s smile widened, a quiet, knowing victory in his eyes. He leaned back, looking under the table, watching as Adam’s brain couldn’t catch up to his…heart.

“And just like that,” George whispered, “all your intellect can’t stop what you feel now, can it?”

Adam blinked, his face flushed with a mix of confusion and something else, something deeper. “No… I… I can’t stop it.” He swallowed hard, his voice small, vulnerable. “I don’t want to.”

George’s eyes glittered with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “Now, why don’t we talk about something that really matters back at your place?”

Every part of his intellectual, collected self knew better than to let this menace into his home, but all Adam could do was nod at his newfound love’s commands. And how bad could it be? All’s well that ends well, right?

Adam fumbled with the keys to his flat, his hands trembling with an erotic urgency he’d never known before. A man of his knowledge and tact would never sleep with a man so quickly, but alas, his once methodical mind, the same one that could cite King Lear on a whim, now reeled only with thoughts of George on his bed—George's lustful eyes, George’s sweet cock, George's very presence seemed to fill every emotional crevice of his being. His usual restraint, his prudent superiority, was gone, replaced by a consuming need to be filled by this cunning, enchanting strange.

They stumbled inside, the door locking shut behind them. “I’ve never…” Adam’s voice cracked, and he shook his head, words failing him. “I don’t know why, but I want you, I need you. Now.”

George’s lips curled into a soft smile, almost pitying. “Not yet, love. You’re tired.”

“No, I—” Adam’s horny existence began to protest, but before he could finish, George raised his hand and with a single flick of the wrist, Adam’s body crashed into a wave of heavy and irresistible drowsiness. His knees buckled slightly, and he stumbled backward onto his bed, the fatigue wrapping itself around him like a thick, suffocating blanket. His eyelids fluttered as the last bit of resistance left him, and in moments, he was fast asleep, still in the preppy clothes that once defined him.

George stepped forward, his eyes brooding as he stood over Adam's sleeping form. His fingers trailed lightly over Adam’s temple, tracing the outline of his brow. “You’ll thank me for this one day,” George murmured, though he knew Adam couldn’t hear.

With that, George’s expression shifted from amusement to something far more dangerous. He moved to the center of the room, kneeling over, and began reciting words in Old English, his voice low and rhythmic, like a conjurer summoning something deep and ancient.

“This man doth dress in shorts of scanty seam,

But two inches, nay more, could his cloth bear.

All trousers, all pants, dare try to redeem,

Will twist and turn, yet still they'll shorten there.”

As the words slipped out from George’s lips, the change began. Adam’s legs, still clad in his conservative khakis, twitched. The fabric shimmered like glitter, rippling unnaturally, as though it had come alive beneath him. Slowly, the pant legs began to pull and pull, retracting themselves upward inch by inch. The sturdy material warped and shrank, tightening suddenly as it rose. In moments, the khakis had transformed entirely into a pair of short, nay, outrageously short gym shorts—barely two inches of inseam, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

The fabric clung to Adam’s shivering thighs, exposing pale skin that had seemingly never seen the light of day. His knees, his nonexistent calves, everything that had been carefully covered up was now on display, with the hem of the shorts barely reaching the tops of his legs. He lay there, still sleeping, completely oblivious to the transformation.

George’s eyes gleamed as he watched his imagination solidify into reality, their bright, synthetic fabric snug against Adam’s skin. “Much better,” he whispered, stepping closer. But alas, he wasn’t done just yet.

“In tanks of muscled shape, his chest laid bare,

Neckline to navel, each nipple shall show.

Armholes so deep, their movement none can spare,

In every stride, his shirt reveals more woe.”

Another shift rippled through Adam’s sleeping body, this time around his torso. The sweater he’d been wearing—the very picture of propriety—began to distort itself, the fibers unraveling at his collar. The neckline dipped lower, and lower, and lower still, until it stopped just above his flat belly button. The sleeves, too, warped, pulling up and away from his twig-like arms until they were nothing but gaping holes that left his ribcage completely exposed. The fabric thinned as the sleeves disappeared, leaving him in a muscle tank so revealing that his nipples couldn’t help but to peek through with every slight motion.

The soft knit of his sweater had become a thin, athletic material, stretched across his chest and shoulders, barely covering anything. His once modest outfit was now reduced to something shamelessly provocative, his entire upper body on display, his pasty white skin brushing against the air with every breath.

George admired his work, his fingers drumming lightly against his thigh as he took in Adam’s new look. “Perfect,” he murmured. And yet, there was still more to be done.

“In high shoe laced, his socks pulled crisp and white,

A chain of gold doth glisten 'round his neck,

Beneath it all, a jock to fit him tight,

No other cloth for him shall fate select.”

Once again, for the final time tonight, the changes swept through Adam’s cold, lifeless body, this time starting at his feet. His Sperry boat shoes dissolved, giving way to a pair of bright white Nike hi-tops, their thick laces tied into the most perfect bows for the treadmill. The socks that appeared around his ankles pulled up snugly, reaching mid-calf, their crisp whiteness almost blending to the cream of his skin.

Next, the thinnest, most douchiest gold chain materialized itself around his bony neck, resting just above his exposed collarbone. The delicate glint of the necklace caught the light, its subtle flash at odds with the rest of his now athletic ensemble. Finally, the transformation moved beneath his shorts. His boxers melted away, replaced by a tight-fitting jockstrap that cupped him in place, offering minimal coverage and the most maximum exposure, almost as if he were a twink stripper on the Miami shore instead of the next youngest professor at Yale.

George stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Adam, once a picture of scholarly decorum, now lay before him clad in nothing but slutty gym shorts, a muscle tank that exposed far more than Adam would ever desire, hi-top sneakers, a thin gold chain, and the most illuminating jockstrap. It was absurd, provocative—and exactly as George had imagined.

For the final touch, George recited the couplet, his voice soft but firm:

“Forever cursed, his garments shall remain,

In shorts, in tanks, he'll live his life in vain.”

With those words, the spell was sealed. No matter what Adam touched, no matter how hard he tried, every article of clothing would morph into this same, revealing outfit. George smiled, satisfied, and took a seat in the armchair across from Adam. He watched him for a moment, sleeping so peacefully despite the irreversible change that had just taken place.

But as the night crept on, George allowed himself to sleep too, a smirk still resting on his lips as he lied next to his creation. Tomorrow, when Adam awoke and his spell of infatuation wore off, George knew that’s when the real fun would begin.

TUESDAY

“AHHHH!” Adam woke up, his heart racing as the morning light shone onto his hungover face. His body felt strange, but his mind was far more disturbed. The events of the previous night seemed fragmented, cloudy—George, the strange pull, the overwhelming desire, none of it made sense. He sat up in his sheets, his eyes darting around the room, his chest heaving.

He looked beside himself and dear God, there he was. George was still asleep, draped casually across the sheets, his face peaceful in the way that seemed entirely at odds with the havoc he’d wreaked. Adam’s stomach turned. I slept with him, Adam thought, his mind spinning like a top. He clenched his fists in the sheets, his face flushed with shame. How had he let this happen? His mind, so methodical and proud, had completely failed him and allowed him to degrade himself for some vampiric twink.

Panic gripped him as he stood from the bed, only to stop mid-step when he realized a breeze he’d never felt before. His legs were bare, his thighs on full display. It was then that he noticed his reflection in the mirror across the room. His mouth fell open in shock. Gone were his conservative khakis and sweater. In their place, he wore nothing but a pair of impossibly short gym shorts, a muscle tank that exposed his chest and nipples, white socks pulled up to his calves, and, what on earth, a jockstrap? He looked at himself again and thought he looked like a child dressing up in his musclehead uncle’s clothes.

He quickly shuffled to his dresser, desperate to change out of this ridiculous, humiliating outfit before George woke up. He rifled through his drawers and pulled out a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, but as soon as his fingers touched them, they shimmered and twisted, morphing into the same slutty gym shorts and revealing muscle tank that now clung to his body. Adam's eyes widened in horror. He threw the clothes aside and reached for another pair, only for the same thing to happen. Every single item he touched—his jeans, his sweaters, even a pair of pajamas—all transformed into the same jock-bro ensemble.

“What the fuck?” Adam muttered under his breath, the frustration building. His heart pounded as he rifled through his now everchanging closet, grabbing hangers and tossing clothes aside in a frantic attempt to find something—anything—that wouldn’t transform. But everything he touched met the same fate, shrinking and twisting into the cursed, douchebag outfit.

Behind him, he heard a soft laugh.

George finally awoke, sitting up in bed, arms crossed, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. “Having trouble love?”

Adam spun around, his face flushed with fury. “What the hell is this?” He gestured to his outfit, his voice rising. “What did you do to me?”

George laughed again, softer this time, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “What’s wrong? What happened to the complexity of the human consciousness or whatever bullshit you were spewing last night?”

“Magic?!” Adam’s voice cracked with a mixture of disbelief and anger. “Is that what you’re blaming this on? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, but I am, love.” George stood, casually pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. “Oh, come on. Don’t you like your new look? I think it suits you.” He took a step closer, his smirk growing wider. “And honestly, after all that big talk, I would’ve thought you’d handle a little transformation with more grace.”

Adam clenched his fists, his voice shaking with rage. “This isn’t funny, George! Somehow you’ve made me look like some jock-bro idiot. What the hell am I supposed to do like this? Just tell me what you did!”

But George’s expression darkened. “You still don’t get it, do you?” His voice dropped, the playful tone gone. “You can’t just insult me, mock what I believe, and expect no consequences.” He took another step forward, his brooding eyes locking with Adam’s. “You wanted to prove your intellect was above everything—above magic, above fate. But you’ve proven nothing except how small your mind really is.”

“Small?!” Adam barked. “The only thing small here is you, you psychopathic, egotistical—”

But before Adam could finish, George’s pupils flashed with anger. He raised his hand, the air around him seeming to hum with energy. “Careful what you say next,” George warned. “Or you might not like what comes next.”

Adam’s lips parted, the insult on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated. His pride warred with his common sense, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re nothing but a dumb fucking slut."

Suddenly, quiet filled the room as the words escaped Adam’s quivering lip, but once he got himself collected, George’s voice rang out in outrage, calm, yet oh-so commanding.

“This man shall bear a curse of feet most foul,

With stench of sweat, his socks shall rot and tear.

His pits shall reek, his skin a pungent scowl,

Athlete’s rot shall mar each inch laid bare.”

Adam barely had time to register what George had said before a horrifying sensation crept up from his feet. He looked down, his newly acquired hi-tops feeling unnaturally damp. His socks, once crisp and white, were now soaked with sweat and dirt, clinging to his wretched skin. He wrinkled his nose at the sudden, overwhelming odor that wafted up from his shoes. It was rancid—like rotting toe cheese mixed with mildew and and an ocean’s worth of sweat. His feet itched uncontrollably, the skin burning as if something was crawling beneath it.

At the same time, his armpits began to burn and sting. He reached up instinctively, only to pull his hand back in disgust. His armpits were slick with a salty wetness, and the stench hit him like a punch to the gut—thick, sour, and overwhelming. It was as if he hadn’t showered in weeks, months even. His face flushed with embarrassment as the realization set in: his body reeked. His feet, his armpits—every part of him was drenched in sweat and stench, a walking cloud of filth.

“What the—?” Adam staggered back, staring at George in disbelief. “What did you—?”

But George wasn’t finished. He raised his hand again, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction.

“This man shall itch where modesty once laid,

His bush shall grow, his groin a scratching hell.

He’ll fight in vain to stop his hands’ parade,

As arse and crotch demand his touch as well.”

And just like that, a sharp itch exploded itself across Adam’s groin, so intense that he doubled over in shock. His fingers flew to his waistband, instinctively trying to scratch the burning sensation beneath his jockstrap. The itch was so unbearable, spreading across his groin and into his backside, radiating like fire near his hole. No matter how hard he tried to resist, his hands were drawn to the sensation, scratching furiously, desperate for relief.

But there was none. The more he scratched, the worse it got. His fingers dug into the fabric of his shorts, and soon, he was practically clawing at himself, unable to stop. His face flushed red with embarrassment. The itch was maddening, and it didn’t care about decorum or propriety. Weak, he was scratching himself in front of George, his hands running over his crotch and ass, completely helpless against the overwhelming need for relief.

“Stop this,” Adam gasped, his voice shaking as he continued to scratch. “Please, stop.”

But George only smirked, his voice calm as he began the next quatrain.

“Each hour, his body shall release its gas,

With burps and farts to shake the very air.

No matter where he goes, no lad or lass

Will dare endure the odors he’ll declare.”

Before Adam could breath in, his stomach rumbled violently. His eyes widened in horror as his body took over, an enormous belch ripping from his throat, so loud it echoed through the tiny studio. A second later, a foul-smelling fart exploded from him like a cloud, the stink so pungent it nearly knocked him back.

“No—” Adam gasped, but his body betrayed him again. Another belch, followed by another fart and another burp, and yet another fart. The stench filled the room, thick and nauseating. His face turned crimson as he stumbled back, his hands flying to his mouth as if he could stop the sounds from escaping, but it was no use. Every few seconds, another belch, another fart, the air around him quickly becoming unbreathable.

George watched, amused, as Adam staggered, his eyes wide with humiliation. He raised his hand one last time, his voice soft and final.

“This man of filth, of shame, of rank decay,

Shall live apart from grace, in filth to stay.”

With that, George turned toward the door, leaving Adam in the haze of his own stench, his body a twisted caricature of everything he once prided himself on. The smell of his own filth lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive, but it was the itching, the relentless belching, and the horrible farts that kept him anchored to the spot. His whole body was a battlefield of sensations he couldn’t control. His intellect, once his greatest weapon, felt utterly useless now.

He staggered toward the bathroom, desperate to scrub away the grime of his new persona. He turned on the shower, hoping the water would wash away the stench and the shame. But as soon as the water hit his body, it did nothing. The sweat, the reek from his armpits and feet, even the itch in his groin—it was all still there, clinging to him like a second skin.

After multiple futile attempts, he stared at his reflection in the fogged mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed from scratching and embarrassment. His once carefully maintained hair was now matted with sweat, and his body, encased in the ridiculous bro-ey outfit, made him look more like a lazy frat boy than a Ph.D. candidate.

Adam threw on a hoodie, hoping it might cover up some of the smell, and pulled the hood over his head, trying to obscure himself. He couldn’t just stay home. He had a meeting with his professor that afternoon—he had to go. He had to maintain some semblance of normalcy, even though nothing about this felt normal.

As he left the apartment, he became acutely aware of the looks he was getting from people on the street. Some wrinkled their noses, others shot him a glance before quickly looking away. His footsteps echoed in his ears, punctuated by the sound of another loud fart escaping him, followed by a huge, gut-shaking belch. The smell followed him like a shadow, and the itch in his groin was impossible to ignore. He scratched absentmindedly, wincing as he did, but the relief only lasted a second before the itch came back with renewed intensity.

The closer he got to campus, the more nervous he became. His body wouldn’t stop betraying him—every few steps, another belch, another fart, another desperate scratch of his groin and butt. He could feel the sweat pooling beneath his shirt, the odor rising with it. He pulled his hood tighter over his head, hoping to disappear into himself, but nothing could hide what was happening to him.

By the time he reached his professor’s office, he was a mess of nerves. He stood outside the door, trying to compose himself. You can do this, he thought, even as his body itched and groaned in protest. But the second he stepped inside, the look on his professor’s face told him everything.

“Adam,” Professor Wilson said, his voice hesitant as he looked up from his desk. His nose wrinkled almost immediately, and Adam saw him discreetly glance toward the window as if considering opening it for fresh air. “Are… are you feeling alright?”

Adam swallowed hard. “I—I’m fine,” he lied, but even as the words left his mouth, another loud belch erupted from his throat, followed by the unmistakable sound of another fart. The air around him was thick with the stench, and he could see the professor’s face go pale with disgust.

Professor Wilson stood abruptly. “Perhaps we should reschedule,” he said, clearly trying to hold back his revulsion. “It seems like you’re not… in the best condition today.”

“I can explain—” Adam started, but even as he spoke, his hands betrayed him again, scratching furiously at his groin and rear, the itch unbearable. He tried to stop, tried to keep himself composed, but his body had other ideas. Another belch, another fart, each more embarrassing than the last. The smell in the room was unbearable, and Professor Wilson’s eyes were wide with a mix of pity and horror.

“Adam, I think it’s best if you go home and take care of… whatever this is,” Professor Wilson said, his voice tight with discomfort. “We’ll discuss your dissertation another time.”

Adam’s face burned with shame as he nodded stiffly, his throat too tight to speak. He turned and left the office, another loud fart escaping him as he hurried down the hallway. The students he passed gave him wide-eyed stares, some covering their noses, others whispering and laughing as he stumbled past them. Each new step felt heavier, the weight of the day pressing down on him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the nightmare his life had become.

By the time he could finally make it back to his apartment, he was utterly defeated. His body reeked, the itch in his groin had only gotten worse, and his belly was constantly churning with the pressure of more belches and farts waiting to erupt. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. The day had been a disaster—there was no way he could continue like this.

As the evening settled in, Adam lay there, his mind racing even as his body continued to betray him. He had to find George. He had to fix this. There was no other option.

He couldn’t live like this—he couldn’t endure the stares, the laughter, the humiliation. His career, his entire life, was at stake. With each itch, each stench, each belch and fart, he felt his old self slipping further away, and he was terrified of what he would become if this continued.

With a heavy sigh, Adam closed his eyes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would find George and demand that he fix what he’d done. Tomorrow, he would get his life back.

WEDNESDAY

Adam sat desperate against his pillow and his headboard, his phone clutched in his hand, staring down at the screen with a sense of failure. The stench from his armpits, the itching in his groin, the endless belches and farts—everything had become so utterly unbearable. The reflection he caught in the mirror was still that of the cursed gym rat, his outfit vulgar and ridiculous against his scrawny body, the stink so thick it began to cling to the walls of his flat.

He began typing. His fingers trembled slightly as they tapped against the glass, carefully crafting the text to George. His pride screamed against it, but he was out of options. He couldn’t live like this, not anymore.

"Hey George,

I’ve been thinking a lot…and I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I was so out of line, and I didn’t mean to insult you or dismiss what you believe. I get it now—there are things beyond intellect, beyond control, and…beyond me. I was wrong, and you were right. There. I should’ve believed in magic instead of trying to mock it. Please, is there anything I can do to fix this? I don’t want to keep living like this, I just can’t."

He hesitated for a moment before hitting send, his stomach twisting into a knot of hope and dread. Adam tossed the phone onto his bed and laid back, staring at the ceiling as the minutes stretched into hours. Every itch, every foul-smelling fart reminded him of his new reality. He tried to distract himself—cleaning the apartment, watching plays on Youtube, attempting to focus on some new Shakespearean analysis—but nothing worked. The stench hung in the air like a punishment, stuck to him no matter what.

By midday, Adam’s hope had started to wither into nothingness. George wasn’t going to respond. He probably didn’t even care. Maybe this was it—maybe this revolting, humiliating state was his life now. He sighed, dragging his hands through his sweaty hair, glancing toward his phone again. Still nothing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and paced around room, fidgeting with his bro clothes that clung to his now lean body like a cruel joke.

Bzzzz.

Adam rushed to his phone, his heart thudding against his chest as he unlocked the screen. A message from George appeared, and his breath caught.

“Curses can’t be undone, love.”

Adam’s face flushed with frustration. His jaw clenched as he stared at the words. All of that groveling, all of that begging, and this was the response? He typed furiously, his anger bubbling to the surface, but before he could send anything back, another message appeared.

“But I must admit. I didn’t think you would actually say that. Honestly, I really appreciate the apology. Why don’t call it even, huh? Why don’t I give you a gift?”

Adam blinked at the screen, his anger slowly dissipating into confusion. A gift? What kind of twisted gift could George possibly mean? If it was anything like the last, then he could keep it. But before he could protest, another message filled the screen.

“His arms, like oaks, doth stretch from end to end,

With strength to lift the world or crush its weight.

Their power matched with beauty none can fend,

Two mounds so vast as sunset’s final state.”

As Adam read the words, he felt a sudden warmth spread through his arms. Not again, he thought, but then his eyes darted down in alarm as his previously thin, lanky arms twitched, then bulged. He watched, wide-eyed, as his biceps began to swell, the muscles rippling and bubbling beneath his skin. The skin of his arms grew tight, barely able to contain the massive growth. His once scrawny arms were transforming into huge, muscular limbs—so strong, they looked like they could crush stone with a single flick.

He flexed experimentally, his new muscles hardening themselves like marble. His biceps were enormous, so large they cast a shadow on his bony torso. He stared in disbelief at his own body, feeling an unfamiliar surge of power rush through him.

His phone buzzed again, another text:

“His chest, like breasts of Venus round and great,

Two orbs of strength that push against the day.

Each pect’ral it’s own ball upon a beach,

So full, so firm, none dare to turn away.”

Adam’s gaze shifted down towards his chest, and once again, he felt the same warm, tingling sensation spread across his torso as he began to feel an unnerving top heaviness. His pecs swelled, pushing against the straps of his tank top until the neckline stretched even lower than before. His chest ballooned outward, each pec growing into a massive, rounded mound of muscle, firm and solid beneath his skin. His nipples presented so visibly, his chest now so large it jutted forward, casting a shadow over his barren stomach.

The weight of his new pecs made him feel even more powerful, even more in control. He couldn’t stop staring, watching the way his body filled out, how his once-flat chest had been replaced by two enormous mounds of muscle that jiggled involuntary with every breath. They were so big, so round, they almost looked unnatural—but Adam loved it nonetheless.

Another text…

“His stomach, carved like canyons deep and wide,

Each groove a trench, each line a valley low.

His legs, like trunks of ancient oaks abide,

With strength to stand through storm and sun and snow.”

Adam’s abdomen contracted, the sensation rippling through his core. He watched as the muscles on his stomach began to etch themselves into deep, chiseled grooves. His once-flat belly was now an eight-pack, every ridge and line so pronounced it looked like his abs had been carved out of granite. His waist boxed in, accentuating the sheer mass of his chest above and the powerful definition below.

His legs were next. His thighs bulged beneath his gym shorts, the muscles expanding rapidly, filling out with every second. His calves thickened into pillars of strength, his quads growing into enormous slabs of meat that made his legs look like logs. He was massive now, his entire body transformed into something that looked like it had been sculpted by the god Zeus himself.

The final couplet arrived, and as Adam read the words, he felt the last part of the transformation taking hold:

A man’s man, dominant, in every stride,

With looks that none, not man nor beast, can hide.”

As Adam gazed into the mirror, his eyes widened in awe. His reflection had changed entirely. He stood there, towering, his body brimming with strength and raw masculinity, as if he’d eaten raw eggs every day of his life since he was ten. His jawline was sharper, his posture more commanding, and the way he looked—it was undeniable. He was an alpha now. He demanded attention, respect, and desire. The smell, the stink that had once plagued him—it didn’t matter. His overwhelming physicality eclipsed all of it.

Adam grinned, a wave of confidence crashing over him. This was power. This was control. He grabbed a jacket, still feeling the massive stretch of his biceps as he slipped it over his shoulders, and headed out.

At the nearest gay bar, the moment Adam walked in, all eyes were on him. His broad shoulders and massive arms filled out his jacket in ways that left little to the imagination. He could see heads turning, guys sneaking glances at his hulking frame, his thick pecs nearly busting through his shirt. He walked up to the bar, and within seconds, a couple of older men sidled up to him, their eyes wide with interest.

One of them, a trucker looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and the crustiest mustache, leaned in, his voice low. “You’re looking good, boy. Smell like man too. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

Adam wrinkled his nose slightly. The man was old, rotund, and ugly. He could do better, much better. “No thanks, ..sir,” Adam replied coldly, his voice deeper and more commanding than he remembered. The man’s face fell slightly, but Adam didn’t care. He was too busy reveling in the attention, in the way every guy in the bar seemed to be watching him, wanting his body.

As the night wore on, more and more guys approached, trying their luck with him. But none of them were good enough for Adam. He was an alpha now—he could have anyone he wanted, and the more he held out, the more they wanted.

And tomorrow? Tomorrow, he would go see George again. If George can do this for him. There’s no telling what else he could get out of the witchy twink.

THURSDAY

Adam took the tube immediately once he awoke and stood in front of George’s door, the weight of his muscular new form making him feel absolutely invincible. His inflated biceps and thick chest on the reflective glass of the door fed his ever growing ego, but deep down, he couldn’t help but shake this nagging doubt. George had done this to him—made him into a walking Marvel superhero, sculpted from stone, pure lust, and raw, unadulterated power. But was it enough? No, Adam wanted more. Needed more.

He knocked, his hairy knuckles bristling past the door handle. The first time he’d sought George, he’d dismissed the supernatural as nonsense. Now, with the power of George’s magic coursing through his sculpted body, Adam was ready to claim yet another piece of it. But this time, he knew he had to play his cards just a tad bit differently.

The door creaked open, and there stood George, his face shifting from surprise to a soft, almost suspicious smile. “Adam,” George purred. “Back so soon?”

Adam leaned against the doorframe, his massive arms bulging as he flexed them just enough to show off the strength George had given him. “Missed me?”

George raised an eyebrow, but his gaze lingered on Adam’s tits, those enormous pecs straining against the thin straps of his bro-ish muscle tank. There was a flicker of something in George’s eyes—desire, interest, maybe even a sliver of actual emotion, something he hadn’t felt in centuries. Adam noticed, and he played into it, taking a step closer, his voice low and smooth.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Adam said, his hand grazing George’s arm. “About I’ve been thinking about just how much I owe you for this body, for… everything.”

George tilted his head, still guarded. “And what exactly do you want this time, Adam?”

“I don’t want anything,” Adam replied, his lips curling into a seductive smile. “Just you.”

He moved closer, his muscular frame dwarfing George’s, his presence overwhelming in the cramped air of the doorway. George hesitated for a moment, but Adam’s hand slipped to the nape of George’s neck, pulling him in with surprising gentleness. Their lips met, slowly melding together, turning into something hotter, far more dangerous. Adam’s thinly veiled cock rubbed against George’s abs as his walls came crumbling down, and for the first time, Adam felt the subtle shift in power—he had George, really had him.

The day blurred into heated moments, their bodies tangled in sheets and sweat. Adam was relentless, his new body a weapon of seduction, and George, for all his magic, succumbed to the raw physicality of it. They moved together with an intensity that neither had expected, sucking, fucking, and by the time they lay spent, George was quiet, staring at Adam with something akin to affection.

Adam, however, was already thinking ahead. He turned to George, still catching his breath. “You’ve got power, George. Magic.”

George giggled with a flush. “You’re just saying that.”

But Adam turned cold. “I want more of it.”

George’s face darkened. “What exactly are you asking for, Adam?”

Adam grinned, his arrogance returning now that the heat of the moment had passed. “Whatever gift you think I deserve. You’ve given me all this, how can I doubt your judgment, my sweet baby. My love. I’ll leave it up to you. Surprise me.”

George’s expression shifted from curiosity to something more guarded, his eyes narrowing as he watched Adam’s smug face. “Anything I want, huh?”

Adam shrugged, confidence oozing from every pore. “I trust you.”

George sat up, his fingers trailing along Adam’s broad chest as if considering his next move. For a long moment, he said nothing, then with a quiet, deceptive murmur, he recited:

"A man so well endowed, his length shall grow,

Eight inches, thick as snake in fabric’s cage,

His buttocks firm, a perch for all to show,

A bubble round to seat him firm with age."

Adam’s goosebumped body tingled immediately, the familiar warmth of transformation spreading through his lower regions. He let out a low, grunty moan as the sensation deepened, his cock thickening and lengthening under his teeny tiny shorts. Diameter growing as his ass tightened, the muscles swelling into perfect, round bubbles that pushed him slightly upward in the bed. He grinned, looking down at himself, clearly satisfied with George’s work.

“That’s more like it,” Adam murmured, his hands roaming over his newly enhanced assets. The heft of his cock felt incredible, and his ass, firm and plump, made him sit taller, more confidently. “I can’t wait to use this out in SoHo.” He turned to George, expecting more praise, more lust, but George’s face remained unreadable.

Then, George’s voice darkened, and he continued the sonnet.

"But this thick snake shall rise and never fall,

In constant stand, no peace, no quiet still.

His rounded arse shall breathe and stretch at call,

Each muscle loose, no seat can meet its will."

Adam’s smile faltered, confusion flickering in his eyes. The change happened so quickly—his cock, now a monstrous length, hardened immediately, pushing insistently against the fabric of his gym shorts. It throbbed, always erect, always at attention, with no sense of relief. He shifted uncomfortably as his ass, once firm and perfect, started to feel strangely loose towards the center. It twitched and clenched on its own, the muscles stretching and relaxing without his control, as if it was becoming an underground tunnel.

“Wait, what the—?” Adam stammered, sitting up, his hand moving to adjust his cock, but it wouldn’t soften. His asshole kept opening with a subtle, almost breathing sensation that made him feel unstable, as if he could fit a tube station in there.

George smirked, watching the realization dawn on Adam’s face. “Not quite what you expected, is it?”

Adam’s panic grew as he tried to stand, but the constant, unrelenting erection made every step uncomfortable. His ass moved with a will of its own, making it impossible for him to walk without awkwardly adjusting himself.

“Stop this,” Adam demanded, his voice sharp with fear. “Fix it!”

But George continued, his voice soft, but with a cutting edge:

"For every man he sees and thinks of thus,

A need shall spark, his body shall obey.

Two seconds more, his lips will ask with trust,

And if they say ‘yes,’ he cannot turn away."

Adam’s eyes widened in horror as the words sank in. The change was immediate. His mind, sharp and calculating, suddenly snapped. The second he looked at George, an overwhelming desire flooded him. He took a step forward, his voice trembling.

“George, I—” He swallowed, trying to fight the words that wanted to spill out, but they escaped anyway. “I want you… I need you. Please, let’s do it again.”

George’s smirk faded into something almost pitying as he stepped back, shaking his head. “No.”

Adam blinked, the refusal shocking him, but the need remained. His body trembled with desire, the thought of George sending his blood rushing. He reached out, desperate. “Please, I can’t—”

But George stood firm. “This is what you wanted, Adam. You wanted the magic. Now you’ve got it.”

Adam’s desperation turned into panic, the uncontrollable lust gnawing at him as he realized what had happened. “Please, you have to stop this! I can’t live like this!”

George’s eyes softened, but his voice remained firm. “If you never see me again, I can never curse you again. Plain and simple.”

Adam’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of the curse pressing down on him. He had no choice. He nodded stiffly, his voice shaking. “Fine.”

Without another word, he fled the apartment, the constant throbbing in his pants making every step unbearable, as if he were walking with a third leg. His ass twitched, loose and awkward, making him shift with every movement. He tried to keep his eyes down, avoid seeing anyone, avoid thinking about anyone. But as he neared his flat, he saw him—the old, fat man from the bar, the one with the crusty mustache he’d brushed off so easily the night before.

Adam’s eyes locked onto him, and the thought, just two seconds, crossed his mind. The change was instant.

“Hey,” Adam called out, already relieving his itchy erection, his voice unabashed from shame. “You wanna fuck me?”

The man’s eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, I do. Let’s go boy”

Before Adam could stop himself, he moved closer, his body betraying him. They ended up in Adam’s flat, the humiliation sinking deeper as he stripped down, his body moving on its own, giving in to the fat man’s cock. Every moment was pleasure, the curse forcing him to enjoy it all. As the man’s fingers roamed into his hole, Adam’s cock stood painfully erect, his ass twitching and clenching, unable to resist the pleasure.

By the time it was over, Adam lay in bed, the old man’s snores filling the room. He stared at the ceiling, the weight of his actions crushing him. He hated it. He hated the curse, hated George, hated himself. But as he thought back to the encounter, a sickening sense of satisfaction settled in his chest.

Maybe this was who he was now. He’d become the horny, bro-ish slut he’d always railed against.

But hey, at least he still had his wits about him.

“You wanna go again,” he asked the sleeping bear.

He awoke. “Fuck yeah I do.”

FRIDAY

Adam groaned, his body still humming from the night before, shifting slightly in his bed, the weight of his smelly, bulging muscles pressing against the mattress in ways that felt less and less alien. The stench of sweat and sex clung to the sheets like a cruel reminder, but what gave him the most relief was that the old mustached bear, the fat man who had taken him, or he’d taken in, last night, was gone, leaving Adam with what few shreds of dignity he had left. For but a brief moment, Adam felt a glimmer of his old smart self, something buried deep beneath the layers of this cursed, grotesque transformation.

He brought himself up slowly, running a hand through his cum-soaked, dampened hair, trying to ignore the disgusting aire of musk that followed him everywhere. The night’s events replayed slowly in his mind, and each moment sent waves of heat rolling through him. He was disgusted with himself, yet somehow also satisfied. As much as he wanted to shake off the craziness of last night, something darker tugged within him—or instead, someone. Someone he couldn't control.

George.

The mere thought of him, that witchy smile, made Adam's heart pump and race. He tried to resist it, clenching his fists as he paced around his tiny studio. No. He wouldn’t give in. Not again. But the more he fought it, the stronger the curse became. His cock twitched in his shorts, eternally hardening more and more, his mind clouded with an overwhelming desire as he let out a massive burp. It was George. He needed George. He needed to see him, fuck him, even if it meant more and more of these horrible, disfiguring changes.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Adam was out the door, heading toward George’s place. His brain screamed at him to turn back, to stop this madness, but his feet kept moving, each step heavier with the weight of inevitability. He arrived at George’s door, his heart pounding so hard it echoed in his ears. Before he could second-guess himself, he knocked.

The door creaked open, and there stood George, the same knowing smile curling on his lips, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Back so soon?” George asked, voice dripping with mockery.

Adam swallowed, his throat tight. His body screamed with need, the throbbing in his pants unbearable. “I… I need to fuck you,” he stammered, the words barely making it out. His muscles tensed, his breath shallow. “Please, George. I just want to stick my-”

“No.” George’s tone was sharp, cold. “I warned you, Adam.”

Adam froze, his heart sinking. Panic flooded his chest. “No, wait, I… I—” He turned to flee, the humiliation too much to bear, but George’s voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“You’re not going anywhere,” George said softly, a cruel edge to his voice. With a flick of his hand, Adam’s body locked in place, muscles freezing as though they were held by invisible chains. Adam’s eyes widened in fear as George circled him like a predator, his gaze sweeping up and down Adam’s massive form.

“You could’ve been so wonderful, Adam,” George whispered, his fingers trailing across Adam’s rigid biceps. “If only you weren’t so obsessed with being better than everyone else.” George stopped in front of him, his eyes gleaming. “But don’t worry. I’m going to fix that.”

Adam’s heart pounded in his chest, his giant mind racing with panic. He tried to move, to speak, but nothing worked. He was trapped, helpless, his body at George’s mercy. And then, George began to recite.

“This man, with wit so sharp, shall find it dull,

His tongue to fail at words with length and grace.

In single beats, his speech doth make him full,

No thought can break the barrier of his face.”

Adam’s head buzzed as George’s words sank into his soul. He tried to protest, to say something, anything, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out were simple, one-syllable words, clumsy and slow like the dumbass he used to make fun of, the one he was about to become. “Wh-what… you… do…?” he stammered, struggling through each word. His brain felt like it was being squeezed, cell by cell, every attempt to say something even somewhat intelligent or complex was met with a foggy, impenetrable wall.

“No… more…” he managed, but even that felt like a battle. His tongue stumbled within his mouth, his speech slurring as the magic took further hold. Adam’s face twisted in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even think of a word longer than one syllable. His mind was trapped in this humiliating simplicity, a far cry from the sharp intellect he once wielded.

George smiled, watching the struggle unfold with sadistic delight. “You’re already looking more like yourself, love.” He continued, his voice low and melodic.

“A jaw so slack, it barely knows its place,

His mouth hangs wide, flies wander through the door.

With 'duh' his mind reflects upon his face,

A smile so dumb, he trusts each word, what's more.”

As the next words spread themselves throughout the air and landed onto Adam’s face, he felt his jaw slacken into a relaxed position, the muscles in his face going completely limp. His mouth hung open, agape, his lips parting into a dumb, vacant expression. He could feel the cold air tickling his teeth as a small, stupid smile crept onto his face. He tried to close his mouth, to tighten his jaw, but it wouldn’t obey him. No matter how hard he tried, it remained slack, open, like a door left ajar.

Flies buzzed around, and before he knew it, one flitted into his mouth. He barely registered it, too dazed, too numb to even care. His face felt frozen in that idiotic grin, his eyes glazed over. Worse yet, every word George said sounded so… true. Every part of him wanted to believe whatever George told him, his gullibility sinking deep into his bones.

Adam’s mind screamed at him to resist, to hold onto what was left of his pride, but that part of him was fading fast. His lips, still curled in a stupid smile, parted again. “Uh… yeah, right…” he muttered, barely able to form coherent thoughts. His voice sounded thick and dopey, like it belonged to someone else, someone who couldn’t even spell Shakespear.

George’s voice softened, almost tender. “See, isn’t that easier? No more thinking, no more overcomplicating things. Just smile, and trust whatever I, or anyone tells you.”

Adam’s heart pounded in his chest, but his mind couldn’t focus. His thoughts were slipping away, replaced by something far simpler, far more primal.

“His thoughts now cloud with only two desires,

To lift, to bed, these things alone will stay.

His mind a fog, of neither will it tire,

And all else fades, in gym and bed to play.”

With those words, haze descended over Adam’s mind. Thoughts, once sharp and filled with wit, were now muddled, clouded with only two overpowering urges. He wanted to work out. He wanted to fuck. Everything else—his career, his pride, his intellect—faded into the background, meaningless, never to be seen again.

Images of bench presses flashed into his shrinking mind, the sensation of cold iron in his sweaty hands, the strain of his muscles as they bulged and flexed. And then there was sex—hot, mindless sex. His cock throbbed in his shorts, and the desire, the absolute need for physical release overwhelmed him, drowning out any other thought. Working out, fucking, working out, fucking, again and again and again. That was all that mattered now. Nothing else made sense, not like he could comprehend it anyways.

Adam tried to resist, to push through the fog, but alas, it was no use. His mind was too far gone, too consumed by primal urges. He let out a resonant, needy groan, his thoughts too disorganized to form any coherent plan of escape.

George watched with satisfaction as Adam’s transformation neared its end. With a triumphant smile, he delivered the final couplet.

“And now this man goes by initials who,

With knowledge slight, no higher than eight-two.”

As George’s last words took their hold, Adam felt the last remnants of his old self slip away, the final pieces of his mind shattering like glass into a distant oblivion. He wasn’t Adam anymore. He was… AJ. His name was AJ, always had been. That dumb, jockish grin became permanent across his face as his old life rewrote itself. His memories, once filled with scholarships, academic debates, tragedies and comedies, were now replaced by scenes of the gym, of flexing in front of the mirror, of fucking nameless faces in dark, sweaty backrooms.

His chest swelled with pride at the thought of lifting those heavy weights, of feeling the burn in his muscles as he pushed himself harder and harder. His thoughts were no longer burdened by complicated ideas or big words. They were simple, direct. Lift. Fuck. Repeat. That was it.

AJ blinked, his slack jaw hanging open as he stood there in front of George, his once bright mind now dim, sluggish, and focused only on the most basic of desires. His body reeked of fart and musk, his mind a tangled mess of lust and primal urges. His life as Adam, the intellectual, was gone. All that remained was AJ, a dumb, slutty, smelly jock.

George stepped back, admiring his handiwork as AJ smiled dumbly at him, his eyes empty, his brain no longer capable of critical thought. “You look perfect, AJ,” George said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

AJ’s grin widened, his thick tongue lolling slightly as he scratched at his crotch. “Th-thanks… bro,” he slurred, his voice deep and stupid.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” George murmured, tilting AJ’s chin up so their eyes met.

AJ’s smile grew even wider, his lips twitching as he struggled to form words. “Yeah, bro,” he said, his voice slow and thick. “I’m… real good.”

George couldn’t help but laugh. AJ was exactly what he had imagined—empty-headed, obedient, and driven by nothing more than his primal instincts. “You won’t be needing any of those big words anymore, will you, AJ?” George asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

AJ shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly as if even that small movement required a great deal of effort. “Nuh-uh,” he mumbled. “Big words are… uh… too hard.”

“Exactly,” George said, patting AJ’s cheek lightly. “And from now on, you’re going to live a very simple life. No more worrying about being better than anyone else. No more trying to prove how smart you are. You’ll be much happier this way. Just working out, fucking, and doing whatever you’re told.”

AJ nodded slowly, his thick muscles pulling and rippling beneath his skin as he flexed unconsciously. “Yeah, bro,” he agreed, his voice, like his mind, slow. “I like… liftin’... an’ fuckin’...”

“Now, AJ,” George said with command, “I think it’s time you head to the gym. You wouldn’t want to miss leg day, would you?”

AJ’s eyes widened slightly, the thought of working out sending a thrill of excitement through his body. “Leg day,” he repeated. “Yeah, bro. I gotta… lift.”

George smirked, watching diligently at his Frankenstein creation as AJ’s single-minded focus shifted completely to the gym. “That’s right, big guy. Go on, hit the weights, and make sure everyone sees how big and strong you are.”

AJ beamed, his dim-witted grin stretching even wider. “Gotta pump some iron.” And as AJ disappeared into the distance, George sighed, knowing the man who’d once scoffed at him, at the very idea of magic and fate was now living proof of it’s power, his entire existence rewritten by just a few simple words. George smirked, satisfied once again, and waited for the next asshole to match with him on Hinge.

AJ, meanwhile, wandered toward the gym, his thoughts a jumbled mess of anticipation and primal urges. He could feel the weight of his bulging muscles with every step, the tightness of his tank top stretching across his massive chest. The constant itch in his groin had him adjusting his shorts every few seconds, a fart always ready in the chamber, and his cock already hard at the thought of the next guy he’d meet, or the next weight he’d lift. He grinned stupidly, flexing his biceps as he prepared for the first set. “Let’s go, bro,” he muttered to himself, his voice thick with excitement. “Time to get swole.”

And with that, AJ’s transformation was complete. The man he had once been—Adam, the intellectual, the scholar—was gone, replaced by a farting, burping, simple-minded, horny, muscle-obsessed jock who lived only for the gym, for sex, and for any task any man asked for.

“Life’s good, bruh.”

#male transformation #mental change #tf story #gay tf #muscle tf #broification #iq loss #fart kink #dumber #himbo tf #himbofication

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teojira · 6 months ago

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Really enjoyed your headcanons on Caeser and Proximus, do you mind doing the same with Noa?? 😊🙏

[Noa and day to day life with him!] [Headcanons!]

Summary: Noa takes you back with him to his home, and the clan accepts you as one of them. Even if you're concerned otherwise.

Word count: 1k (Jesus christ)

Warnings: None that I can think of! Can be read as Platonic or Romantic! You and Noa are attached to one another. (Yes, this is me projecting.)

A/N: Noa is so near and dear to me, I literally did not mean for this to be so long, and I STILL cut myself off. This is 1k words worth of headcanons for him, and it is not enough. I'm Noa's #1 fan, I am sorry to all my friends and family who have to hear me talk about him constantly.. Ask me for Noa anything, and I will give you the world.

Do me a favor and strap the fuck in for this it's alot.

I am so glad someone asked about Noa bc I got ALOT to say.

Noa has had it with humans, Mae put him, his clan, and countless others at risk, he should not trust humans, really he shouldn't, but he can't help it. She also betrayed you in the process, and now you're alone.

You agreed to help him and Mae against Proximus, you're the only one who actively goes up against Proximus as well.

Swinging and trying your best to try and get Proximus off of Noa, yelling and crying while the other apes just stare in fear. (Later on they apologize, but you don't hold it against them.)

It's a huge risk to invite a human with them again, but then he remembers Rakas words, Caesars words, and decides he can't told another's decisions over you.

So when he gently grabs your hand in his, looking down at you with a strained smile, blood seeping from his lips, you follow, back to his clans land.

Now on to the good stuff, it's kinda awkward finding your place among the eagle clan, the elders are gone, his father Koro is gone, there really is no guidance as to where to place you.

You drift mostly, either helping Dar or helping with the young ones, teaching them how to read and write, helping fish, farm, the basic tasks.

Dar loves you by the way, doting on you and making sure no one messes with you in a harmful way. She teaches you their customs and traditions, all the while playfully teasing you about Noa. She's a mom, she knows.

You're happy with your work, happy with your place among the clan. It's genuinely shocking how much they were willing to forgive and to not hold any grudges against humans after one ruined everything.

It helps that Noa takes accountability for you, somehow so trusting that you will not cause harm. His faith in you speaks volumes and you remind him everyday that it won't go to waste.

All he does is send you a sweet smile and ruffles your hair.

You find yourself helping Noa alot with crafting new tools and contraptions, being a second pair of eyes that can catch onto things he can't.

"Very smart." "Thank yo-" "For an Echo." and he does that stupid cute little sniff afterwards and it makes it tremendously hard to hit him.

He's such a little shit I fucking hate him.

You're his shadow when his duties permit, he's taken on a higher role of the clan, sometimes going out for days at a time but you're always at the edge of the Village waiting for his return, anxiously working your bottom lip until you see him in view.

You're both extremely attached to one another, Soona and Anaya become attached to you too, dragging you along in everyone's free time to go climbing, to eat, to hunt, just about any group outing has you as their fourth member.

Noa was worried about them accepting you, but they love you just as much as he does.

It makes his heart swell when he sees you and Soona together, giggling about something surely only you both understand while Anaya groans and complains about being left out.

It's like you've always been meant to be with them, to round out their group.

Soona and Anaya will offer to be the one to carry you this time, they do want to, genuinely, but Noa won't let them 99.9% of the time, He's used to your weight, he trusts that he can keep you safe the best. (Says the ape that literally almost died multiple times doing stupid shit)

"Noa worries too much, they will be fine." "Anaya is clumsy. Can't trust you to carry yourself, much less echo."

He tries not to carry you everywhere, but it is so much more convenient than waiting for you, so he scoops you up often enough that the stares don't bother you anymore.

Remember how in the movie, all the apes sleep together communally? Well you're at first extremely nervous about that, not wanting to ask what exactly are your accommodations because surely they don't want you there with them.

Actually, Noa does, so jot that down.

When you shyly move away, he raises his palm up at you, nodding to the space besides him.

When you don't move, he gently tugs you down, laying on his back and shutting his eyes. The clan hasn't really fully rebuilt and started to gather things needed for shawls and coverings, so it's not strange to him that you cuddle up to him to steal his warmth, peeking an eye open to see your face squished into his side, knocked out.

He wraps an arm around you, incasing you in more warmth.

This is a nightly routine until you finally take it upon yourself to throw yourself on him, he chokes out a breath as you make yourself comfortable.

Soona and Anaya usually join in, he cannot fucking breathe but he's so happy that it outweighs it.

When Mae inevitably shows back up, she sees you out in the distance, you look so genuine happy, so at peace with where you are. You even have some eagle feathers in your hair, integrated into their life that it shocks her.

It's enough to make her put the gun away, grasping at Rakas necklace like a lifeline, sucking in a deep breath to stop her from crying.

Maybe apes and humans can live at peace with one another after all. She hopes you prove her wrong.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

#feel free to ask me for more noa hcs! (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)#teddy asks ♧#planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #kotpota #pota #Noa #Planet of the apes Noa x reader #Noa x reader #teddy loves apes ☆

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ghostyeyestohide · 1 month ago

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I Put A Spell On You

Pairing: Terrance (Foe) x Valerie (Plus Size Black Fem OC)

Warnings: SMUT (not too extreme), 18+ (MINORS, SCROLL AWAY), buildup (if you got the attention span of a squirrel, DONT READ), titty fondling, oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), bisexuality (from m), masturbation, slight edging, spitting, slapping, smoking, choking, striptease, some femdom, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, cussing, aftercare, mentioning of death, a hint of voyeurism (from Junior), and Non-Canon.

Parts: Part Two • Part Three • Finale

Summary: After a day of examining Junior, Terrance returns home for a sit down dinner with his wife, Valerie, who wants to do a little more afterwards.

A/N: So, I basically restarted this app with a new account just to snoop around and read smut. I noticed that Aaron became even more popular now, and since there is already a lot of Terry fics, I thought it would be perfect for me to finally show my idea of how I think Foe should’ve went if I was in the writers room as someone who has seen the movie and read the book. I’m making this a two (or four) part series as I got the perfect bisexual hookup scene for Terrance, Junior, and OC since Ian and Garth didn’t want to give it to us in the movie, so that’s otw! And this is a one time thing as I been retired for a decade from fanfic (smut) writing, so ENJOY!

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Valerie was in the kitchen, spreading parmesan and fresh basil on top of the toasted cheesy garlic bread when she heard a car pulling up in the driveway. She walks to the window near the door, pulling the curtain back a little to see who it was.

The sounds of the door unlocking is heard, with it lifting up. Out comes Terrance, her husband and OuterMore’s hardest worker. He looked exhausted in his light brown top, black slacks, and black dress shoes, but happy. She smiles, walking towards the door to greet him.

“And there’s my beautiful girl in her pretty, ruffled dress.” Terrance states as he walked through the door, smiling as he puts his suitcase down and pulls her into an embrace.

Valerie chuckles before placing her lips over his, giving him a long but sweet kiss, to which he responds by doing the same.

“Sounds like someone had a good day today.” says Valerie, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him.

“Yes, I did. Love to tell you about it over dinner because my word, it smells wonderful in here.” he replies, getting a chuckle out of the both of them.

“Oh stop! It’s nothing crazy, just spaghetti with meatballs, cheesy garlic bread, some Caesar salad with the crisp parmesan, and that bottle of white wine you got from your previous assignment.” she replies sly, tracing her finger over his shirt.

“And I’m guessing you’re the dessert?” he asked in a low, seductive tone that enhances his British accent well while rubbing over her curves. Valerie laughs as she pecks his nose with a kiss.

“I mean…..I could be that, but I was looking forward to eating my homemade lemon loaf, drenched in homemade lemon buttercream, with that vanilla ice cream I also made, but we can go with your first option!” she responds with a smile.

“Dont tempt me with temptation already out there, Val.” he replies, kissing her again.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Terrance stammers, looking for the correct thing to say.

“You know I’m talking about that cake, dear. But, I’ll go change so I don’t keep you waiting. I am hungry after all!” Terrance exclaimed, kissing her one more time before going up the stairs to their room.

“Hurry! I’m not one to be waited on, Terrance!” she replied jokingly as she picks up his suitcase and places it on the living room table before walking back to the kitchen.

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As the couple ate their dinner and drank their wine, Valerie started first with how she spent her day crocheting new clothes for herself to wear, reading some books, and prepared the food as Terrance talked about what him and Junior did, from him watching him do farm work to doing scans on his body for measurements, assuring he has everything that the real Junior gave them.

“And then, I had dinner with them. Of course, I didn’t eat as I told them you were cooking, just some wine and whatnot. For some odd reason, Junior started going off.” said Terrance as he bit into his slice of lemon loaf and ice cream.

“Going off?” asked Valerie, very confused since he told her he was perfectly fine all day.

“I told them the trip to the space station is coming sooner and he knew this when I told him on the farm. But now, he was mad, saying “I don’t want a robot living with my wife!” angrily and demanding that we go outside and fight.”

“With a broken arm?” she asked as she ate some of her slice. Terrance nods as he dranked some of his wine.

“You had to be there to get it. It was a bit scary, but…..it was very indecent that he was doing all of that while not looking at Hen not once.”

“Hm.” she nodded, looking down at her bowl.

“And what was Hen doing by the way?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh. She was trying to calm him down. Saying “do the fight test with me, not him” blah blah, and then, I can’t remember the exact words, she said something and he basically called her stupid. I laughed, which I shouldn’t have and she got mad at me. So, she got up from the table, crawled across it slightly, and slapped me…..” Terrance replied, with his voice going quiet with the last few words.

Valerie sat there expressionless, taking in the words that just came out of her husband’s mouth. Hen slapped Terrance kept replaying in her mind, slowly adding to the burning sensation that was growing inside her. Finally, she got up and put her bowl in the sink.

“Val, are you oka—“

“You let that miserable bitch slap you…..you let Hen, who changes emotions like she has a permanent period, slap you?!” Valerie cuts him off, looking at him with anger all over her.

Terrance gets up, slowly walks up to her in order to not make her even more mad.

“You have to understand: I deserved that slap. He basically insulted her and I had no business laughing!” he responded with.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re the one who insulted her, she had no right to put her hands on you! And you’re calm about it?” she said, slamming her hands on the island in front of her, startling Terrance.

Valerie shakes her head, thinking if he should continue his assignment of watching Junior and Hen or stay home permanently for her sanity.

“I can’t do anything or we’ll accidentally reveal what he truly is.” he replies, throwing his hands up. Valerie scoffs, just in shock at how calm he’s being about this.

“Why couldn’t she take it out on her walking sex toy since he the one who said it? You’re the not the one in a loveless marriage.” she states.

“……do you see yourself as that?” he asked her.

“In a loveless marriage?”

“No. What you called him.”

“…..no. I’m just…..ugh. How can you hate your actual husband, but fucking on a replica of him?. Is it love? Is it hate? Or is she just confused…..” she said, stopping in her tracks before looking away from Terrance.

Terrance looks back at her confused, trying to figure out how would his wife know that if he never told her much about Hen. Then, it hit him.

“…..you been reading my files behind my back again. After I told you not to do that”

Valerie lets out a cold laugh before looking at Terrance again, tears swelling up in her eyes.

“That’s the only way I can keep pretending to live the life the real Valerie would be as the man, who makes endless promises to not push her to the side, fawns over his growing sexual attraction to his newest assignment in Junior.” she responds with, tears now falling down her face.

Terrance exhales quietly, leans up against the counter as he faces away from her.

“You read that in the notes, huh.”

“…..is it true? Or are you just toying with him and keeping proof?”

Terrance sighs, rubbing his face as he stands near the island in front of her. Taking in what she said, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it up and smokes it, blowing the smoke away from her.

“Okay. I am attracted to him. I’ll admit it.” he replies.

Valerie wipes her tears, inhaling and exhaling quietly before clearing her throat.

“Always knew the minute you can home and told me about meeting them. The way you mention his name, what he does, how he acts, his instant rejection to being chosen to go to space…….almost similar to Valerie’s story. Which I’m assuming you have yet to mention that to them.” she said, locking eyes with him.

“They don’t need to know that.”

“Why not? Will it make things worse when you ask him to run away with you?”

He looks at her in disbelief, caught off guard with what she just said.

“If you think I’m leaving you for him, I’m not. I can’t have any type of sexual contact with any of our subjects or I get terminated. And they take you back since you’re their property. You knew this the minute you were made.” he says, blowing more smoke out.

Valerie looks down, slightly embarrassed about throwing that accusation out. She was afraid that he was going to risk everything by being with Junior, putting everyone in danger. Terrance blows out smoke one more time before tossing the cigarette and stands in front of Valerie.

“Hey.” he gently holds her chin up, looking into her eyes. “I can’t throw off this feeling I get when I’m around him. He just brings something I never seen in other subjects out of me. But, I have control. You know me too well for me to abandon you like that.”

He wraps his hand around Valerie’s face, wiping away tears as he kisses her.

“Those notes don’t mean shit to me right now. You do. You’re the only thing I have left of her, replica or not. You been with me all these years and never once have I ever did anything that seemed like I don’t value you anymore. I never forgot about the things you love, the things you do, and the things I do for you that make you happy. I always go home to you, which OuterMore hates since it violates the ‘staying at the subject’s house’ rule, but I refused to let you be here all alone out here. And this won’t change that.” he says as he begins to rub on her body.

“I know you’re being genuine, but this……this is becoming an obsession and it needs to stop.” she responds, pointing at Terrance’s suitcase on the table.

He laughs, gently rubbing his hands all over her body as Valerie tries to fight against it, but fails.

“I’m serious, Terrance.” she states, gently pushing him back.

Terrance turns Valerie around, with her back against him as he has her pressed against the sink. He begins placing soft kisses all over her back and neck, making her let out some soft moans.

“He’ll be home soon. That Junior will go back to the factory and we’ll move on from all of this. It will always be just the two of us. You. Just. Need. To. Trust. Me. Val.” he responds, with each sentence and word ending with a kiss as he slowly lowers himself to his knees, positioning himself in front of Valerie’s ass. He starts tracing over her legs, brushing closer and closer to her pulsating heat.

“Uh-uh” she responds, placing her right foot against his chest and gently pushing him back, creating some distance as she turns around.

“I can’t get a taste first?” he asked, looking into her eyes with a pathetic, begging look.

She shakes her head ‘no’. “Go sit on the couch.” she says as she gently removes her foot from his chest.

Terrance smirks before carefully getting up and walking to the couch. She grabs their wine glasses, pouring the remaining bottle in each one before bringing it over to where he’s seated at.

She places his glass on the table before walking over to their vinyl player, turning it on before placing the needle on the disc, tuning the volume as the song begins to play:

Turning around to face Terrance, who has his wine in his hand now, she begins dancing seductively while drinking, hitting her marks as she lipsync to the voice of Nina Simone.

I put a spell on you

Cause you’re mine as she points at him, earning a smile back from him, who is slowly becoming even more aroused at her movements.

As she slowly walks over to stand in his view, she notices a male stranger is standing outside of their window near the door, watching them. He looked intrigued, with his messy clothes, dark brown hair, Roman-sculpted face and piercing blue eyes staring at her. Noticing a bandaged arm wrapped against his chest, she realizes who this stranger is.

“Junior,” she said in her mind.

“Everything okay, baby?” said Terrance, very concerned for why she stopped suddenly.

She snaps back into motion, not mentioning to him that his subject is also watching her do a dance that’s only meant for his eyes. She doesn’t seem to care, only focusing on showing where the love should always be.

You know I can’t stand it

You’re running around

You know better, daddy as she gently sits in front of him on the table, placing her glass on her left. She begins to untie the knot on her strings that hold her breasts up, letting the top fall down to expose them.

He leans forward, tempted to touch her, but she slaps his hand away, belting out the next part:

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine as she stands up and walks behind the table.

You’re mine as she removes the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her lacy underwear. She gestures him to remove his clothes, but play with himself afterwards.

Now even more aroused, he complies with her order, gently taking out his semi-hard length and begins jacking off slowly, growing with each stroke.

Sipping her wine, she locks eyes with Junior to see if he’s still watching. To her amusement, he was, gently breathing against the window while slowly stroking himself. This is exactly what she wanted to happen: two men who are avoiding each other to not violate the rules both salivating over her. Just one gets to fully experience her as the other one watches.

I love you, I love you as she sits in a chair that faces Terrance, rolling her hips as he watches with hunger in his eyes.

I love you, I love you anyhow

I don’t care if you don’t want me as she gently removes her panties.

I’m yours right now as she tosses them towards him.

Oh you hear me

I put a spell on you as she opens her legs, exposing her glistening bliss towards him, gesturing him to come to her, but slowly.

Terrance gets up, walking towards her as she gently rubs her clit, looking at his girthy, long length swinging back and forth.

Because you’re mine as he kneels in front of her, giving her a fat sloppy kiss before moving down towards her pussy, placing his mouth over her slit, making her inhale loudly at the friction of being touched.

He begins to flick his tongue in and out, burying his face deeper in between as she places her hands on his head, gently pushing it down a bit more.

“Wow, you really were hunger.” she laughs before being replaced by her moans.

He hums on it to vibrate around her, gently rubbing her folds with one hand as the other creeps up to her breasts, gently rubbing them.

“Fuck…you’re so good when you’re on your knees, pleasing me.” she whispered as she exhaled loudly when he inserts one finger inside, gently rubbing at her spot that she likes that he hits while fucking her.

As he adds another finger inside and speeds up the pace, she looks at Junior once more, see his self pleasuring has sped up too. There shouldn’t be a reason that Val is enjoying this so much, being devoured by a man who helped create her to replace the emptiness of his deceased wife as a replica of another watches them hungrily, desperately wanting to join them.

“I’m getting closer and close—oh, fuck!” she exclaims as Terrance begins sucking hard on her clit, repeatedly plunges his fingers inside her, watching her squirm with his eyes locked on her.

After her moans grow louder and louder, she finally releases, the sensation washing all over her and Terrance’s face. After a few minutes of regaining herself, he removes his face from her, which is covered in her essence.

“Come here.” he mumbled as he gently pulls her up for another sloppy kiss, mixing in her juices with her mouth. She responds by kissing him back harder, gently wrapping her hand around his length and stroking it, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You know that, right?” he says, throwing his head back as she strokes around his tip.

Valerie gives an ‘mmhm’ as she places kisses all over Terrance’s chest and abs, leaving a few marks as she trails lower and lower to his length. She lets go, tracing it with her tongue before engulfing him into her mouth, making him let out a soft moan.

“Just like that.” he says as he gently grabs a fistful of her curls before she slaps his hand away.

“I mentioned you have to work for it. That means no touching me and following my orders.” she said as she looks up at him, stroking his length in her hands.

“You let me eat you out. And push me down into it.”

“That’s your job. Being on your knees for me and me only.”

Terrance chuckles quietly, nodding his head as Valerie continues sucking him, gently massaging his balls as she strokes the rest of what she can’t fit into her mouth.

She looks out the corner of her eyes to see if Junior was still watching, but noticed his disappearance. I guess he couldn’t bare to see more of something he can’t touch physically. She looks up at Terrance and begins bobbing her head & hands faster, going off the adrenaline that sudden decided to pop inside her.

“You’re gonna make me bust fast, doing that.” he groaned, tensing up at his growing climax inside him.

Valerie laughed, speeding up the pace. Terrance began letting out some expletive, hinting that he’s near. Just as it was about to release, she stopped just in time, with him inhaling and exhaling hard.

“Told you you’re working for it.” she says, winking at him before letting it go and laying back in the chair. He laughs slyly, licking his lips as he examined her body. Her curves fit in the right places, her skin glowed like she was a diamond, and her busty elements enhanced her beauty. She was the perfect woman for him and he wouldn’t give that up for anything. Not even him.

“Where do you want me to be?” he asked, gently stroking himself.

Valerie repositions herself, put each leg on the post of chair, exposing her heat like she did previously before he ate her out. She gently taps her pussy, gesturing him to insert there first. She was eager to feel him inside her, waiting enough to get what she wanted.

He nodded, lining himself up to her entrance. Before he inserted, he let out a long trail of his spit out of his mouth, using his tip to rub it all over her clit and lips. He then inserted himself inside, both lovers letting out a loud gasp as she instantly clenched around him. He gripped her legs, gently moving his hips to get her adjusted.

“No matter how many times we make love, mm,….it still feels like you’re getting bigger and bigger each time.” she whispered, gently scratching over his abs.

“Oh yeah?” he asked before pushing all of him inside her, lifting her legs towards her chest. Valerie gasps, taken aback by the sudden move. He laughs before gently kissing her face, swaying his hips around a bit.

“What do you want me to do now? Since you’re in charge.” he mumbles against her cheek.

“You know how I like it. Don’t overexceed it.” she replies before moving his right hand around her neck, keeping both her hands wrapped around it.

He starts with a quick thrust, causing her to let out a low moan. Then, he picks up the pace a bit, continuously slamming his pelvis into her thighs. He squeezes her throat a bit as his thrusts become even more aggressive, making her let out a bunch of lewd sounds she never thought she could make mixing in with the sounds of her wetness being poked fills the living room.

“Fuck, you’re gonna break me, Terra-mmhm! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she yelled as he hit her sweet spot over and over, moaning louder.

Terrance puts his left hand on top of the chair, holding it in place as he continued fucking her, slowly building up both of their releases as Valerie becomes a pleasure mess under him.

“Come on and let me release, Val. I already got your release coming and I’m not too far behind you.” he states as he looks down at her, giving her deep thrusts.

She lets out a hoarse chuckle before being cut off by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, feeling herself on the edge of release. Just as it was about to occur, she pulls his length out, feeling it beating hard in her hand.

Terrance, puffing very hard, looked at her in disbelief, once again being denied release. He scoffs sarcastically, gently rubbing her breasts.

“You’re making me work hard for mines, you’re denying your own.” he said.

“Makes this even more fun. And worth the wait. Now lay across the table.” she replied, gently pushing him off her.

He bits his lip as he walks towards the table, grabbing a few pillows and placing them on it before laying onto, carefully positioning himself.

“Hands above head.” she says as she gets up.

He obliges, placing his hands above, anticipating what she’s gonna tell him to do next. The cool air in the air, settles on his skin, creating goosebumps as his heated length slightly moves up and down, yearning to be touched again.

As she walks over slowly, something in the window between the kitchen and the living room (by the fireplace) catches her eye. She notice its Junior instantly, admiring her and him. Had he been standing there the whole time or does he moves to get a better a view of the show?

Becoming even more aroused, she kneels down in front of Terrance, beginning to place a trail of kisses, from his thighs to his length to his chest to his neck and lastly, his mouth, positioning herself on top of him. She sits up, looking down at the man, who’s looking at her with a dark glare in his eyes.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me? she asks, slightly moving her hips to grind on his length, making his hands and mouth twitch.

“Mmhm.” is all he could get out, fighting real hard to not touch her.

Suddenly, she slaps him across his face. It wasn’t hard, but with the way she gasped, that wasn’t her intention at all. Trying to play it off, she wraps her left hand around his throat, squeezing it. He lets out a stifled groan, breathing hard as the stinging brewed on his cheek.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, not a sound. So let me ask you again: are you going to be a good boy for me?” she asks, tilting down towards him.

“Yes. Yes. I am going to be a good bo��“ he’s cut off by her lowering herself onto his length, causing him to buck his hips upwards.

“Fix yourself right now. Or you don’t get a release.”

He relaxes, letting his hips lie down as she begins moving her hips back and forth, creating a aphrodisiac motion that makes her moan his name a few times and praising how good he’s making her feel right now.

“Touch me up here and look at your art, please.” she cries out as she pulls his hands towards her breasts, letting go of his throat. She looks at him quickly, who is mesmerized at what she’s doing, before look back at him, slamming herself down on him again.

Terrance gently massages them, breathing hard as he was in awe at how much she’s enjoying doing this. Every bounce, every speed, every curve, every moan, he was happy that this was pleasing her as much as it’s pleasing him. He can feel her release building up again as she begins to slow down her pace.

“Mm. Can you…can you finish……” she asks as she collapses onto his chest, breathing hard. He chuckled, amused that she lasted almost close to her release.

“Do I have permission to receive my release?” he asks, gently massaging her back.

“Yes. You deserve it, finally.” she replies in an exhausting manner.

He kisses her forehead before hooking his arms under her legs, picking her up as he stands up, not fully removing her from his length. He gently lays them on the couch, positioning a pillow under her before he started to pound her, causing her to let out some screams.

“Not so dominant after slapping the shit of me, huh?” he asked, aligning himself face-to-face with her as he wrapped his hands around her neck, still having her legs hooked in his arms.

Valerie lets out a stifled ‘no’, moaning loud as she watches his length go in and out of her, feeling like she’s losing oxygen at the sensation.

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see this beautiful pussy cumming all over me, this masterpiece of a body shake, making its mark as I fill you up. Can you do that for me, Val?” he whispered as he deepens his thrusts, sweat dripping down his face and body on her, who is in a daze with her body’s reaction.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” she yells as finally, while rubbing her clit, her release washes over her, causing her to shake unbearably and squirt all over him and the couch.

Terrance moans “that’s my girl” as he thrusts a few more times before releasing inside her, letting out grunts as his load pumps into her womb, laying on top of her until he was finished.

The couple laid in silence, calmly rubbing each other, for a few minutes before Terrance removes himself from her, both groaning at the separation. He gets up and goes to a different room, disappearing for a few minutes.

As she waits for him to return, she looks again to see if he was still watching. He was gone this time, taking what he saw with him back home. She smiled, knowing this about to be so awkward when they finally meet.

A wiping between her legs snaps her out of her thoughts. She looks up and see Terrance, wearing a robe now, wiping off any juices or sweat with a wet cloth. He sits her up, lays a robe near, as he walked to the dirty laundry basket, tosses the cloth in there before walking to the kitchen. He grabs the both of them a bottle of water and sits next to her, taking out a cigarette to smoke.

“Drink.” he whispered, handing her a bottle.

Valerie nods, taking it and sipping some of it. She grabs the robe and puts it on as he lit his cigarette.

“Anything feel loose? Feeling low on your fluid? I can go grab your case so you can change your tab.” he said.

She shakes her ‘no’, tying the robe string around her waist to close it. She leans over to give him a few kisses, placing some over his face.

“…I’m sorry for slapping you.” she says, giving him puppy eyes.

“You’re good. You were just in your element, that’s all.” he replied, puffing out smoke.

“You sure? Cause I can see my hand mark slowly forming on your face.” she said, leaning over as she traced it with her fingers.

“At least you marked your territory.” he responded with, making both of them laugh.

Valerie laid on Terrance’s shoulder, slowly closing her eyes as she is exhausted from the partaking she did. He gently traces over her thighs, looking down at her.

“Did you see something out there while we were making love?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You kept looking at something towards the window for a few moments. Was there something there?”

“….no. I think I was….getting myself caught in my own spell. And I kinda like it.”

“Glad you do. It makes you even more hotter.”

She feels him smile against her head before he placed a kiss on it, continuing his smoke as she fell asleep on him, tiredness finally taken over her. He looks at his suitcase again, thinking about what the next few weeks here is gonna look like.

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A/N II: Started this at 8 PM on Saturday and I finished it this morning. This is how you know I’m a writer with experience (writing fanfics, essays, screenplays, reviews of film and tv) because I cannot believe I wrote all this in two days.

Part 2 is currently in progress and it is now a four part, but two of them will be like a little emotional so I can show a little more of my writing in screenplays style.

If you want to be tagged in it when I publish it, let me know so I can make a list. Have a good day/night, everyone! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

#max.txt #asks #retellings #< i swear that's a tag i have but maybe not. am i stupid

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txttletale · 6 months ago

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what are some things you like about fnv?

so much! i like the character writing, i think every companion is well-written and compelling--i like the extremely tight and overarching but (mostly) unforced focus on theme. 'let go, begin again' gets said verbatim maybe a bit too much in dead money but it's also the theme of all the other DLC and every individual companion quest and the most popular of the four main story paths and i think that kind of broad coherence really shines. i love the quest and world design, i love how many different skills will pop up in conversation because it lets you genuinely roleplay, getting the option to e.g. tell dog the cage must be locked from the inside or bypass difficult combat encounters because you have a high lockpicking skill makes you feel like your character is an expert lockpicker in a way that just being able to get optional loot sometimes just doesn't--i love how you will be directed to important or interesting locations from multiple quests, how all these places interconnect.

and i also deeply love how fnv's world is a world of history and people, not of facts and lore. you can kill caesar and kimball and their factions don't just explode without them--and you will hear multiple, contradictory takes from people in the world about how those deaths will impact those factions. if you kill caesar, house says it won't matter at all, boone says he has successors, ulysses and some NCR guys say it'll collapse the legion, and you never really get to know for sure. and so much about the world is like this, stuff you can get endless perspectives on and no single authoritative 'neutral' information. and in that line i love how the world is more than those people! how the world is much more than you., as impactful as the courier can be, the world reacting and moving and changing is prioritized over absolute player freedom to Experience Content--i love that, for instance, if you're vilified by the NCR before House gives you the quest to protect kimball, he just says "they're not going to let you get close to them, we'll just have to let him die" and then you can't do that quest and kimball dies! little shit like that makes new vegas' world feel real instead of warping around wikis and lore bibles and the protagonist.

so yeah i like a lot about fnv! i am a bit more vocal about my criticisms just bc quite frankly i think all of the things i like are things most people like and i see people saying basically all of this every time the game is brought up while i don't see people talk about the stuff i think is weird/bad as much. and i'm naturally inclinced to like, say whatever i think my more original trhoughts are so i'm not just adding to a chorus. but i do love fnv a lot

#ask #fnv

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perfectlyvalid49 · 7 days ago

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Sorry for grossing you out but uh, I have a complex claim to a lot of religions and cultures because of how colonialism (arguably Israel is a settler colony state so uh… hmmm) has impacted me.

As you’ve ascertained (correctly) I’m a non-Jewish American, only by technicality, because I haven’t found a rabbi that will even support the fact that I’m gay and the “three asks” thing feels like a troll move which feels… homophobic???

I need you to seriously consider how my life has been negatively influenced (hence the circumcision poll) by a bastardized JEWISH practice, and what the fuck that means for my identity as it feels like fate to some degree and a bit offensive that you would yuck my ability to find yum in Yhwh or w/e because I’m… too much of a faggoy? Idk man… just asking questions. I’d love to clarify your response in a dm since its… a lot. Not meaning to offend just sick of being put in a box because my circumcision and mother aren’t “right” enough to be in the in club because Hekate or Satan or whatever swooped in and said “NOPE” 🙃

Cheers

Trying to understand Israel through the lens of settler colonialism is a failing proposition. Consider the following:

Jews are indigenous to Israel. We have a historical record that says they’re from there in both the Greek and Roman written record. Like there is as much if not more evidence of Jews in Israel in Roman writing as there is of Julius Caesar being a real person. We also have archaeological evidence. Israel is covered with digs that find evidence of Jewish life dating back 2,000-3,000 years. We also have genetic evidence. DNA studies have shown that even super white looking Ashkenazi Jews have significant portions of DNA that are most closely related to other groups from the southern Levant.

So to call Jews settlers either denies all that evidence, insists that indigenous people can be settlers on their own land, or posits that indigenous people can somehow lose their status as indigenous if you wait long enough. The first is anti-intellectual and antisemitic, the second is ridiculous and the third is a dangerous line of thinking for all indigenous people. How long before Native Americans no longer have a claim to their land? How long before Maori no longer have a claim? It’s not really a place we want to go.

As for colonial, the definition of a colony is “a country or area under the full or partial political control of another country, typically a distant one, and occupied by settlers from that country.” So which country controls Israel? I think we’ve seen over the last year that it’s not the US given the way Bibi has repeatedly blown off Biden, so who is it? Which country is sending settlers to control the area? Again, it’s not the US. While some American Jews make Aliyah every year, the vast majority of Jews in Israel are either from Europe or the Middle East. To be a colony, you have to be a colony of some other power. What is the other power here?

So we can see that Jews are neither settlers nor colonizers. But you know who did colonize the area? Arabs. Arabs are indigenous to the Arabian peninsula, not Israel. And in the 7th century, Arabs came from the Arabian peninsula into Israel (and other places), conquered the locals and did their best to eradicate their cultures, forced conversions to the conquering religion, and settled in the new lands while being under the political control of the far away Caliphate. Sounds like settler colonialism to me. So if we must understand someone in the area as colonial (and I still don’t think it’s the best way to look at things, but if you do) then it’s the people that Palestinians are descended from.

Having said all that, just because colonialism has impacted you, it doesn’t mean you have a complex claim to Judaism. Here are ways you can have a complex claim to Judaism: 1) your father is Jewish and your mother is not, 2) you have Jewish ancestors who were forced to convert and you are now trying to reconnect with the religion that was taken from them. I don’t know your history, so it’s possible that one of those is true. But if you have no Jewish ancestry, then your claim is not complex, it’s non-existent, and if you do have Jewish ancestry but your ancestors willingly left the tribe, then you don’t really have much of a claim either. That doesn’t mean you can’t convert, but given that you seem to think you have claims on other aspects of Judaism as a non-Jew, my gut reaction is to be very doubtful toward your claim on Judaism in general.

If you can’t find a rabbi to support your conversion because you’re gay, you’re looking in the wrong places. The senior rabbi at my synagogue is gay, and we have several queer families as part of the congregation. There are literal signs on the door to the main office that say Trans and Queer Jews welcome here. This doesn’t mean that all congregations are welcoming, but lots are.

The three asks thing is a metaphor that some rabbis take literally. Converting to Judaism is a big decision. The three asks are to make sure that you’ve really thought about it and are really sure – that you’re taking it seriously and thought through all the consequences. If that feels like trolling to you, then maybe Judaism isn’t a good fit. Honestly, from my interactions with you this week, I would bet that the rabbis you’ve met with haven’t said no because you’re gay, they’ve said no because you don’t seem super interested in taking on Jewishness, you just want to take from it instead.

I don’t know what happened with your circumcision. If it went wrong and it was done by a mohel then you can feel angry toward the Jewish people I guess, but I would want to know why your parents had a bris for you if they weren’t planning on raising you Jewish. If you were just circumcised as a medical procedure, as many American babies are, then you may have trauma related to it, but you don’t need to be taking it out on the Jewish people, which is exactly what that poll was doing.

Don’t write down those four letters. Don’t try to pronounce them either. We have asked, repeatedly that people not do that, and once again, the fact that you are is super disrespectful to Jewish people. Write G-d, or God if you must, or even Hashem (I don't think goyim should, but it's better than what you did), but not those four letters. It’s not yucking your yum. You are allowed to enjoy what you want. But what you are doing here is the equivalent of coming into my house and saying that because my dinner looks delicious you can just reach onto my plate with your bare hand, scoop up some of what I’m eating, take a bite and throw the rest back. It’s disrespectful and offensive. I am not objecting to your joy, I’m objecting to your lack of respect to my culture.

Being Jewish is about more than just being circumcised and having the “right” mother. There is a culture here that you need to understand. If you are raised in it, then you get to join the club that way. If you’re not, then you can put in the work to learn it and learn to be respectful of it and join the club that way. So far, you haven’t been able to find a rabbi that thinks you’re willing to do that work, and from what I’ve seen, I’m willing to agree.

#asks and answers #I do not like blocking people #but this person was on thin ice to begin with #and I'm not sure how much more tolerance I can extend #they said previously that they're just annoying not a threat #and it's not that they're annoying it's that they're disrespectful and unrepentantly so

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reddesires · 5 months ago

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Hiii, I would like to start by telling you that the way you write is really good!!! 💗 I really appreciate the hard work you put into each of your writings thank you for all of your work🫶🏻. Now I came here te speak up for my Caesar girlies ( including myself🤗)we need ( or at least I NEED) some NSFW alphabet head cannons!!!

Caesar NSFW Alphabet

[Caesar x Human!Reader]

A/N: hehe 🤭 writing for Caesar always got me giggling and kicking my feet. Thank you so much for the support. It means the world to me! And I want to thank everyone who has been my avid supporters. You're the reason why I'm motivated to keep writing ❤️ love you guys

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Caesar is definitely a gentleman when it comes to Aftercare. He'll soothingly rub your aches if the sex was too rough and bring you sustenance. you can tell he's a big softie when it comes to your needs, you are his mate and he'll do anything to make sure your comfortable and satisfied in every way (if you know what i mean 🤭)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his is hands, he likes the way you crumble when he has his hands on your body, when his fingers are inside of you and your struggling to contain your moans make him go wild. He's definitely a boobie guy. He likes watching the way your boobs bounce with every thrust of his hips and how malleable they feel in his hands. You are absolutely perfect.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Yeah, he's a breeder LOL he's gonna cum inside of you every chance he gets, I mean it's innate for him so he can't really help it plus he likes to watch the way his seed drips out of you. The thought of you carrying his child really gets him going.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There is times when he goes hunting and you will be ovulating at the time and your smell really gets to him so when he has time away from the others during the hunt, he'll masturbate just so he won't be distracted by your scent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

At first, not so much, he's never been with a human before, but he's a fast learner, and it'll seem like he always knew. He'll know how to fuck you in all the right ways, you'll never leave the nest unsatisfied, he knows everything there is to know about your body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he likes watching the expressions you make while he pounds into you, how you wrap your legs around his tapered waist. He also likes watching how your boobs bounce.

If he's really in the mood, your on all fours and he's fucking you nice and hard just so he could really hear your moans echo throughout the nest and if you beg him enough he'll pull your hair if you want it rough (you obviously taught him that one)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not all honestly, Caesar is very down to business when it comes to fucking you. Mating with him is usually sensual or rough, it really depends on his mood but either way your totally down for it (I mean who wouldn't he's fucking hot)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's an ape. He's got hair all over LOL

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Caesar can be stoic but he definitely has a romantic side to him, he has his moments where he'll show you how much he adores you, you are after his chosen mate and he cares for you very deeply. All you have to do is ask, and he'll be gentle with you all night long if he has to.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Caesar is the kind where he'll keep it on the downlow when he's jacking off but he's totally not above masterbating when he thinks of you and your not there to satisfy him but you can bet you'll be getting dicked down when you do come back.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding Kink - Like I said before, he likes to cum into you whenever he gets the chance, it's only natural to him plus it feel so damn good. The thought of you carrying his children only encourages this Kink.

Mutual masturbation - He'll watch as you touch yourself basically torturing the both of you as he jacks off himself, it'll go on until finally he snaps and absolutely fucks you into elated delirium.

Hair Pulling - When you first suggested it, he was hesitant since he didn't want to hurt you in any way but when he finally gave in and tried it, it seemed like it awoke something in him and now you don't even need to ask twice.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He'll do it anywhere, he doesnt care if your nowhere near the nest, he'll fuck you in the forest, behind the horse stables, behind some random tree for all he cares, your gonna get that dick regardless.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent could pretty much gets him going, especially when you're ovulating it makes him go pretty much feral. He'll be in your personal space not even caring that the others are staring at his blatant display of affection as he's burying his face in your hair and you embarrassedly try to ignore the eyes watching you two.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could hurt you, he refuses to inflict any type of pain that isn't enjoyable onto you. Also, nothing involving bodily excrement. He's just sophisticated like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to giving, he'll eat your pussy like he pro, he just knows how to work his tongue. He loves the taste of you and to edge you to your limit, the grip you have to fur on his head and the cage your legs illude to drives him crazy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. If he's stressed from his duties as the ape king, the tension catching up to him and needing an outlet, he'll fuck you fast and rough with all intention of leaving you a panting and sore mess.

If you tease him to his limit, then expect to be bent over wherever you two are. He'll show you what happens when you test him.

But there is also times where he's slow and sensual, when you are in need of a sturdy and loving sex session or when he feels like you really deserved to be worshipped by him as your chosen mate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't too big on Quickies, he enjoys taking his time with it but he isn't opposed to it when there's little time to indulge and you insist on it, he's weak when it comes to you seducing him after all you are his mate and he thinks your sexy as hell.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, he is. He's open to doing whatever your willing to teach him, afterall he enjoys pleasing you and he enjoys learning new ways to make you hot and bothered.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first he didn't last long but overtime he built up the stamina just so sex was more pleasurable for you, since your a human and it takes more time for you to cum he wanted to take that into account so you enjoyed it as much as he did.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, unfortunately since the decline of the human population that also means the disappearance of toys to try out 😪 but you'll always have the hands and magical tongue of Caesar.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll have his moments where he'll tease the hell out of you, he's very smug and coy about it.

I mean he does enjoy to deny the two of you of touching each other until it's almost tortuous so he's down to tease you just cause.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not really loud himself, grunting and low sounds of pleasure escaping him at most besides it's hot to hear him lose himself while he's inside of you right into your ear.

Now you are a whole other story, he better hear your moans for all to hear, he doesn't give a fuck what they think afterall he is too deep inside of you to even care.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He does enjoy pushing your panties to the side and fucking you that way, for some reason he just finds it incredibly sexy. He especially loves it when you two are outside of the nest, your panties are definitely being pulled to the side.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's about average, 4-5 inches, but he serves girth! Baby! And you'll most definitely be feeling him in all the right ways since he knows how to dick you down just right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gives you about 3 rounds, but there's always too much of a good thing, so the minimum is a good 3 rounds. But if we're talking Oral wise, yeah, he can go as long as you can take it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep. He enjoys watching your sleeping face. He, in general, always watches you fall asleep in his arms, gently soothing the skin on your cheek admiring his mate in all you perfect glory. He loves you so much.

#caesar x human reader #caesar x reader #caesar planet of the apes #planet of apes x reader #planet of the apes #pota #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction

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loveless-in-nowheresville · 2 months ago

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-JJBA love letter headcanons-

Summary: What their love letters to you are like

Characters: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Dio, Rohan Kishibe, and Yoshikage Kira

Warnings: Unhealthy relationship with Dio and Unhappy relationship with Kira.

Dating/married, different relationships for characters

-Joseph Joestar

His “stationery” is typically just pages ripped out of a well used journal, but that’s got its own charm to it too.

His letters are clearly not written in one sitting, just little thoughts and ideas written to you throughout the day, sometimes a bit vulgar in his honest affection towards you, sometimes sweet and creative. He isn’t the type to wax poetic…he doesn’t believe in that. He’s open, honest, and doesn’t dance around what he likes about you and what he wants for the two of you…the word that comes to mind is “blunt”. You can picture him so clearly with a little journal balanced on his thigh, tapping the back of a pencil against his chin in thought, plotting to woo you over with bold, showy words.

He’s a bit of a wild animal. You never know how much you can trust him and his little declarations of love but…he’s just so charming. You can’t turn him away when he’s so captivating. You’ll always make room for him in your heart, unfortunately, no matter what might happen, and you’ll treasure every letter and keep them stored away in a little box.

He’ll send a couple of short letters in one envelope every couple of months. He writes in a bold, confident cursive…he really does have an amazing mind, one of a kind…the quickest, cleverest, most confident man you knew.

You can’t help the way your heart flutters when he writes something like: “And when you read this sentence, I know you’ll smile and grip this letter a little tighter…”

-Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli

Such a classic, romantic man. You don’t just get sweet letters from your lover on floral stationery…he sends photographs and poetry, flowers and sweets he thinks you’ll like, sometimes you can expect a whole package instead of just a simple envelope from your favorite man.

His love language is definitely words of affirmation, and you can see it so clearly in his letters of adoration he crafts so carefully for you, filled with every ounce of his devotion to you.

However he is ALSO a passionate gift giver and he does not hold back when it comes to you. You feel a little guilty about accepting so many gifts from him, hence why he sends them in the mail…you wouldn’t hurt him by going through the trouble of sending them back, now would you?

His envelopes are perfumed with your favorite scents…expect lots of letters in his envelopes. He writes a lot for you, the words just pour from his heart when it comes to expressing his love for you, and he puts every word down on the paper to send to you.

And his poetry…if he knows you can’t read Italian, he’ll write it in Italian so you’ll ask him to recite it for you. His poems are long, too…so he can spend more time with you when he’s reading them to you.

He sends his letters at consistent intervals, so that you will always get his letters around the same time, every two weeks or so.

-Dio

Uses paper with beautiful, intricate gold detailings along the edges.

His letters are usually about a page and a half, written in large, elegant and complicated cursive.

His words are honeyed and sweet, a man who knows how to get what he wants, and somehow you can feel his overwhelmingly dominate presence just from his letters and you can’t help but submit to it, feeling reminded of his greatness, his grandness, how throughly divine he is…anyone would be weak to even just Dio’s words…and you are no exception.

If he’s a cage, your heart is a bird, watching the door slowly shut and yet making no move to escape, because the cage is made of gold, it’s so warm, it’s so safe, it’s so secure…the cage is better, the cage is where you want to be…you want the door to shut faster.

He writes so many words and manages to say nothing at all. Sweet nothings, empty promises, false flattery…all the while he has the audacity to act like you owe him your submission. And for some reason you eat up every word and lick the plate clean, in an attempt to savor every last flavor he had the graciousness to offer you.

You fall asleep with his letters clutched to your chest, treasuring the subtle scent of him that clung to the paper for as long as it lasted.

He occasionally scents envelopes with something akin to his own cologne, especially when the two of you have been apart for a while…it’s a great way to put you back in his pocket, as even a reminder of his scent is enough to remind you why you stay in his pocket…or in your case…his golden cage.

His letters arrive at his whim, typically when he happens to remember you, and how easy you are. Sometimes just a few weeks in between…sometimes too long for your own sanity, and you find yourself so desperate for him that as soon as his letters finally arrive you find yourself moved to tears merely at the sight of his personal seal upon an envelope.

Rohan Kishibe:

Rohan always strives to make you feel some sort of way with his letters…even if he can’t be there to see your reaction part of the pleasure that comes from penning you letters is imagining how you’ll look when you see what he’s decided to surprise you with.

They tend to come in little packages, since usually he tries to send you various other things with his letters…photographs and souvenirs from his adventures, sometimes in the form of various teas or candles or books.

He’s inconsistent with when he sends his gifts to you, since he wants them to be a surprise, but they’re usually never any more than two and a half months apart.

He will always scent his envelopes, and send you a small vial of whatever fragrance he used. Every letter he sends has a custom border that he draws himself, so each of them are totally unique, and significantly monetarily valuable, given who the illustrator and writer is (you would never try to AUCTION OFF his personal letters to you though, right??!!)

His penmanship is neat and tidy, like you would expect from him.

He’s not really a romantic man, even in his private correspondence to you, often opting instead to write about himself and whatever shenanigans he has recently gotten up to. You wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d rather hear his stories and about how he’s doing than read him trying to wax poetic to you about how much he adores you.

His letters range in length, typically from one to four pages, depending on his current situation. He’ll send you illustrations too, whether doodled in the margins of his letters or on drawing paper, tucked safely away in the package.

He draws you scenery, or pictures of you from memory, sometimes things he knows you like…and you’ll always get a special preview of his current projects. It’s only right that he shares his progress with the most important person in his life…and he’ll always value your feedback over most others.

One thing about Rohan though…he expects you to make good use of everything he sends you. And he’ll expect you to write back. He will literally not send you anything else until after he receives a letter from you, typically with no exceptions unless you are quite literally unable to write back or something of the sort.

Seems like a fair trade off to you…exchanging correspondence with such an interesting man is truly a delight, even though you feel you never have anything quite as interesting to share with him in turn.

To your surprise, he doesn’t ever seem bothered about the unfair trade-off. To him, your letters are perfect just the way they are.

He’s always relieved to hear you’re feeling well and living a peaceful life than stuck in life-threatening danger, no matter how interesting a story it might make.

-Yoshikage Kira:

One letter once a month on plain white paper in a plain white envelope, sealed shut with a single, simple heart sticker, occasionally scented with a neutral lavender perfume. Exactly one page long. He’ll leave it on your doorstep.

His penmanship is neat and clean, precise…he writes nice words…for such a quiet man who keeps to himself he does know how to sound sweet.

Something always feels just Slightly off when you receive his letters though. They’re written so nicely, and yet you can’t help but get the nagging suspicion that he’s holding himself back, or not quite believing his own words…like he’s saying it in an attempt to win you over, or keep your affection.

They are letters that are only worth reading once. You have no real proof, technically nothing is wrong with the letters…but you just can’t shake that slight pinch of doubt.

You would rather not read them. If he was being disingenuous with you, you’d rather it be to your face, since you don’t notice it that way.

He’ll only ask you about the letters a few days after they were delivered, just making sure you remembered to grab them and look over them and didn’t just leave them on your porch.

You keep the letters in a small box, tucking them up on a shelf somewhere out of sight, so you don’t have to worry about them too much.

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #Joseph Joestar x reader #Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli x reader #dio x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #yoshikage kira x reader #toxic relationship

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wa1kerbait4592 · 6 months ago

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planet of the apes 🦧

dude… i have now seen the new kingdom of the planet of the apes in cinema twice and the first time around i wasn’t all that impressed and i left the theatre kinda disappointed but the second time around i left a little more impressed and a little less disappointed.

the movie was still weak compared to the first three films, (the rise, dawn and war) but im glad it was made.

as a whole i believe this franchise is criminally underrated on multiple different levels. The poetic nature of the films is something i don��t think i would ever articulate or write on paper to perfectly capture how beautifully made these films are, they are just chefs kiss

proximus caesar was a funny villain that i think deserved more screen time and back story, it makes me kinda sad to think that we wont really see his character again.

the symbolism that links all four films together is incredibly well done and throughout the entire series there are crumbs of the films that came before them, which is a part of the reason why i love these films so much. i like how they made noa so similar to caesar, not only in his appearance but in his characteristics. i like to believe it was intentional that noa and caesar (particularly in dawn of the planet of the apes with malcolm) cautiously but willingly trusted a human. noa is so incredibly similar to caesar it would be criminal to suggest otherwise.

dude these films are so visually well done you almost forget you are watching cgi. the visual effects alone blow my mind but the accuracy and attention to detail when it comes to the mannerisms of the apes is out of this world and deserves more recognition. in terms of cinematography planet of the apes have always been amazing at beautifully capturing emotions from all the apes and even better at showing the wonders of a post-human run world. the forests and surroundings that the apes find themselves in continue to amaze me, especially in this newest film were we see a variety of different landscapes.

as much as i am growing to love kingdom of the planet of the apes, i feel as though we could have waited for noa and his story. i think cornelius and the others that were left behind after caesars death deserved a closing chapter. i would have loved to know how the community handled the loss of their leader and saviour and how they all moved on. also i feel as though we needed back story on how the apes separated and became different clans spread all across the continent. as an example i would have also loved to see how the misinterpretation of caesar and what he stood for became so strong and wide spread, as well as why noas clan and their elders knew nothing of caesar or chose to leave him out of their history. there were a lot of open ends and unfinished stories that deserved more screen time, but in saying that, that could mean an eternity of story telling that everyone may not want to see.

at the end of kingdom of the planet of the apes they left it open for another film which i am looking forward to seeing where they take story line. are they going to fully circle around to the original films were they capture more humans and start to use them as slaves or will the story begin to get repetitive? i hope repetition won’t sneak its way into these films like is has with so many other franchises, but we can only hope right?

anyways-

long live monkeys… i love monkeys and we need more monkey movies

also- i know i don’t really do this sort of this thing on this account but i was beginning to genuinely tweak if i didn’t word vomit my thoughts on these movies <3

#planet of the apes #rise of the planet of the apes #dawn of the planet of the apes #war of the planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #movie review #movies #monkey #proximus caesar

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mossy-chaos · 4 months ago

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These are all of the codes I could find in the Book of Bill!

The order is decoded message-page-type of cipher

Spoilers under the cut (for those of you who decode yourselves):

Black and white-back of the cover jacket-authors cipher

Even his lies are lies-inside the front cover-theraprism cipher

Praise the fallen angle-first actual page-Cipheric (this is the only time Cipheric is used for some reason)

Olaf was here-same-rune (not sure what this is a reference to)

Remember us-same-Bill's cipher

Let him in and break the seal between what's fiction and what's real-books new master-Bill's cipher

The Axolotl thinks he's won but Ciphers games have just begun-handprint page-color cipher

Irregular-fake covers(very top)-color cipher

The one who writes the codes-about me-Caeser cipher

Glotto/slotheny-Magazine cover(7 new sins)-Bill's cipher (I love the new sins lol)

Not a phase-Stanford pines here(on the goth moth)-Authors cipher-love the jack skellington reference (if thats what that is lol)

Warning/Folding this card may/result in crossovers-the universe is a hollogram-rune (Maybe that's how we finally get an owl house/gravity falls crossover)

My optometrist never saw it coming-What is a human-Theraprism

Paper is book skin/Shave your grandma-Skin-Bill's cipher

Love pain-Bill's tattoo knuckles-Same

Lies-How to trick everyone into loving you-same

Regrowing limbs is Axy's art/but can he regrow a ripped out heart-How to cheat death-Bill's cipher (he must really be mad at the Axolotl)

Eye doctor of a different kind/who wants to make his patient blind-silly straws-caesar

The doctor says/three sips a day/will make the visions/go away-Same

Fussy eater/baby Billy/wouldn't drink/unless it's silly-same (love how this implies that he only drank out of silly straws)

Mason-Embarrassing memories-Bill's cipher (love seeing Dipper's real name again)

Booberry-the meaning of life(popsicle stick)-Bill's cipher

One eyed king-the early years-theraprism

Suck it-The good times(liscense plate)-Caesar

Can warp narrativity/protect fourth walls-Alert from time baby-A1Z26

Lone survivor of the Euclidean massacre-Rune (I wonder what happened during that event and what that event actually is)

Tantrum-Bill's Cipher

Which henchmaniac ratted me out-The shaman-Theraprism (I find this one funny)

Titans blood-the dark ages(Wizards hat)-Rune (Love the owl house reference here)

Suck it Merlin-Never trust a wizard-Rune

Daryll-Cipherstitions(lobster lord of the deep)-Theraprism (love how that's his name)

Curse Wittebane-Witchcraft-Rune

It's all made up-America(the dollar)-Caesar

Countries aren't-Bill's cipher

Rubberhose-Animation-A1Z26

Bill cipher-top secret file-Same

Six fingered freak-Lost in the woods-authors cipher

Stanley would have made her laugh-same (he just rolled better charisma dude)

If lost return to Bill-my muse and me-Theraprism (love how he said this means wise one and also more billford hehe)

Forget the past-A voice from the past page 2-Bill's cipher (this implies that Bill wants Ford to forget Stanley so he won't get in the way)

Hopefully F's gloves will hide what Cipher has done to my hands-I was wrong about everything page 2-Author's Cipher (I love this one <3)

Ouroboros-Wakey wakey here's a snakey (on the snake)-Bill's Cipher (I guess this is the snakes name?)

Miss you-try to forget (on window)-bro's secret code

Have I been too harsh all along?-Should I contact S-Bro's secret code

Hotxolotl-Dimensional authority call transcript (on the sauce packet)-Bill's cipher

I can write codes too it's not that hard!-Dipper's page-Bill's cipher (he do be flexing his intelligence there)

(What a buncha) Love ya bro-Stanley's letter-Bro's secret code (love how this shows that they both still remember the code they made up as kids)

Just fit in (repeated)-SSSSTANNNNLEEEYY-Rune

Holy mackerel-color cipher

AXOLOTLLOTAXOLOTLLOTLAXLOTLAXLOTLAXOLOTLLOTLAXLOTLAXLOTLAXOLOTLLOTLAXLOTLAXLO-Theraprism

Wellwellwellbeing-message from the theraprism-A1Z26

Spheremonger, Eternalor, Bill cipher, The Logicube, Paingorious, Jessica, Shadorg, Mr Silly, The beast-recent inpatient names-Theraprism (the hallucination dog is still creepy lol)

Justice for Scrimbles/Remember Grembley-inside Back cover-Theraprism/Rune (JUSTICE FOR SCRIMBLES!!!!)

Those are all of the codes that are in this book! (Or at least that I could find lol)

#gravity falls #the book of bill #codes #decoding #Bill cipher #Dipper pines #Stanley pines #Stanford pines #book of bill codes #the book of bill spoilers #JUSTICE FOR SCRIMBLES!!!!!!!

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gyuvision · 11 months ago

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riize as ur fav songs i think this would be so cute

+how are you i hope all is well🫂

you are so right this is so cute and i love it sm like now i have the urge to start a miniseries ab this (and im doing good, i hope you are too!) i love these songs sm

[cw ; none but its a bit angsty] wc: 0.6k

shotaro : as better for you (by siopaolo) - as a dancer and perfectionist you never feel like its good enough no matter how perfect. feeling this way can leak into how you feel generally about relationships so i feel like shotaro is most like this song because even though hes perfect, he doesnt always realize it.

eunseok : as japanese denim (by daniel caesar) - this song references to love that lasts a long time because japanese denim is meant to be durable and strong. eunseok is most like this because hes the type to cherish love and make sure it lasts as long as it can.

sungchan : as pink (by wave to earth) - sungchan is such a wave to earth boy idc what anyone says!! this song is refreshing and calming like beach waves, just like him! pink is about being free and looking back at a past relationship. i see sungchan as a nostalgic person, but also someone who makes you feel free, someone you could run away with.

wonbin : as winter (by se so neon) - this song is a little.. sad, but its good. its about longing for someone who you arent/cant be with, leaving you trapped with the thoughts in your head. wonbin is like this song because hes gives kinda rock band leader vibes, he would totally write something like this song to express his feelings when he cant say it to you himself.

seunghan : as strawberry soju (by jesse barrera) - a little similar to sungchans, but seunghan is like this song because it references how strawberry soju is intoxicating and sweet, just like love. it talks about not wanting to let go of someone left behind in the past. i see seunghan as this song because hes the type to fall hard when hes really in love.

sohee : as blue butterflies (by jhin) - its like a fresh breath of air, its cute and relaxing, very calm and lofi vibes (just like sohee<3). this song talks about falling in love and wanting to show deep affection to that special someone, and i feel sohees very expressive so this is just for him.

anton : as about time (by sarah kang) - this song is incredibly nostalgic and reminiscent. it means even though time continues to pass by, the memories are still there and will always hold its meaning. i think its like anton because it feels like a classic ldr relationship that didnt work out. like he meets you in the states, but after school is done he has to go back to korea. even though hes thousands of miles away and he may have forgotten about you, the memories are always going to stay with him.

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maarslovesmonkees · 5 months ago

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Hey!!! 👋 I wanted to know if you could do a NSFW alphabet for Caesar ?

{Caesar NSFW alphabet}

Hii!! Yes absolutely!! This is my first post, Im actually quite nervous writing😭 I really hope you enjoy (feel free to message me constructive criticism if applicable!)💞💞

Notes and warnings: Caesar x Human!Reader, Gender Neutral terms!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

AFTERCARE IS A MUST! Incredibly giving during and after sex, will pamper you so good. He won't really talk, but his actions speak up loudly. Masaging you in your sore places, kissing your neck, giving you water, cleaning you, then giving you a cuddle right after is his little go-to aftercare routine.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he doesn't have much of a favourite, but if he were to choose, his hands. How much he can do to you with just a touch of his hand. Loves to really feel you, caress your whole body and face, squish your sides and hold your hips as you bounce on his cock.

He loves anything squishy and smooth on their partner. Tummy, ass, tits/pecs etc. He also loves your neck. Smelling your unique human scent, biting it, licking it, nibbiling it>> (in Caesars eyes).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers coming inside, thinking of marking you with his seed. He'll always ask before he comes though, as he knows in human culture, not everyone wants to get creampied. He also cums a big amount, a pool gushing out of you each time you get bred.

If you're scared to get cummed in he'll love to see your stomach and chest covered in his white sticky cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Definitely owned(stole from a cabinet when he was bored) and fapped to porn magazines back when he lived with Will and Caroline. He doesn't own any anymore, as he doesn't use much human products. Plus, he has you now ;3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not as experienced as you think BUT A VERY FAST LEARNER. He definitely has some knowledge of the human anatomy beforehand so he'll know what to do!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Aye man he might be an ape king but he still old. Just loves getting a good look at you, and its such a comforting position for both. Vanilla and basic but theres a reason its popular.

Another would be you on top, riding him. Not as taxing on his joints, but also can get a full view of your body. How his dick slides into you, how your boobs/cock bounces as you went up and down... He just loves to give you pleasure and physically seeing it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

Quite serious, and doesn't really joke during it either. He thinks sex is a very pure thing but If you do pop a joke, he'll definitely give you a chuckle as he looks at you adoringly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Do they like hair on their partners? etc.

His fur is softer than you think. He's definitely quite softer than the others as well, trying to maintain a good fur routine as he doesn't want to give you rashes or anything during sex.

He doesn't mind about hair on the partner as well. Shaved, not shaved, trimmed, don't matter to him, he's putting his dick in you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Incredibly romantic. So giving and loving throughout it all. He doesn't talk much, and doesn't really moan either (mostly pleasured grunts), but his actions speak so much louder than words. He'll look into your eyes, caress you, and will DEFINITELY pull your head in for the forehead touch😭💞

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't masturbate often, but he prefers having you with him when he does. He LOVES mutual masturbation, you getting off, gets him off.

When he does masturbate alone, hes quiet and goes slow. Gripping his bed as he comes, thinking of filling you up.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Thinking of giving you, a human, his kids gets him all hot and bothered. Whether or not you can have kids, hell still love to fantasize it as he fucks you. Going into positions that has a higher chance of pregnancy, loves getting in deep and cumming in deep, caressing your stomach afterwards after, and even the day after he feeds you like you were pregnant🥺

Praise. Being a king can be hard. Giving him compliments, telling him hes making you feel good, telling him how amazing of a partner he is will give him butterflies. He kind of misses his parents and grandfather. How they were so kind and always praise him. He'll MELT from both your kindness and a bit of nostalgia.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His/your nest. Intimate, private, comfortable, what more can he want. He wants you to be comfortable and laying on the ground with a bunch of sharp sticks and rocks anywhere isn't ideal.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You in the mood, gets him in the mood. As an Ape, he does have a keen sense of smell. If he senses your arousal, instant boner. A human loving him in such a deep, private and erotic way gets him so horny.

Also when your enjoying yourself and physically making it noticable, gets his cock ACHING. Your moans, grunts, shouting of his name, your body shaking in pelasure gets him GOINGGG.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hes a gentle and loving man, below all his stoicism, so he wouldn't do anything that could hurt you. So sorry BDSM lovers :(

I wouldn't think he'd be interested in exhibition or anything involving such a private moment being out for everyone to see. You are his, and hes not really comfortable with others seeing such a vulnerable state for both of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has no preference with giving or receiving, but again it he had to choose, giving. He just loves lapping around your heat, slurping up all your juices, and holding your shaking legs stable. He'll be sucking up your sensitive spot then going to nibble your inner thighs.

When receiving, he loves to look into your eyes, and caress your hair. He'll grabs your head oh so gently and help you keep a steady pace. He enjoys it so much but still keeps alert if your jaw starts to hurt. His cock is quite big so good luck 🤞

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and senual for the most part. Especially at first, with you being human and all. Quite fragile compared to a chimp but even after that, he likes to milk every moment of this intimate practice with you. Again, he is quite serious in this matter so he likes being in the moment.

Howeveeerrr, if you ask, he'll happily let you indulge yourself with some fast and hard fucking. Its not like he doesn't like it, he does, its just he prefers sex to be more romantic.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll be open to it. Not his favourite but he understand that you both have responsibilities in the colony and need them done, so a little quickie to satisfy you both wouldn't hurt.

Its mostly in the mornings where a good quikie will happen. Waking up to get ready for todays task, but your still horny? He'll smell your arousal and give you a quick orgasm by putting his thick cock into you while stroking your sensitive bits.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really but again, open to it. This is Caesar the ape king, we're talking about. He's taken so many risks in his life, and sometimes he just wants something loving, familiar and stable, especially in his sex life with his amazing mate. He'll be hesitant with experimenting but he knows he can trust you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If in a comfortable position, he can go all night long. Again, grown ass ape we're talking about.

Doesnt last too long when it comes to you. Maybe like 10-20 minutes hes already pumping hot cream deep inside you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't as its quite hard to find (and maintain). If you guys actually have one for some reason, it'll definitely spice up the mutual masturbation time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a teaser. He loves to give you what you want, what brings you the most pleasure. Its his duty as both a king and a mate to keep his 'subject' happy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vocally not loud. Grunts and heavy breathing mostly, with a couple of moans here and there.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Doesn't do it often, but loves to stay inside of you after sex. Keeping his cum plugged in deep all night long, and just being attached makes him feel so warm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches but VERY girthy🙏

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Normal ish. Around 6/10. You can turn him on quite quickly though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep fast at all. It actually takes quite a while for him to fall asleep. He just loves to stare at you as you sleep, post orgasm and such. He snuggles you up close, kissing your forhead for a while. He likes to look over you, in a protective sense, after sex. He feels the most relaxed in his life with his mate just sleeping next to them, and hes not one to waste a moment.

#planet of the apes #caesar #pota #rise of the planet of the apes #dawn of the planet of the apes #war of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes caesar #pota caesar #caesar x reader #caesar x human reader

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ohwaitimthewriter · 5 months ago

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SFW Alphabet with Caesar

The very first Alphabet I'm writing and *GASP* this is was so long to write but I LOVED IT!

Warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny angst and... tiny nsfw allusions

Words: 10k (🫨)

Enjoy your reading! 😁

Planet of the Apes Masterlist.

A = Affection

Caesar is actually, pretty much affectionate with you and I'm a firm believer he'll not be afraid to show his affection in public, all things considered of course. He'll not display a huge amont of it out of the nest, but you can bet there will be gentle glances towards you, soft and lingering touches when he passed by during the day. This is just what he does when you're both going on with your own activities during the day.

Something like... he's at a council meeting, perched on a rock above the colony and he saw you walking downhill towards whatever you planned to do and once you sense the gawking on you, you find his green and golden eyes watching you from above and as you grace him with a gentle smile, you catch his enamored gaze softening only for your eyes to see and for the split second it lasted it sends you a wave of pleasant tingles bubbling inside your chest.

But it can also be... One of each of your activities bring the two of you to meet, even for a short time, and I swear he'll gently brush his thick fingers through your hair, even letting his fingertips lightly scratch your scalp, and he'll rest his palm at the root of your neck while his fingers are still encapsulating your skull as he brings you to a tiny forehead kiss to greet you and ask you whatever he has to ask you. You're in for a wave of shiver running from your skull down to your spine as the warmth of his hand radiate through your skin and brings a soft heat on your cheek. Once again, it's short but it is delightful.

B = Best friend

He's a very caring friend, are you feeling well in your nest? Are you settling comfortably in the colony? Would you mind if I spend some time with you while you're fishing, eating or doing your human stuff? He'll listen to you, no matter what you're saying, telling him about what you did during the day, recalling some events from your past, complaining about Koba being a jerk to you, even your small talk, he'll listen to it. Not sure he'll comment on everything but it's okay, he's a good listener and that's all you need of him as a friend.

He might also come to you if he needs advice on how to handle a human situation.

C = Cuddles

I believe cuddling is something you needed to teach him. I mean, of course Caesar is affectionate with you, the soft touches and strokes, the forehead kisses and taking in your scent whenever he has to occasion to. But to actually save times with the only purpose to cuddle (and not even in a sexual way) and share gentle touches and whatnot, whispering lovingly into the ears of the other, it's a very human thing to do.

Okay, okay let me tell you how it went:

You needed more.

For a while now, a warm whirlwind had been biting at your stomach whenever you found yourself near your Caesar. A whirlwind that left you with a hunger you could never seem to satiate, despite your mate's heady presence, and which seemed to grow stronger every time his gaze landed on yours or his hands extended an affectionate greeting against your skin.

Lately, you'd caught yourself wanting more. When Caesar would slide his hand over the back of your neck to bring you closer to him and kiss your forehead with his, your body would have the strange instinct to chase after him as soon as he moved away from you, silently asking him to linger a few moments longer.

This would also happen when he offered you his hand to help you climb a rock or move over uneven ground he knew to be unstable for your (rather questionable) human balance. You'd slip your fingers into his calloused hand and his warmth would become a pleasant hot water bottle against your skin, as your hand tightened a little more against his with the firm intention of not wanting to let go, until he freed you from his chivalrous grip a little too quickly for your liking.

And the moment you realized your inescapable need to linger languorously in his arms was at the communal dinner.

You had finished your meal and were waiting patiently beside Caesar for him to finish his. He was engaged in a rather enthusiastic silent conversation with his son, Blue Eyes, while you admired the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Suddenly, your head found shelter against his shoulder. His fur tickled the skin of your cheek and you would have liked to snuggle up to him entirely, even nuzzling your nose in his fur to take in a whiff of his musky scent, but you just closed your eyes, enjoying the harsh but delicate tingling of his soft fur against your cheek.

You sometimes sought this kind of contact with him, so it didn't alarm Caesar so much until he realized that your head was still propped there, against his shoulder, the light pressure not budging after a few seconds as you were so used to do.

He frowned slightly in confusion, and with a touch of concern, he looked down at your peaceful face, his knuckles pressing lightly against your cheek to encourage you to open your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Caesar signed the words to you discreetly.

You tilted your head up a little, the movement causing friction against his fur as you refused to break the contact of your cheek against his warm shoulder, before signing a simple "yes" in turn.

"Do you mind, if… I stay like this?"

Your voice was a melodious whisper to his ears, and the features of his face softened to give way only to a loving expression. The air he blew through his nose made his nostrils flare weakly as he bent his head towards you, tenderly kissing your forehead with his own and if you squinted hard enough, you could have seen his lower lip fall limply in a peaceful expression.

"I… don't… mind… it."

The husky tone of his voice sent a shower of shivers down your spine and a smile played across your lips, making your hand travel around his arm until you slipped it into his, squeezing it tenderly to thank him.

And if your hand left his to let him carry on signing his discussion with his son, you comfortably settled your head back against his shoulder, your smile never leaving your face as Caesar's body gently leaned against yours to quietly share your affection.

From this day, you got him wrapped around your finger, I swear!

D = Domestic

Well, if you're not under human problems (you know, war, threats and such), I think it can be a very peaceful life. Like, you just need to... be. You have quite a lot of routine activities to sustain the daily communal life, for example: going fishing, hunting, foraging fruits/vegetables, but also exploring the world around the colony to maybe gather useful tools and materials, maybe you have to get wood for the fires, but you also need to take care of your shared nest with Caesar (because let's face it, with the amount of intimacy activities you both go through, the nest MOVES a lot). So yeah, very peaceful and I tend to think it can also become TOO peaceful (really, put aside war and threats). I'll not say boring because you have a lot to do, especially being Caesar's mate - he relies on you a lot to spend time with the colony on his behalf to help the other apes when needed and such, because he cannot be everywhere, team's work you know - it's about the routine. It's more or less the same dynamic each day, so being creative is important, because you know, you can't go on holidays anymore 😂

Not to worry though, it's not a feeling you have often, most of the time you enjoy your daily peaceful life especially because I believe Caesar makes it a priority to spend quality time with you during the day, rather than just seeing you in the early morning or evening and night.

So for an hour or two, he'll be with you while you're working on something for the colony. Maybe that day he went with you to forage blueberries and nuts or fishing at the river and let me tell you, in these times where he has you only for himself, he's going to be playful! YES the grumpy stoic ape is PLAYFUL when it comes to you (or littles ones but wait and see 🤭) and you can bet he'll do it in such a smooth way like "no, I'm not responsible for that water splash you just got in your face 😇" and if you try to get your payback, you better be prepared because he won't allow this without consequences so please run for your life because he will tackle you down into the mud and a series of cheerful and teasing hoots would be sung just for you as he pretends he's going to severely bite your neck, because how dare you splashing him water back now just enjoy his hot breath and teeth hovering your skin AND YOU'RE IN FOR A MOUTH FULL KISS RIGHT IN THE CROOK OF YOUR NECK AS HE'S LAUGHING HEARTILY and you happily savor it because IT IS NOT OFTEN.

(Please leave me alone I have FEELS and I should write a proper oneshot for this!!)

E = Ending

Oh this one is tough. When I think about it, (and this will go with the letter F too) I can't picture a reason he would break up with you because, hear me out, he's an overthinker, if he had chosen you for being his mate, you can be sure the decision is more than analyzed. Beforehand, he probably had studied your behavior on your good AND bad days. He knows how you express anger, he knows how you express frustration, how you express offense but also how you express love, caring and even teasing! So, if he ever break up, it would not be because of you, nor it would be because of him because YOU know also with who you engage yourself. I mean, a human and an ape mating for life, this is no joke, both of you know the ups and downs of this.

If there were ever a break up at some point, it would probably come from something out of control and coming from someone else or something external. Like someone is threatening one of you to kill the other if you don't break up, or you know, this kind of seriousness where the life of the other is in danger. And omg it would be so heartbreaking for both of you if something like a serious threat was coming at the two of you:

It was… as if the world were falling apart for the second time.

"It… can no longer… work…" he huffed in an aggravated tone. "We… can't… work."

His words, pronounced with a coldness you didn't recognize. It wasn't him, the ape in front of you, standing with such firm determination that you hardly dared - you, his mate, the one he'd chosen to share the rest of his life with - to look at him, that ape there, he wasn't your Caesar.

"I… don't understand," you said, your voice hushed.

And you'd hoped so hard that he'd change his mind, that you'd misinterpreted his words and that it was all just a misunderstanding. You were almost sick with wanting to believe it, the walls of your heart clenched so tightly that at any moment, you knew, it could break, spread out in little pieces on the floor like glass, and suddenly your stomach wanted to give back the meal you'd eaten in the early hours of the morning.

"You have to… Leave." His baritone voice was nothing but fists slamming into your face.

And your face contorted with the anticipation of punches Caesar would never dare inflict on you, no matter what. You took a deep breath, your eyes closed to prevent yourself from seeing the hatred you imagined on Caesar's face, as the tears had decided to roll down your cheeks, leaving a warm, wet trail behind them.

You couldn't hear them, these words. You couldn't accept them, and yet Caesar anticipated with great skill your desire to come close to him and try to talk some sense into him, to seek out the body warmth that he, only the day before, had known how to offer you in the difficult times you'd experienced in the past. No sooner had you taken even the slightest step in his direction than he growled, baring his teeth in a stern warning that one more step would bring you nothing but trouble.

And that was all it took.

You felt yourself stumbling to catch the organ that was pumping your blood through your veins, but you weren't quick enough. You had no choice but to watch it crash to the ground, the blood-red fragments scattering into thousands of pieces that you knew would be impossible to gather and glue back together.

It was all over. You could see in front of you, at your feet, your heart beating to propel blood that would never reach your veins, and the sticky liquid spreading in streams around the organ that had just been ripped from your chest.

Your arms wrapped around your breast as if you were trying to cradle this organ so important to your body, telling yourself that perhaps this would give it back its rightful place and no matter how much you squeezed your ribs, it was already too late, you could feel it deep inside you, the emptiness. The emptiness that had just taken its place where it was supposed to be.

Caesar was watching you crumble. And he wondered if you would be able to recover from it, if he would be able to recover from it. But what other choice did he have? He couldn't see any. This, to know that you would continue to breathe, even far from him, even far from his people, but very much alive, or else… to know once again the wrenching pain of seeing once again the heart of the being he loved stop beating. And that was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Not while the threat hovering over you was still alive. Maybe you'd never forgive him, even afterwards, it was even clear, you'd never be able to forgive him. Your tears flooding your skin, your body cowering in on itself like prey caught in a bear's clutches, your face - usually so lit up by your own sun, the one radiating from your body as if the sun above the world itself had given you one of its rays as a gift - damaged by the heartbreaking words Caesar had chosen to utter, proved to him that you would never forgive him.

And Caesar felt something coming to gnaw at his ribs and crawl viciously to his heart before attacking his flesh with sharp teeth. But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do other than show you a hard, cold face, ready to display the dangerousness of his jaw in the false anger he had to pretend. And a hint of real anger emerged in the pit of his stomach. He never pretended. He never lied. So why couldn't you see that? Why did you so easily believe this face he'd only shown you in his horrific images that sometimes haunted him as he slept soundly beside you.

This anger he could show you without pretending, and that's what gave credibility to it all.

(I should also write a proper oneshot for this 😭)

F = Fiance(e)

So, hm, yeah, back to my senses (sorry about that), and as I said just above, he is NOT quick in wanting to have you as his mate because he needs to be sure of you. Like, crazy sure. No doubts allowed because commitment is for life and there is no turning point. So from the moment the idea pop up in his mind that maybe he feels something else than friendship towards you, he'll observe, study and analyze your behavior in a very obsessive way (this should sit in the bad habit section I believe!). No joke is allowed here but once he got what he sought, damn you're doomed to have him for the rest of your life.

G = Gentle

He is gentle, no debate about this, but he knows when to be gentle and when to be harsh. He's very smart in knowing how to hold himself, how to adapt his behavior according to an event in order to obtain what he wants. And this goes for both, physically and emotionally. He's not shy in showing his gentleness but also his capacity to be abrasive. This is why he is a great leader, king to the other apes, he knows how to balance both.

Now, talking about you. There is no way he's harsh with you physically, even if you're mean to him for some reasons, he knows he can badly injure you because he is way stronger than you. And hurting you is a huge NO, no matter what. So, when he has his hands on you, it is as soft as the stroke of a feather.

Now, he may be harsh emotionally with you but not in a sense he'll use bad words on you or try to belittle you or something like this, he'll be harsh if you try to push him to open up and he's not ready or doesn't want to, there he's going to dismiss you. It'll also happen when you talk badly about your own self (see the U section).

He can also be a bit blunt when he speaks, which can sometimes be taken as offensive for a human but there are no bad thoughts behind it. He's an ape, he just says what needs to be said so if you're asking him if the crafting your making is good, and it is actually going bad, don't expect him to lie, he'll tell you it's bad. But you'll see the gentleness when he crouched down beside you and help you get it better.

H = foreHead kisses

(YEAH I KNOW it's supposed to be "Home" and forehead does not start with an "h" but I wanted to talk about forehead kisses, so I'm talking about forehead kisses, if you have something against it, go talk to after sales services, thanks 😂)

So FOREHEAD KISSES.

They occur on a daily basis: to greet you in the morning and gulp at your scent before leaving for the day, to greet you also at dinner time when meet once again after a long day and he needs to feel close to you and also for a night routine before you both fall in the arms of Morpheus. And he does linger there, pressing his forehead against yours. Sometimes you can feel a small pinch from your skull as he presses harder there to show you how much you mean to him. According to him, the harder he presses, the deeper his feelings for you are engraved (one day you got a light bruise from the forehead kiss you shared the night before and you couldn't stop complaining about it so now instead on going hard pressing, he lingers A LOT MORE, lingering works to).

And there is this little ceremonial thing that goes with forehead kisses... At the end of the courting phase, to ask to officially enter into a mated pair relationship… both parties have to initiate a forehead kiss. When the first one is given, if you don't decline right away, the other one will wait for you to give it back. And it may take several days, this way, it allows the courting phase to last a little longer, in a way that's enjoyable for both of you.

Let me tell you how it went for you!

The first few days of winter were always complicated. Your body would eventually get used to the cold, but you'd always have that adjustment time that caused you restless nights.

The little fire crackled gently inside your little hut. The late autumn night chill prevented you from falling asleep, despite the pelts covering your bed and the coat you had to slip over your shoulders to keep warm.

And this was how Caesar found you, passing by your hut with the primary aim of returning to his nest for the night. Your crouched form beside your campfire, your knees tucked up against your chest and your hands seeking the warmth of the small flames dancing merrily, drew his attention and he stopped in front of the entrance to your hut.

You hadn't noticed him yet, and he took the opportunity to admire your eyes as they followed the movement of the flames, hoping that the waltz they were playing would eventually lull you to sleep. His eyes were always telling him silent stories, animated by emotions that were sometimes joyful, sometimes amusing and sometimes sad. He always admired the ability that humans had… that you had, to express so much in a single glance.

He had to work to decipher them. He'd had a few failures in the past, but today he could tell in a glance the emotion that was gripping your heart. And tonight, he could see a mixture of annoyance and fatigue, and a certain desire to find the serenity that would finally lead you to sleep.

You still didn't notice him, and a deep, primal feeling nibbled pleasantly at his insides as he had the vulgar sensation of lurking over you like prey he'd eventually catch.

His green eyes wandered happily over your body and your hands, after storing up enough warmth, began rubbing your legs to transmit the warmth you'd been missing for so long.

The warmth he could bring you.

You repeated the gesture, placing your palms over the small fire, and Caesar watched your skin redden under the effect of the flames. His hands closed into two fists, suddenly feeling the heat radiate to his palms as if you'd just slipped your warm fingers into his hands, and he had to swallow. The sensation of your hands in his would be a treat and his cheeks puffed up in anticipation.

Maybe this was the right moment. The right moment to give in to temptation and finally take knowledge of your own volition.

But you still didn't notice him, and he would never allow himself to enter your personal space that he knew was so important to you. So his eyes wandered over your body again, and that's when he caught sight of it. Protected by the collar of the coat you were wearing, the top of your jugular escaping under that thick piece of cloth he suddenly wanted to rip off. His mouth salivated without warning and he was already running his tongue over the tips of his canines with the irrefutable urge to plant them in your skin and mark you as his own. And if you could just look up and…

Spotting him standing at the entrance to your hut, you smiled softly at him, your face lighting up faintly with fatigue but your eyes shining with a tenderness reserved only for him.

That was all he needed to get closer. To get closer until you timidly indicated that he should come and settle down beside you, but he had another idea in mind.

He had to know.

He watched your eyes squint with confusion when he didn't stop where you'd indicated, and when his palm slid delicately to the back of your head as he leaned gently toward you, he sought in your gaze a clue. Something that would tell him you'd refuse what he wanted.

Your eyes fluttered and a deep, soothing sigh found its way into your ribcage at the feel of his warm hand against the skin at the nape of your neck. A series of tingling sensations ran down your spine and into the small of your back as Caesar lovingly kissed your forehead with his own. His warm breath touched your face, warming the pores cooled by the winter night as he took deep breaths to memorize your scent to the very depths of his memory, and your hand slid down his cheek of its own accord, the graying fur that lined the junction of his skin tickling your fingertips.

You gently brushed his skin under his fur and it took no time at all for him to increase the pressure of his forehead against yours, a satisfied growl echoing in his chest in the hope that you would understand that this gesture was important. That after this, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers and that he'd do anything and everything so that one day… you'd come and give him back what he'd just given you.

I = I love you

I talk about this before and I'm gonna stick on that: verbalizing your feelings towards each other is a very human way to do so. He doesn't understand the point of verbalizing it: you're mated for life, you share his nest, he even share sometimes his own food even if you have a full bowl of fruits, nuts and vegetables. The lingered eyed contact, the soft touches when he passed by, the intimacy you both go through when you find each other in the nest by the end of the day, the forehead kisses he gives you and that you returned fervently. All this screams I love you so when you tell him these words one time when you were both having a cuddle time in the privacy of your shared nest, he's like: ???? yes, I know, you know I know, you know I know you know, so???? but he accepts it anyway, escaping a chuckle straight out of his chest as he nuzzles his muzzle against your neck to gulp a big scent of yours and dancing his canines against your soft skin, teasing it and his warm breath willingly huffed towards your skin so he can feel your shiver waving through your entire body.

And yes he'll use it against you at any opportunity.

J = Jealousy

I don't picture him being jealous, like, he's quite confident in this field (and mostly because he can just smell your interest towards him so he has no doubt about your choice of mate, him, of course. You have no way to hide your feelings for him, your hormones betray you.). YET he is possessive but I think it's a distinctive feature for apes, once you're a mated pair, scent is key to keep any other apes away. So you'll have his scent all over you and he'll make sure his scent remains as strong as it needs to be on your body so he can smell your scent mixed up with his own from miles away (well, maybe not miles but you got the point). If you wash in a river, be sure you're ready for a shower of shared scent!

K = Kisses

Very, very, very human thing to do.

If we talk about mouth kisses, he doesn't mind it, like, he's not against it but he'll not go for it either. It's not a natural way for him to show his affection but he will let you do as you please if you feel the need to give him a smooch there because well... thank you Caroline and Will for kissing each other in front of him so now he knows mouth kisses are an important act of affection towards the one you love. (Though if you shut him as he's grumpily complaining he'll lowkey adore it and he'll carry on grumbling against your mouth so you keep kissing him there even though you start laughing because you know he does it on purpose. This is a silent agreement between you both.)

What he absolutely loves is to kiss your neck and he is NOT shy about it, well he is because he keeps it to the privacy of your nest or when he has you for himself and no one is around because he just goes mouth full on your skin and you can't complain. He's going to play his tongue against your soft skin and if he feels like it, even his teeth are going to graze at your neck as a wave of shiver flow along your body in anticipation, waiting for his canines to pierce through your skin but you can only feel a sting under the light pressure Caesar gives in the aim of not hurting you. (Ask him and I swear he'll go for a true bite).

L = Little ones

He is so caring and protective towards the young ones. He probably acts like a father for any baby apes or young apes of the colony.

He doesn't necessarily meet the little ones very often, but when he does - when he's with Maurice, for example - he's the kind of ape who looks at them with that kind, protective gaze. The ape kids aren't the least bit impressed by him, and they don't mind teasing him by climbing on his back or playing tag, like "You can't catch me!" and the little one scurries off with Caesar at his heels, and you can hear the happy, playful hoots throughout the village.

I've mentioned it before, but Caesar can be very playful when he wants to be (and especially when life doesn't push him around with responsibilities heavier than his shoulders.) and he shows it with you but also with the little ones.

M = Morning

Before you're a mated pair, he's got into the habit of coming to your nest to get you for breakfast. One day, you didn't wake up in time, so he made it his mission to come and check that you were awake and ready to eat, because it's important to fill your stomach in the morning and share this moment with everyone. It's a question of health and well-being, he says (well, it's also because he wants you to be the first one who he talks to in the morning so you can bet it is VERY early in the morning when he comes for you but shhh 🤫).

After you're a mated pair, surprisingly enough, he's going to let you sleep. He'll gently kiss your forehead with his own, trying not to wake you, and if you do, he'll linger a bit more than if you don't, and then he's out for his day, saving you a bowl for your favorite food for when you'll be ready to take your breakfast.

And until you teach him the art of cuddling, he'll not stick around the nest that much because you know, early council meetings, but once you taught him how to cuddle? There is at least ONE morning every so often when the council meeting start later than any other days 😳

N = Night

The nights are peaceful. And I think it's the only time when Caesar is vulnerable and able to express his true feelings openly.

It's also one of those tender moments (which can drift into something more spicy, but shhh) that you both share, and it's a time when you can really enjoy snuggling up to him, burying your nose in his fur at the neck, and letting his musky scent lull you to sleep.

You used to wait for him in the nest, your back pressed against several pelts that you used as pillows. On this particular day, you had found an old book in a human camp, and to pass the time before Caesar came in, you laid it on your lap, tucked slightly towards you, to read.

Lost in your reading, you didn't notice Caesar until your name rolled off his lips to catch your attention, and you smiled gently at him as he busied himself rekindling the fire you'd let die little by little. Your eyes went back to their reading, a novel by Graham Swift, whose moving story captivated your irises to the point of Caesar's curiosity.

His massive brown body entered your field of vision as he slowly crawled on all fours to your feet, letting one of his hands run along your shin. Your calf muscle twitched at his touch and his fur tickled your skin as you willingly allowed him enough space between your legs to rest. His hand settled on your right knee as he leaned lightly against your other leg, which needed to tense its muscles to keep it stable enough with the new weight it had to support.

His warmth beamed onto your skin, soaking into every cell and making it difficult to ignore. His head peeked out over your book, giving it a quick glance before focusing on the depths of your eyes.

"Ever after" you said.

And you closed the book to show him the cover page where a pear crunched on one side rested on an orange background of a beehive. The corners of the book were twisted and the hardback cover was itself beginning to detach from its base, and Caesar slid his hand from your knee until he grasped the book to observe it.

"Is he… new?" He asked.

You could feel his second hand laid against the nest just below your left thigh, which served to keep him more or less on top of you, and a shivering sensation crawled to the pit of your stomach when he playfully brushed his thumb over the part of your thigh that rested against the pelts.

"I found it this morning, you know, at the camp after the river." You explained gently.

And you knew his reaction even before he had done it. The features of his face frowned, the ridge of his eyes hardened and a grumble scratched his throat, unhappy that you'd ventured so far from the colony on your own. You giggled faintly and brought your hand up to his face, stroking the little wrinkles under his eyes in an attempt to soften his pout.

"And I don't have a single scratch!" You said proudly with a smile that was hard for him to resist.

He huffed, making his nostrils flare, in resignation, but you could see his irises scanning your skin for the slightest mark that wasn't there already. He set the book down beside you and you needed to give him more room between your thighs as he pushed himself further over your chest. A hand found its support beside your shoulder and you were forced to twist your neck back to keep looking at his face. The intense focus in his eyes faded as he realized that, indeed, no injury, however small, had appeared on the skin exposed between the pieces of fabric of your nightwear. And you couldn't help having that playful smile glued to your lips at his undying concern that something might happen to you.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, the light pressure of your fingers in his fur inviting him to kiss your forehead with his own, and although still reluctant because he hadn't yet looked all over your body, he gave in to temptation as his forehead met yours in a heartwarming "pop", his scowl forever stuck to his face.

At least… until his muzzle traveled to the hollow of your neck, where he deliberately blew warm air at you as his hand found its home at your ribs. His broad palm encased part of your ribcage and it was impossible to hold back a laugh that danced melodiously in his ears as his front teeth nibbled at the skin between your collarbone and your throat.

Caesar laughed, his hooting drawing air into his lungs as you squirmed in his grip, falsely trying to escape him, but his hand pressed gently against your ribs, forcing you to remain almost still despite the jolts your laughter caused against your chest.

His teeth brushed your skin on their journey to your ear, where you had the pleasure of hearing his deep but playful voice.

"I have to… check."

You shook your head, falsely annoyed by his antics, and he softly pressed the side of his face against yours before giving you a cheeky look that you didn't see often enough. You giggled, the air scraping against your lips as he pretended to bite your nose, but the fondness of his fingers digging into your shirt in the hope of seeing it fly away spoke of his true motives.

And those golden-green eyes… brimming with playfulness, you wanted to engrave them deep in your memory so you'd never forget them.

Yep, nights are just like this with him.

O = Open

He is on the slow team to reveal things! It'll take you a lot of times to create a strong bond based on trust and understanding for him to open up about his deep thoughts and emotions.

He'll need to observe your behavior a lot. How are you behaving with other apes? Are you helpful? What do you bring to the colony? Do you care about the other apes? In which way? So you need to be very demonstrative about your kindness and reliability.

I think he would be just as deeply moved if you took the first step and revealed something important to you. You gain trust by giving it away. He would appreciate this from you.

P = Patience

It really depends on the subject and how far people push it. With Koba? Caesar doesn't even know what patience means. With Maurice? Maurice can say anything, Caesar will allow it no matter what. Rocket? It is well balanced.

As far as you are concern, he is very patient with you except for this one little thing (section U, I'M LOOKING AT YOU) where he can get pretty mad if you keep pushing it. Otherwise, he'll take the time to listen to your rambling and complaining and if it's what you are seeking for, he'll give advice or even try to find a solution if you face a problem.

If you complain about something he did or a decision he made, he'll prefer to discuss it with you, trying to explain all the ins and outs. Dialogue is always his first choice coming to you (especially because he can't force his decision on you the way he would on other apes using his dominant stance. You're human, you don't have the same understanding of this behavior and so you're much less affected by his dominant/leader side - except in the privacy of your nest, where his leading side has a very positive effect, but there we digress). Most of the time, it does the trick. But even if you're stubborn on your position on the matter, he'll not get angry at you for not changing your mind, he'll accept it and respect it after hearing your thoughts.

He's just glad he can talk through misunderstanding or argument with you because even if none of you change your mind, discussing it untangles tension and you gain a better understanding of each other perspective.

Q = Quizzes

If you talked about something you like or dislike, he’ll have it engraved in his mind.

I believe he’ll not remember ALL the things you say, like if you talk about your day or just do small talk, he’ll listen (first because he finds it interesting, second because your voice is a sweet treat to his ears) but he’ll not dwell on it. BUT there are some key words he knows you’re using when something is important to you and if it’s important to you, it’s important to him and in these moments, his mind becomes a recorder. Even for the tiny trivial things (oh so you preferred eating vegetables first and then fish or meat, your favorite flower is the lily of the valley and back in humanity time, you loved your shower with hard soap and not liquid ones, YEP RANDOM STUFF LIKE THAT IF YOU SAID THE KEY WORDS). So he knows something is important not only with key words but also the way you hold yourself, there is this scent or aura coming out of you which tells him to click on the REC button of his mind.

R = Remember

His favorite memory is when you ride him for the first time to show him the power of pelvic rotation when rightfully used for physical pleasure but it wouldn't be very SFW to describe so I'm telling you something else instead.

Remember the story in H section? Yeah? Well...

Your fingers worked cautiously around the brambles that had twisted deep into Caesar's fur, the thorns scraping his skin sharply at the slightest movement he might initiate.

Focused on your task, you felt the skin on your cheeks flush with embarrassment as images of the incident looped through your mind. You didn't even dare to look at him, even though his golden-green eyes never took their eyes off you for a second, and if you could have ducked into a mouse hole, you'd have gladly done so.

Caesar remained motionless and patient with your hands as they carefully probed his fur, trying to delicately remove each thorn from the brambles that had intertwined with his body without his consent.

You'd been scared.

Of what? It didn't really matter anymore, because even though he'd gained a bramble blanket covering his arm up to his shoulder, he could still enjoy the delicacy of your skin wriggling in his fur, offering him a shower of tingles that ruffled his fur nicely.

You hid your face from him, refusing to let him observe the colouring of your cheeks that ran up to the tips of your ears, and Caesar found himself tilting his head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of that expression you seemed to reserve only for him. But you were stubborn.

Your hands moved slowly up his arm, and every touch left him wanting more.

And he wondered… After that gift he'd given you a few weeks ago, he was wondering when you'd give it back. There had been plenty of opportunities. Caesar had worked hard to make them happen. But you never seemed ready. Yet he could feel it. Come to think of it, he already knew. And feeling your forehead curl against his may have been only ceremonial, but the idea was too pleasurable.

If he listened to the tasty twist in his stomach, he'd go for that forehead kiss on his own, but it had to come from you. He'd done his part and could only wait languidly for the honor of seeing you take action.

Maybe… maybe if you were willing to look at him, he could give you with one glance the permission you lacked to do so. Maybe that was it. Maybe you were afraid and waiting for his approval to approach him in such an intimate way. He was ready to give it to you, and seeing you fumbling around apologizing for something that wasn't so bad after all, barely daring to look up at him, pinched his heart and he had trouble understanding its meaning.

All he knew was that his hand traveled peacefully to your cheek, his knuckles barely grazing your skin but enough to cause you to raise your eyes to his. Look at me. Those were the words that trailed off with the caress he bestowed on you, lingering until your irises came searching for an answer to a question that had never been asked.

"It's… almost over." You say, your voice still pleading a forgiveness he'd already granted you before you even asked.

Your eyes left him again to follow the movement of your fingers up his shoulder again, but Caesar wasn't satisfied. This wasn't what he wanted and his cheeks puffed out in slight frustration, urging him once again to come and press, a little longer this time, his knuckles against your skin. This sensation that was now gnawing at his stomach was becoming burdensome and when you looked up at him again, confused, he couldn't help but close his eyes, letting his head fall forward even just a little, enough to hope to make you understand what he desperately wanted from you.

He couldn't be patient anymore, not this close to you, and the seconds passed like minutes before you understood. Before the two neurons connected in your brain, still reeling from having jostled him for being afraid of a spider. His forehead was desperately calling out to you, and a deep relief spread through Caesar's body when he felt your forehead press gently against his, with the lightness of a feather, not quite sure of the real implication of your gesture.

"Sorry… wait a little longer, I'll be quick." you whispered as you struggled with the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat, which suddenly seemed to want to leave your chest when your breath shared space with Caesar's.

You were still talking about those brambles, and just as your forehead wanted to leave his so you could get back to your task, Caesar yanked away the brambles that remained twisted in his fur with ease. His hand slid down your cheek, traveling to your hair and coming to rest flat against the back of your skull, holding you against his forehead. He would have liked to sink inside your skull with the simple aim of planting the depth of his feelings for you there, but he contented himself with escaping a breath through his mouth, making his cheeks puff out.

"I've waited… long… enough."

Yep, his favorite memory of your relationship 🙂‍↕️

S = Security

Caesar is VERY protective, which goes hand in hand with his role as leader, and he'll do anything for his people, even sacrifice his own life. And so, I have the feeling that he can quickly find himself stuck on an idea without seeing the other possible solutions when the life or survival of the colony is threatened. He can get pretty aggressive at times like that, and that's where you come in, because he'll tend to listen to you more easily, even if he grumbles when you force him to open up his views. There are only two beings who can reason with him: you and Maurice. And the two of you are a great pair to keep Caesar's head on straight when a serious risk threatens the colony and his protective side is triggered into + + + mode.

Maurice has a deep wisdom and serenity that radiates around him, and you have a deep benevolence and patience that surrounds you with a calm energy. Together, you provide the reassurance and calm that makes even the most urgent situations manageable.

Maurice will get through to him on his mental and intellectual levels, while you'll get through to him on his emotional ones, making you a winning duo to reassure him and help him avoid succumbing to a defensive, stubborn spiral.

That's for the general idea.

But if a threat concerns you directly, even you won't be able to reason with him. I think he's still traumatized by Cornelia's death (AU where Cornelia dies after Blue Eyes is born) and as a result, he's going to be over-protective of you. The most notable protective gesture is that he'll always stand in front of you, using his massive body as a bulwark to protect you. Back when bubble wrap still existed, he'd be your bubble wrap (I never thought I'd say such a thing 😂).

His protective side can also be seen in the little things he does on a daily basis: Caesar will hold your hand to help you up onto a rock, he'll hold your waist to help you down from a horse, but he'll also prepare you a bowl of rich, balanced food, and if you're a little late for dinner, he'll save a place for you by his side. And I wouldn't recommend sneezing in front of him, because you'll end up with an army of disease-knowing apes around you to make sure you haven't caught anything bad.

Not only will Caesar want to protect you physically, but also psychologically. He's already violently growled at Koba for verbally insulting and threatening you, and fortunately Maurice was there to prevent Caesar from giving in to his anger. He's going to be very attuned to your emotions and make sure he's there to absorb all your worries and pain. EXCEPT for the U section. Even then, when he dismisses your negative thoughts, it's just his protective side, because he also wants to protect you from your own thoughts, and so by not wanting to go into depth on the subject, he's preventing you (according to him) from allowing yourself to be attacked by your own thoughts.

In truth, this over-protective side of him, I can well imagine it going into the U section. At least, until he becomes more relaxed about the whole thing. It'll take time, but with a bit of work, he'll stop jumping at the slightest mosquito that wants to come and bite you.

Give him a little time, maybe get a little angry to show him you're not defenseless, and he'll eventually calm down and settle down to a reasonable amount of protection.

T = Try

Well, it depends on the timing of your relationship.

For example, before you're a mated pair but just as Caesar is finally sure of his choice to take you as his mate, he'll develop extra efforts to impress you. Because if he's sure he wants you, you've got to be sure you want him in return, and there's nothing like a little demonstration of his strength and ability to provide for all your needs.

And what could be better than to take you on his horse for a hunting trip…

The beating of your heart thumped against your ribcage with force, and a drop of sweat beaded along your temple. The ambient humidity of an evening after a thunderstorm crushed its clammy heat down your back, and if you hadn't had to maintain a deathly silence in stressful anticipation of Caesar spotting his prey, you'd already have tried to sigh deeply to try and lower the heavy temperature bubbling up inside your body.

The body heat of the King Ape wasn't helping to cool you down either, and you wondered how Caesar managed to endure this heavy, damp heat with his fur plastered all over his body.

You hardly dared to move because of the sweat sticking to your skin from your T-shirt, and you could even feel the rough tingling of Caesar's fur through it, which had itself stuck to your shirt with its own sweat. The urge to whisper in his ear that it would be better to go home than try to catch a deer on a stormy summer's evening crossed your mind, but Caesar had been more than convincing when he had come to ask you to join him on his hunt.

Unlike your heartbeat, his breathing was steady. You felt as if the fur on his belly was one with your skin from the unpleasant sweat that made you both want to go home, but Caesar was determined. You had to see. You had to see what he was capable of.

His horse snorted impatiently and Caesar had to hold him back in his reins until Rocket appeared above your heads, signing to Caesar:

"the horde is near." "Drive it towards us."

Caesar signed back, and his hand came down over yours to give it a gentle squeeze, silently asking you to hold on tight to him. Your arms wrapped a little tighter around his torso, pressing your chest further against his back, as your body objected to the stifling heat radiating from your two tangled bodies. And if the rest of your body didn't seem to be adoring this entrancing contact, your stomach seemed to be enjoying this all-too-rare proximity, as you felt it dance in shivering waves of pure delight.

And that was a lot to process. Your brain was boiling, but you weren't sure whether it was the temperature outside that was crushing you and Caesar, or the temperature inside your body reacting to the delicious touch of brute force emanating from the king of the apes.

You took advantage of the last second before the storm to rest your forehead against his shoulder blade, suddenly feeling the need for support before you fell under the heat. The sudden pressure on his shoulder drew Caesar's gaze, turning his head towards you as he puffed a silent question, the corner of his eyes showing a tinge of fondness. A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head up so that he could see the confirmation that you were ready with a nod of the head. And the corner of his lips stretched in a smug look.

Let's see if you were really ready to witness his strength in action.

After you're a mated pair, he'll be less of a show-off, but whenever he goes on an outing (hunting, inspecting human camps, etc.), he'll always make sure to bring something back for you: a piece of clothing, an object like a book or a hairbrush, or it could be your favorite fruit or flower. He'll always have something for you when he comes back, and every time he does, that smile, that goes all the way up to your eyes, you grant him, gives him an extreme sense of satisfaction, and that's where you find a little bit of his show-off side when he huffs and puffs his cheeks slightly because he's happy to have made you happy.

U = Ugly

I think he would not want to talk about any of your worries concerning your human condition. Like, being a human amongst a colony of apes can be tough sometimes when I think you can feel insecure at some point about it. Like, you're fragile, one thorn and your skin can bleed, one bad fall and you're in for weeks of recovery if you had injured yourself badly, you can get sick at any too cold weather and you can't walk bare foot without risking to cut or slip on rocks. Let's not talk about climbing trees or hunting big animals. So yeah, being insecure and not feeling as you truly belong there is something you sometimes feel. But Caesar is a stubborn ape. If he believes you belong, if he believes you're at your rightful place beside him, there is no way you can question it or be against him. So if you bring it to him someday he can and will dismiss it, or at least, he'll listen to you, tells you you're wrong in thinking that way and just go on with his life duties as you also should do because duh, why would you stick on such an absurd idea because he thinks you deserve to be here, you deserve to be his mate, he has chosen you as such and there is no point questioning it, DAMN YOU ARE PERFECTLY FINE WHERE YOU ARE, YOU SHOULD NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR POSITION BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY POSSIBLE THAN YOU BEING HIS MATE. CONVERSATION IS OVER.

He's losing it if you push it too far and yeah, bad habit.

V = Vanity

It's not really about his looks, you know, apes don't have the same perception of looks as we do, so I think if he was covered in sweat and mud and his fur was all sticky, it wouldn't be, visually, disturbing to him. The aesthetic isn't important, in any case, I don't think he dwells on it. HOWEVER, the way he holds himself, THAT is important. He's the king of the apes and HE'S PROUD, and it should show, he'll pay attention to his postures and adapt them to the situation. I think he wants his physical AND mental strength to be seen! He'll flex his muscles, puff out his chest, he's a bit of a show-off. And then, if you're close to him OH BOY, he'll literally put on a show, he's already a big guy, but now he wants to impress you, he wants you to only look at him, he wants his simple stance to prove to you that he's the only one who can provide for you, and the moment he smells your arousal because FOR GOD’SAKE JUST SEEING HIM HELD HIMSELF IN SUCH A PROVOKING WAY SETTLE A HEAT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND HE WILL HAVE A SMUG SMILE GHOSTING OVER HIS LIPS because he got what he wanted.

W = Whole

I don't think he would feel incomplete. Okay, let me explain, of course if he's away for several days he'll miss you as hell! BUT it doesn't mean he feels incomplete. I truly believe you both are very much complete individual, there is no incomplete souls that suddenly meet each other to become one. You met each other as two fully grown individual who decided to mate for life. You're both individually seen as a whole and this is why you can share ideas, feelings, intimacy in a perfect understanding and respectful way because you're not dependent on the other to have your own opinion and your own personality and I feel this is the kind of relationship that are very sane to live through.

If you two are apart for an extended period of time, you are still very much capable of yourself, even though you'll miss each other presence. You'll miss the sharing smiles, physical touch, and conversation but you'll function normally and when you reunite, it'll feel all smooth, natural and delightful. (and going feral when you lay together in the nest but shhh)

X = Xtra

Something he absolutely adores is when you share your food with him. Especially if it's something you like to eat, you'll always save a piece of it for him, even if he has his own bowl of food or if you're both out, foraging for fruits, nuts or anything like that, the way you look at him, your hand held out towards him as you offer whatever you have to offer and THE SMILE, soft, almost shy on the edge and inviting. Does he already have blueberries in his bowl? He will give them to Blue Eyes to take the ones you are offering him.

He just loves eating your food.

And basically anything which belongs to you, if you decide on sharing it with him, he's a happy ape and you'll have him huffing blithely because it means you give him permission to be in your personal space on a daily basis and he feels INCLUDED and ACCEPTED and god you sharing your stuff with him leaves him in an enamored state he can't even explain. HE WILL PURR FROM HAPPINESS JUST FOR YOU OKAY.

(maybe it has to do with his childhood when the children wouldn't want to include him in their play times or share their games with him and he was stuck with watching them from afar when all he wanted was to play like a young ape with other young children, don't look at me I'm crying)

Y = Yuck

Not taking others into consideration. Like, I can't explain, this is just it, a huge no for Caesar, really. (it also has to do with his childhood, for real, Caesar was traumatized he just wanted to be INCLUDED and TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT FOR GOD'SAKE he was A BABY APE)

Z = Zzz

I’m sorry but… when he’s deep in sleep, he is gripping your ankle with one of his foot. Like, you literally cannot leave the nest because he holds you tight right there. If you try you’ll end up falling off the nest with your leg still on top of it and you’ll have to use your stomach muscles to get back on, because he'll NOT remove his foot to help you, you wanted to leave? Take responsibility. And no matter the position you’ll sleep in, when he’s fast asleep, he’ll just match the position to be able to grab at your ankle. No hands holding, just ankle/foot holding!

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