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[risskia]

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PAIRINGS: Sylus x reader, Caleb x reader °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:

SUMMARY: You train at a taekwondo academy in which Caleb and Sylus are experienced fighters. Ever since they’ve helped you train, they just cannot get their eyes off of you…

(So they fuck you and make you choose between them)

WARNINGS/ TAGS: MDNI 18+, mentions of threesomes, p in v rough semi-public sex, overstim and edging, fingering, degradation, nipple play, all characters are 18+. 1.6k words

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TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who are your elders. Being one of the most experienced fighters at the Academy, you often see the pair training with each other. To anyone watching, they look straight out from a Taekwondo World Championship scene, with the intensity and speed of every strike, until you notice the dumb grins between hits that remind you it’s all just a game to them.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who effortlessly bring back trophies and medals from every sparring competition that they attend. It is not uncommon to see them swaggering into the Dojang, with the gold hanging from Caleb’s teeth and a wide grin on his face, and Sylus tossing his own medal onto the table with a proud smirk as all the juniors crowd over in awe as they congratulate and gush all over him.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who help you one day during training. Being a junior, you’re struggling with learning the movements of a spinning hook kick.

Caleb jogs up to you, Sylus following behind. “Hey, newbie. Coach told us to help you with the kick.”

Under the fierce, watchful eyes of the two blackbelt seniors, you can feel your face get a little warm — with the gleam in Sylus’s crimson eyes and with Caleb’s warm violet gaze fixed on you.

“It can’t be that hard, right?” Sylus looks down at you, an eyebrow raised. Caleb swiftly nudges him in the ribs, hard, to get him to keep silent, as he continues with kind eyes kindly, “Can you show us how you do it?”

You nervously do as you’re told, your movements rigid and uncoordinated, as you clumsily attempt to swing your right leg and turn at the same time – but your foot catches, and suddenly you’re slipping to the ground –

But Sylus already has a strong arm wrapped around your waist, firmly keeping you in place. His grip on you is tight and his breath is warm. He looks down at you lazily. “You planning to fight the floor next?” He looks almost amused.

Caleb pulls you out of Sylus’s grip with a frown. “Alright, let’s focus.”

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus whose hands are all over you as they go through the motions of the kick. Twist, turn and then swing your leg over. Caleb has you pressed up against the wall, your leg over his built shoulder to “train your balance”, whilst Sylus holds you by the waist to prevent you from falling (again), his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who bicker over who has the most credit over helping you master the kick. They watch you from a distance as you talk to your friends, all thoughts of their own training completely forgotten. They just can’t get their eyes off of you, honestly.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who are eager to help you once more for sparring. They teach you how to attack the right way, and you spend a good amount of time trying to hit them in the face.

You’re panting, your legs are burning, but the pair are still going at it, dodging your futile attempts like it's nothing.

“I’m exhausted!” You gasp. “Can we please have a break?”

“Quitting now would waste all that effort, would it?” Caleb laughs teasingly.

“What!” You try to go in for another kick, but your movements are sluggish, uncoordinated, and Caleb effortlessly hooks you by the arm and flips you over like you’re a ragdoll. You land flat on your back, and Caleb and Sylus peer down at you.

“That’s why you keep your stance tight.”

“That’s not even allowed!” You yell incredulously, flushing. That was hot.

“Pretty sure she’s into it. Look at how red she is.” Sylus quips. Your jaw drops, as you start protesting indignantly.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who are still training with you when the training session has ended and everyone else has already left the training hall. You’re doing stretches, forcing your legs to go as far as possible. Sylus and Caleb sit on either side of you as you two talk about the day’s events.

…somehow the topics lead up to relationships and sex and you find yourself being teased by Sylus and Caleb once more.

“So – what’s your type? Don’t say insufferable guys with red eyes.” Caleb bumps your shoulder with his, a half-grin on his face.

Sylus just snorts, crossing his arms. “Jealousy’s not a good look on you, Caleb.”

They simultaneously turn to look at you expectantly.

“What about you both are attractive,” you admit, trying to keep your tone matter-of-factly. “But that’s what everyone thinks. The whole academy probably wants you both.”

With a gleam in Caleb’s eyes and pressing your legs down mid-stretch, he says lowly, “So we’re your type, huh? Then tell me…who do you prefer?”

But then Sylus, too, is closing in the distance between you two on the other side. Two fingers hook under your chin, lifting your face until your eyes meet his.

“Go on, answer him.”

“Um.” You can feel your heart racing as you stare into Sylus’s intense eyes. Caleb presses up against your back, circling his strong defined arms around your body as Sylus tips his head towards you.

Before you know it, Sylus has his lips up and against yours, his hand firmly holding your face in place as he angles your head just right so he can fuck his tongue into you. The noises that you two are making are downright obscene, and when he finally pulls away, his lips still slightly parted open, a thin thread of saliva hanging between you. Meanwhile, Caleb has his hand around your tits, squeezing and pinching and kneading. When you whine and buck into his touch, he slides a hand up your shirt, warm fingers gliding up your soft skin as they finally make their way against the soft flesh of your tits. Your body tingles against his touch, and a sensation stirs in the pits of your stomach.

Caleb’s breath is hot against your neck as you continue to stay seated in his lap. “Pips, we’re not going anywhere until we hear your answer. Who’s it gonna be?”

“This only ends one way, sweetheart.” Sylus’s fingers stroke the side of your face, whilst Caleb’s finds the sensitive buds and gives them a hard pinch. A moan is pulled out of you.

“I - I don’t know – I can’t think straight –”

“That brain’s all scrambled, huh? Let me fix that by doing...this.” With a swift fluid motion, Caleb flips up your shirt and bra, exposing your nipples to the cool air. Sylus’s eyes fall to your tits, his pupils instantly doubling in size. His lips attach to your left boob, suckling and nibbling, whilst Caleb plays with your other. The sensations go straight to your core as you slump against Caleb’s chest.

“Feels good…” you whine.

Sylus arches an eyebrow at you. “Look at you…our junior is a fucking whore.” His fingers dip down south, pressing up against your aching core through your pants. When he slides them off and slowly presses a finger into you, you moan out his name. Instantly, Caleb’s hands still around your tits, a low growl escaping from his throat.

Grabbing you by your waist, Caleb lifts you out of his lap and shoves you down on all fours against the cool wooden floor. His fingers find your needy cunt, rubbing tight circles into your sensitive clit and when he removes them, they’re glistening with your slick.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who both fuck you like they’ve got something to prove. It’s filthy, the way Caleb unrelentlessly pounds into your tight cunt from behind whilst you choke on Sylus’s rock-hard cock. They fuck into you at the same speed, pulling back for just a fraction of a second before ruthlessly thrusting back into your pussy and the back of your throat once more. And when you start to tremble, indicating that you’re close, Caleb abruptly pulls out of your pussy.

“Not so fast, pips,” Caleb’s voice is low and smooth against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You’re not cumming until you pick one of us.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re so torn.” Sylus pins you down to the ground, his perfect defined abs rippling just the slightest as his wide frame cages you down. He reenters you, and your walls stretch deliciously from trying to accommodate his girth. Your back arches, a string of moans and pleas escape your mouth as Sylus mercilessly slams his hips into you. Already, the familar pressure is rapidly building up in your core and you whimper out loud. Sylus stills, his cock still buried in you. You look back up at him, tears welling up from frustration and the stimulation as you desperately try to rut back.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who keep you on edge for hours, taking turns to use you as their cumdump. By the time they finally let you cum, you’re completely spent, Sylus ruthlessly driving into you whilst Caleb toys with your sensitive nub, nimble unforgiving fingers callously circling and pinching all over your clit.

They make you come so hard you nearly pass out by the time you stop shaking from your orgasm. But Sylus and Caleb, once more, are quick to catch you before you fall. They clean you up good, making sure to wipe all the mixed juices off of your bare body before helping you back into your shirt and pants.

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who take you out to Korean barbeque afterwards with innocent, fawn-like looks plastered all over their faces, happily discussing defence tactics. You’re truly speechless as you help yourself to delicious barbeque meat. Are they just going to act all whomesome and innocent about what had just taken place?

TaekwondoStudents!Caleb and Sylus who, in fact, did not forget about the session you three had, because they come up to you during the next lesson, arms resting idly on the ledge as they watch you beat up a punching bag.

“So,” Sylus begins, his predatory eyes gleaming. “Have you made your choice yet?”

(Round two?!)

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[ravangie]

ALL MOST OF THE TULIA AND MIGUELLA LORE SO FAR

All the art can be found under this tag

Ok. I have to start with the craziest concept in order for all of it to make sense, so I hope you're sitting down. Here I go:

Tulia and Miguella are ethereal immortal lesbian Goddesses of the Sun and the Moon who from time to time get reincarnated on Earth to find each other all over again.

Did that sink in? Ok, let's continue.

Tulia is the Goddess of the Moon, and Miguella is the Goddess of the Sun, as you might have guessed. Say hi to them next time you look up at the sky! In contrast to the usual confrontation of light and dark, Tulia and Miguella exist together as one. These two extremes are not mutually exclusive, quite the opposite actually, they are complementary to each other.

They've been around long before us and they will be here long after us. The ancient civilizations actually witnessed them as they are and kept them in their beliefs.

The two have been getting reincarnated on Earth since forever now. There were countless lifetimes of them already and there are countless lifetimes ahead of them. I might explore some of them in the future. For now I got focused on two of their lifetimes: the 16th and the 19th century. Let's look into them, shall we?

The 16th century.

The closest you can get to the canon story of The Road to El Dorado. Let's start with their backstories.

Unfortunately for Tulia and Miguella, they don't exist in Lesbianland, they have to deal with harsh realities of the real world and the conditions that are given to them by the centuries in which they live.

Tulia doesn't know where she's coming from. And I'd like to keep us in the same darkness about her origins for her sake. At least for now. She didn't have a family and grew up a nobody first and a thief second. She had a tough life from the get go and grew up to be just as tough.

The poor woman doesn't even know her birthday. Apparently in medieval times people used to celebrate the days of the saints after whom they were named instead of their Birthdays. But there ain't no saint after whom Tulia was named. So she celebrates on All Saints Day, when everyone who doesn't have a birthday during the year can celebrate. It's on November 1.

Miguella, on the other hand, does know when to celebrate her birthday. She's been named after Saint Michael, so she celebrates on September 29 with her whole family, consisting of her mother, her father and her older sister named Agata.

Now picture this. One day, when Miguella was in town, she unsuccessfully stumbled into a scheme of a beautiful woman, and because of her wrong move the woman had been caught redhanded. To her own surprise, when the stranger started running away from the furious crowd, Miguella started following her, making herself look guilty in the people's eyes as well. The strange woman was Tulia and she did NOT appreciate this little sissy getting involved with her. She helped them both get away, but was very adamant that she does NOT take responsibility for Miguella.

They talked for a bit after the fact and Miguella confessed that she heard that some women in town have been getting jobs in workshops and she wanted to try her luck too, that's why she came into town. See, she DESPERATELY needs a job. And she doesn't understand why she couldn't get any, even thought she has all the skills needed.

Tulia chuckles at her naivety but still carefully explains that it's not because of Miguella's lack of skills, but rather the way the society is set up. Yeah right, thinks Miguella, that's exactly what I was trying to avoid by getting a job. Tulia then says she has to go and pack her stuff. She can't stay in this town any longer, since she's been caught thanks to SOMEONE. So she hopes to catch a ride early morning, before the wanted posters start to show up. She wishes Miguella good luck, thinking this is the last time she sees her, and leaves.

And what do you know. The first person she sees next morning? Miguella, of course. She's right there, waiting for a ride as well, hoping to go with Tulia. Of course Tulia says No. She says No very angrily, very adamantly. No. She will not take Miguella with her. No amount of begging is going to change her mind. Until Miguella says "Fine. It doesn't matter whether or not YOU take me with you. There's no way I'm going back ..there"

Tulia understands the implications behind these words perfectly, so she has to go though all stages of denial, then pull this move

take a deep breath and hesitantly take Miguella with her.

She didn't plan on sticking around with her for long. She just wanted to get Miguella to the closest safe location and be done with her. But along the way, the unexpected partnership started to bloom.

Tulia has been stealing to survive from the cradle, quite often being unscrupulous in her methods. And she has always put herself first. That was the only way to survive for her. But when Miguella comes along, she starts to impose her moral beliefs onto Tulia. Tulia was very angry with her at first. Who does this little booger think she is, having the audacity not only to tag along, but also to argue with her. Tulia doesn't plan on starving herself just because this spoiled by the possibility of choice lady doesn't like her ways.

Eventually though she comes around. Migella has the magical ability to persuade Tulia to do anything with her puppy eyes. She contributes to Tulia's schemes and finds dozens of new fun ways to cheat people. She brings her mandolin and her singing into it. Miguella believed that if they gave the crowd a show first, taking their money was their payment for it. And Tulia believed that if the crowd was stupid enough to fall for their tricks, it was their own damn fault.

The duo won two pairs of gold earrings together at their first successfull "performance" and since then always wear them for good luck. In desperate moments they use them as bait and bet everything on them. But as you can see, both ladies still have their earring with them.

The two would spend countless evenings coming up with the most ridiculous plans, constantly interrupting each other and giggling hysterically. They didn't stick around in one place for too long to avoid being caught, so they travelled a lot and tried on many roles, such as: Tulia as the mysterious foreign fortune teller; Migella as a lively and charming villancico performer; Tulia and Miguella as two very successful card games players (because they are cheaters).

Eventually romantic feelings start to blossom towards each other as well. Tulia is hesitant to express them, since she feels responsibility for taking Miguella with her, and she doesn't want to seem as if she's taking advantage of her. But not to worry, Miguella feels the same way and she, being her open-hearted self, makes the first move.

Before meeting Tulia, Miguella was running out of options on how to escape the societal fate that was in store for her. Every method failed and trying to reach deep into the soul of this stranger was her last desperate attempt. And to both of their surprises, it worked. Something in both of them told them to go with it.

And before meeting Miguella, Tulia was already done with life, she didn't want much out of it. just enough cash to live carefree. But when Miguella comes along, everything changes. To Miguella, this criminal life on the road is very exciting and new and fun. And her excitement is contageous. She shares her fun with Tulia, shows her that there's beauty to be found in the simplest things. And maybe, there is something to hold on for a bit longer. Even without the cash.

And so we come to the point where we meet the protagonists of the movie. Blah-blah loaded dice, boat, horse, all that jazz, you know it you love it, EL DORADO.

When Tulia and Miguella get to El Dorado, they stumble upon a civilization, that actually remembers them as the Goddessess that they are. The people of El Dorado have been separated and hidden from the outside world, so there was noone to scew their beliefs.

Still, there were corrupt people, using power to their advantage, so the conflict with Tzekel Kan still remains.

Chel is still her chipper self. She still joins the duo on their scheme and tries to get her way by flirting. That doesn't work though. Here's the big difference that my ladies have with the original: there is no romantic plot-line with Chel. The two are too precious to each other, I fear, to be cheating. The whole cheating plot-point felt forced and unnecessary in the movie anyway, the conflict of interests and the moral of the story would be conveyed just as well without it. Plus because of it one party ended up winning much more than the other in the end. That doesn't seem fair to me. So I got rid of it :) They duo helped Chel run away, travelled with her until she found a place or a person she was happy to call home and that was that.

Also here's a fun fact for ya: out of curiosity I googled some Mayan Goddesses and I came across:

A Goddess called Ixchel, also known as Lady Rainbow, often depicted as a beautiful young woman with long dark hair sitting on a rainbow;

And a Goddess called Chen or Chin, a Goddess of corn, who apparently introduced homosexuality to Mayans (of course Miguella would be the one to do it).

So. Ya know :)

The 19th century.

Tulia and Miguella of the 19th century meet in America.

Miguella has been in America for as long as she can remember. When the cattle business in America bloomed and the demand for skilled cowboys rose up, the whole family packed and moved there. The father was a classic vaquero and worked with horses, while the mom of the family handled the business-y side of things. Two sisters - older sister Agata and younger sister Miguella - grew up on the ranch and learned all the skills of the family business while working alongside their parents. By the time they were adults, both were first class cowgirls.

As for Tulia... She went to America as a grown and skilled thief already, because a little birdie told her that there's gold waiting to be discovered there. She never reached the actual mines, but she sure did reach other people's pockets.

The two met because Miguella saw a fellow spanish-speaking woman in pants in town and wanted to help her out. Who would have thought that she's wanted for robbery?? Tulia didn't believe in Miguella's good intentions though and tried to interrogate her on why the hell she's trying to be nice to her: if she wants her gold, she's not getting any! Miguella tried to tell her that she doesn't know what she's talking about, but it was too late, the two were spotted together because of the racket they caused, and now EVERYONE thought that they were partners in crime.

Needless to say both were outraged and offended. Miguella was offended because she literally didn't do ANYTHING, never saw any gold and was only trying to do a good deed. And Tulia was offended because how dare these people think that she wouldn't be able to pull off a robbery alone!!

That same day Miguella demanded Tulia take her with her. Not begging this time, demanding. She argued that Tulia has pulled her into this mess in the first place and now she has to take responsibility. Tulia understood, that a person who was content with their life wouldn't just just drop everything and run away with an outlaw. They would try to fight for it, they would use their connections and good name to prove their innocence. Miguella didn't try any of that.

So yet again Tulia can't resist Miguella's charm, takes a deep breath and takes her along.

By this time Tulia already has a list of convictions, and at first Miguella was considered merely an accomplace. But the more shenanigans these women caused, the more mischief they did, and the more crime they commited together, the more people started to recognize them as a criminal duo. And frankly, the weight of their crimes, or even the fact whether or not they were actually successfull didn't matter, since they were women. In pants! Tulia and Miguella became a local legend in no time.

Let's talk about the differences between Tulia and Miguella in 16th century and Tulia and Miguella in 19th century.

By the time they meet in the 19th century, both women are older than they were in the 16th century. Both of them are much more mature and confident in themselves and their skills, so they argue A LOT more, trying to make things happen their way.

I know for a fact that Miguella makes fun of Tulia's horseback riding style. Tulia never even intended to have a horse in the first place, she just happened to steal this one and she kind of... stuck around. So she truly doesn't know what to do with her. Miguella helps her and teaches her, after she's had enough laughs, of course.

And I know for a fact that Miguella, living on the ranch, got educated. As a "good woman" she knows how to embroider, just like she did in the 16th century, and embroiders a lot of her and later Tulia's clothes. But she also learned how to read and write on the ranch. Tulia never got the chance to get educated. Miguella doesn't make fun of her for that. She reads for Tulia out loud.

Tulia from 16th century tries to lay low and do her deeds quetly, not wanting any more trouble, but Tulia from the 19th century has a new and exciting advantage: guns! She still tries to find a diplomatic approach, but if that doesn't work, she takes out her revolvers without hesitation. Miguella is very hot-headed, she skips the whole diplomatic part and is ready to fight anyone at any point. That's why Tulia doesn't trust her with guns. No worries though, Miguella knows how to use her lasso flawlessly and uses it all the time to help them in their crimes.

One other thing I'd like to point out is how by the time 19th century rolls around, all the famous Spanish dances that we know and love today become common. I LOVE imagining Tulia and Miguella performing flamenco for the unassuming audience and pickpocketing them at the same time.

The relationship dynamic is pretty much the same as it is in the 16th century. The two have a lot of time to bond with each other on the road and between all the bickering they do just that. Tulia is the type of woman who is used to suppressing her feelings and hiding her emotions due to the tough conditions of her life. But when Miguella tags along, suppressing her emotions forever becomes impossible, since they are always together. Miguella on the other hand has been living with an older sister her whole life, she knows that this tough exterior is just that - exterior. So she patiently stumbles through Tulia's walls time and time again until she manages to earn her trust. And when the moment comes for Tulia to finally break down her walls and be vulnerable in front of another person, she's right there, quietly supporting her. I think they both saved each other in their own ways.

Ok. I'll have to cut it here. There is still so much more I have to talk about. Miguella's sister Agata, for example, I know you all are wondering about her. Or the Bounty Hunter of the West, who tries to hunt down Tulia and Miguella. Sounds pretty exciting, eh? But I'll have to keep their stories to myself until I formally introduce you all to them. This post is already WAY too long.

I will mention one more thing before I go to the closing thoughts, however. About the wrong spelling of Miguella's name. Yes. I am very much aware that the double L in the name would give it a soft sound by the spanish rules, and that's not how her name is pronounced. I have an explanation for it though!

Picture this: Miguella finding her wanted poster and being pissed off that these damn english speakers spelled her name wrong!! But the posters were famous and everywhere, and so her name went down in history with an american spelling..

So there it is.

One person asked me what I see in their future and I think it's bright. The brightest it can be. After finding each other they get to live the longest and happiest lives. And I know that no matter what they end up doing, they never lose sight of each other.

It's very convenient for my heart that Tulia and Miguella are immortal and will forever be here. Do you understand? The Sun and The Moon themselves are lesbians! They've always been around and they will continue to be around long after us! Doesn't that fill you with hope?

I'm sure there were lifetimes on Earth when they couldn't find each other until late into their years. And maybe there were even lifetimes when they weren't lucky enough to find each other at all. But don't let that sadden you, but instead give you hope. Because even despite the odds and the despite the harsh reality that they have to face, they still keep on going and keep on trying again and again, cause in the end it's all worth it.

So I hope next time you look up at the sky and you see the sun and the moon being there at the same time, you'll think of Tulia and Miguella having a date and that will cheer you up.

P.S. If you saw any grammar mistakes: good for you. English is my second language.

[rasberrybabez]

Little Killer

Simon “Ghost” Riley, also known as the infamous serial killer Ghost. You were supposed to be his next victim, but he just can’t break a birdie like you, can he?

But you can definitely break a few of his bones.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Tags: Slight hurt/Caretaking, dom/sub relations, smut (eventually), serial killer Simon so minor gore, blood, dark humor, size difference.

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt. 3 (hopefully! ❤️)

xoxo-Razz.writes

You hadn’t meant to hit him, really.

You could have sworn that the large, brick wall of a man now lying on the concrete in front of your car practically jumped at the opportunity to get hit. Literally. Walked right out and stood there, and if you had been a little later to work? A little more desperate? There wouldn’t be a body to help.

Which is what you’re currently attempting.

The large man is on his side, blood dripping onto the pavement below, the old backroad abandoned except for the two of you. You’re panicking, mustang stalling being you as you rush out, kneeling down next to the man you hit.

well fuck, is the common thought in your head.

Relief floods your veins as the man slowly groans, sitting up, and you take in a sharp and shaky breath. The man looks dazed, but as you reach for your phone to call 911, a strong arm grabs your wrists.

“Dontcha’ fuckin’ dare, birdie…”

Which is how you ended it up with the tall, six-foot-something, wingspan at least a yard and a half, beast of a man on the couch in your little apartment. He didn’t talk much as you rambled apologies in the car, his massive body piled in the back. No, he just let you talk, hands shaking and driving very reckless, speeding back to your flat.

He barely talked as you cleaned his wounds, some nasty gashes on his head, arms and side, and checked his chest for broken ribs. Adrenaline in your blood and mind fuzzy with panic, zero survival instincts set into gear. Why would they? You weren’t the one hit by a speeding mustang, only slamming on the breaks second before impact.

No, that was the fault of the man on your couch.

At last, an awkward silence stretches between the two of you. You, on the ground in front of the man, said man on the couch. You caught yourself staring, scarred body and face only made worse by your accident. Blonde hair cropped close to his skull, hazel eyes that seemed piercing, driving into his surroundings. And those cargo pants… you could see every outline of his defined legs. Those thighs…

“You’re starin’, birdie.”

Your head snaps up at his words, eyes going wide. He’s studying you now in return, chest rushing and falling with a pained struggle he masks well. Oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts three sizes too small, but you couldn’t bring yourself to buy another pair for a whole £68.

So instead, you make sure your hands cover your thighs a little bit more, heat creeping up your cheeks.

The man grins.

“Don’t be shy, bird. You’ve seen my skin, ain’t ya? Got me good, a lil more blood than I like. Can’t a man admire yours?”

You swallow, eyes snapping to his again. Now that your heart was calming down, you didn’t know what to make of the situation. Stranger in the living room, lawsuit indefinite, and money for said lawsuit non-existent.

So on shaky legs, you stand, and decide to make the most of it.

“Um… I’m sorry. F-For hitting you… with my car. I’ll give you my info, a-and I can take pictures of the damage and send it to you if you want, I’m really sorry I-”

“Hush, birdie. Like a scared lil fawn you are…”

The man chuckles as your cheeks heat again, and you almost wince at the almost condescending tone. But you don’t. You just nod, swallowing your pride, and meeting his eyes again.

“…do you want food?”

The man is silent for a moment, lips pulled a little fuller than usual, almost a smirk. Almost a smile. He studies you, and God help you is he not making any of this easy. You expected yelling, threats and at least a little communication, no matter how angry it is.

you’re met with silence, mostly. Until he breathes out a low response, words vibrating you to your core.

“Yeah, birdie. ‘S long as it’s yours…”

You nod, and push away from the large, intimidating and unsettlingly attractive man in your living room. Food, he’ll take food. An olive branch, yes, but it was something. But what food does someone like him eat?

In the kitchen, you scrub through the refrigerator and pantry, settling on box pasta and an Alfredo sauce. Simple enough, really.

Though the silence is exhausting.

“…what’s your name?”

You ask timidly, putting boiling water on the stove and glancing back at the living room. The man has manspread over the couch now, eyes t over your living room with inspecting eyes. Watching, following, tracking and assessing. Both what inhabits your measly flat and you.

He scoffs dryly.

“Name’s Simon, birdie. Whya wanna know? Government or summon?”

You swallow, immediately shaking your head, hands tensing on the pasta box. He sounds… skeptical. And any man that sounds skeptical of the desire to know someone’s name definitely has something to hide.

“No! No, no I just… well your win my house, and again, I hit you with my car, so um…”

Silence.

As a last resort, you reach for the remote, desperately clicking on the TV. As soon as the sounds of an interrupted news broadcast meets your ears, you relax. No more silence, a lot less awkward. You don’t bother changing the channel as the water boils, leaving the man, Simon, to stare at the news.

Fine by you.

He’s… somewhat entertained, though he’s hardly a guest, really. Just the man you hit with your car. The man whose piercing gaze, always darting back to you, sends little tremors down your spine. Spirals of sensation, unrecognizable. You hit this man with your car, and now all you can think about is what he makes you feel?

You quickly focus back on your pasta, Simon turning back to the news. He readjusts himself on the couch, fabric rustling fabric as the news drones on. He’s suddenly a lot more interested, and his dark, deep and gravelly voice surprises you.

“ya’ watch the news a lot, birdie?”

You look up, swallowing and shaking your head, a little bit too distracted to care about the news. Back to the pasta it is.

“N-no… not really. Um… heard there was a killer on the loose, I guess?”

shit. The guy is asking you about the news and you bring up a serial killer? You could face palm yourself it was actually something you did, but instead you just wince and silently curse yourself. The man was probably asking about sports, baseball. Politics even. And you had to bring up the mysterious serial killer on the loose…

“‘At’d be right, birdie. There is a killer on the loose, past couple’a weeks actually.”

Praise the lord and thank Christ, you could fall on your knees and practically become a nun with how hard you were thanking God right now. He wasn’t weird about it, in fact you could hear a hint of interest in his voice. Looks like the man was also a bit of a true crime geek.

you sigh, nodding as your shoulders relax a little. There, healthy conversation. You go to speak again, continue on about the killer, but his low voice cuts you off.

“Ya’ hear how he gets ‘is victims? Pretends to get hit by little lass’ cars… and when ‘he get out, he kills ‘em. Just a little cut to the throat, non much… they call ‘im Ghost.”

You freeze, pausing a little as something runs down your spine. A cold chill. A sudden, haunting feeling of something not right, something not good. An evil, lurking right behind you.

Because you could have sworn the man jumped in front of your car. You could have sworn you didn’t think he actually wanted to be hit.

You could have sworn you saw him push a black piece of fabric onto the pockets of his bloodied cargos, a fabric that looked an awful lot like the skull baclava Ghost has been reported wearing.

“…ya’ needa be more careful who ya’ bring home, birdie.”

[skyward-floored]

Downfall IAU, finally finished up another bit! Comes after this one with Twilight and everyone.

(Also, tagging @ajscico because this is more or less a response to a request you sent, but answering the ask directly would ruin the surprise for people hehe)

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Legend woke up to fingers lightly brushing along his head, smoothing down fur.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, feeling... safe, but rather disoriented on where exactly he was. The touch on his head was soothing, and Legend could tell he wasn’t in any danger, so he enjoyed it while his groggy brain slowly woke up. There was a soft blanket under his paws, bandages peeking out from underneath, and as Legend looked at them, suddenly everything that had happened recently came flooding back, the escape, Sky, Twilight... Mom.

Legend swallowed. Right. And on top of all that other stuff, he was a rabbit. Which was rather unusual.

He looked up at who was petting him, and was relieved to see Twilight with his eyes open, stroking his fur with a calm look on his face. He still looked tired, but it was a better kind, less on the exhausted-bleeding-out-near-death side of things.

“Hey,” Legend said quietly, and Twilight looked down, face brightening.

“Hey,” he replied with a soft smile. His voice was still raspy. “You surprised me when I woke up. Haven’t seen you like this in a while.”

“Yeah, well you needed it,” Legend grumbled, but there was no real bite to the words. “You... feeling okay?”

“I’m alright,” Twilight sighed. He looked drained. “Hyrule helped, a lot.”

Legend glanced at the sleeping healer, and then back at his brother, ignoring the guilt still sloshing around inside of him. “That’s good.”

Twilight smiled and kept petting him, a tired sort of silence falling over the two. Legend stayed resting on his chest for a while longer, enjoying the comfort and warmth, but finally he sighed, and sat up. Time to get down to business.

Twilight pulled his hand back, and Legend shifted back into his Hylian form, settling himself on the side of Twilight’s bed.

“You’ve got questions,” Twilight guessed, and Legend nodded.

“I do. Assuming you’re up to them,” he said, and Twilight nodded back. “Good. In that case, how on earth did you get away? You said they tried to arrest you.”

“Believe me, they did,” Twilight answered. “Rather insistently. But I had some help,” he added with a faint smile. “...a lot of help.”

He began explaining, and Legend listened, only asking a few questions. Twilight told him how he’d been woken up and nearly been arrested right then and there, but he’d made a break for it, and been helped by a super and his charge who’d been in the area. The girl had disabled the locator and shocking mechanism in his band, but what really surprised Legend was her name.

“Really? You got saved by Senator Bosphoramus’s daughter?” he asked incredulously, and Twilight shrugged.

“Still can’t really believe it myself. And I’m not totally sure why she did it. But... she seems like a good kid. Her and her bodyguard.”

Legend hummed. “There were rumors she was doing more than just being vocally sympathetic...” he mused. “Huh. That’s some good news at least. We should let Sun and Sky know.”

“Yeah. I only hope they didn’t get caught,” Twilight said worriedly, wincing as he shifted a little. “They had a plan, but...”

“We’ll keep an ear out,” Legend said, making a mental note. “What happened next?”

“I only half remember, but I made it out of there, and to the park,” Twilight explained. “I rested there for a while while I tried to figure out what I was going to do next, and then... Warriors made contact with me.”

“He what?” Legend spat. The fear and anger from earlier roared back to life in his chest, and he nearly jumped to his feet. Their traitor of an uncle had nearly gotten Twilight too? Hadn’t he done enough harm?

“No... Ledge listen,” Twilight murmured, sitting up a bit more. He took a deep breath as he got settled again, then looked right at Legend. “He helped me. He said he wished he could do more, but he gave me food, and a warning. He didn’t report me.”

“How do you know he didn’t?” Legend scoffed back.

“I have a feeling,” Twilight said quietly, looking up at the ceiling as a he spoke. “He was a wreck when I heard him, Legend. He didn’t want to do this. And why would he have given me advice to help avoid capture if he was just going to call me in?”

“A trick to get you to trust him,” Legend replied flatly, and Twilight closed his eyes.

“Well, believe what you want. But he helped, and I’m grateful.”

“He was the one who came to the house, Twilight,” Legend said, voice shaking with anger. “He fought Mom, he was the one who stopped her from escaping with us, he helped arrest her.”

Twilight swallowed. “I don’t think he had a choice, Legend,” he said quietly. Legend scoffed.

“There’s always a choice.”

Twilight stayed silent, his eyes still closed, and Legend looked away. Silence fell between them for a minute.

It felt like an eternity.

“Was Mom hurt?” Twilight asked finally, voice unusually small.

“Nothing looked serious when we were separated,” Legend replied just as quietly.

He chanced a small look at Twilight, and saw his brother swallow. “Do you think she’s—”

“Don’t. Just... just don’t.”

Silence again.

Twilight didn’t move, and Legend looked at his lap, easing his hands open when he realized they were clenched into fists. His fingernails had left reddish crescents on his palms.

“...So is that it then? After the park and all, you just made your way here next?” Legend finally asked, and Twilight shook his head as he reopened his eyes. The subject change was welcome.

“No, there’s more. I actually got caught again,” he admitted quietly, making Legend’s heart skip a beat. Twilight looked at his heavily bandaged shoulder. “That’s where most of this came from. I got cornered, couldn’t get away in time.”

“How’d you get out of that?” Legend asked in alarm. Twilight hummed.

“It’s... a strange story. Stranger than the first part. Um, you remember Midna Twili? Tall, orange hair, all that?” Legend nodded, eyebrow raised. “Well, she was around and she... well, she helped me.”

“Her? Isn’t she just some obnoxious rich guy’s kid?” Legend asked, and Twilight winced.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud if I were you.”

“Uh, why? Afraid she’ll hear me?” Legend asked with a snort, and Twilight sighed as his shadow suddenly rippled.

“...Yeah, actually.”

(...)

Hyrule woke up to Legend shrieking, and he bolted upright, almost falling over when the blood rushed to his head.

He clutched at it, trying to fight past the familiar wooziness from using his powers so much at once to figure out why Legend had yelled. Something must be wrong, and his heartbeat began to pick up. Were they being attacked? Had they been found out? Had Twilight taken a turn for the worse?

Hyrule blinked until his vision was behaving enough for him to see more than just blurry shapes, and he stared at the scene in bewilderment.

Twilight was half sitting up in bed, a hand stretched towards where Legend had fallen to the floor. Legend was half invisible with his eyes huge, and though he’d stopped yelling, he looked extremely tense, an incredulous look on his face. What really startled Hyrule though, was the tall girl standing beside Twilight’s bed currently laughing her head off.

“Ooh, you should have seen your face!” she cackled, orange hair hanging in her face. “Man! Jumpy as a rabbit, he went like a foot in the air!”

“Quiet down! You’re going to wake up— never mind,” Twilight sighed, and smiled awkwardly at Hyrule as the girl kept laughing. “Hi Hyrule. Sorry. Uh, Hyrule, Legend, this is... Midna.”

Legend looked furious as he scrambled to his feet. “Twilight what the actual—”

“No need to be so surprised, bunny boy,” Midna drawled, smiling at Legend with a sharp grin. “Your brother is very useful when he wants to be.”

She turned and looked at Hyrule, and he froze, her oddly-colored gaze taking him in.

“You’re that healer everyone’s been yelling about escaping, aren’t you? That was impressive, by the way. How’d you manage?” she asked casually, and Hyrule swallowed, shoulders hunching up as his eyes flicked towards the door. How did she know that? Was she after him? Should he make a break for it?

“Midna, he just woke up,” Twilight said pointedly, and she rolled her eyes.

“It was just a question.”

“Why was there a girl in your shadow?!” Legend yelled, fully visible again and pointing accusingly at Midna.

“She helped me escape, remember?” Twilight said, and Legend spluttered. “I wouldn’t have gotten here without her help, Legend, she’s okay.”

“It’s true, I am,” Midna added with another sharp grin, and Legend looked like he might blow up. Despite his lingering dizziness, Hyrule very seriously considered leaving the room before a fight broke out.

Before he could though, the door opened, and Sun came in with a frown on her face.

“What is all the yelling about in here? Are you all okay?” she asked, and then her eyes landed on Midna. Her expression immediately turned suspicious, and Hyrule saw her stance shift into a ready one. “And who is this?”

“This is Midna,” Twilight explained wearily. “She helped me escape. And... I kind of owe her now.”

“How did she get in here?” Sun asked, and Midna smirked.

“Hitched a ride on your wolf. He didn’t say anything, I assumed it was fine.”

“Yeah because he was bleeding out,” Legend snapped, and Sun waved a hand to quiet him.

She stepped forward and looked at Midna intently, Midna staring back at least as hard. They sized each other up, and Hyrule thought about leaving again, but then Sun crossed her arms.

“This is a safe house, Midna. You can stay or leave here if you wish, but we need to know if we can trust you to keep quiet,” Sun said seriously, and Midna bared her teeth.

“I have no love for those idiots in the superhero “success” department,” she growled. “They’ve taken plenty from me even without knowing it. Your little bunker is safe.”

Sun looked at her a moment longer, then nodded, expression softening.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully, taking Midna’s hand and giving it a shake. “Glad to have you here, Midna. Now would you like something to eat? I’m sure you all are hungry, you especially Twilight.”

Twilight perked up, and he nodded as Midna shrugged. “Yes please.”

Hyrule’s stomach growled at the mention of food, and everyone turned to look at him, almost like they’d forgotten he was there. He fought the urge to shrink away into his blankets, and made sure not to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Hey Hyrule,” Sun said, joining his side with a tired smile. “And how are you feeling?”

“Okay. I could definitely eat,” he admitted awkwardly, and Sun nodded.

“Well then I’ll see what we’ve got. You all missed dinner, but we have leftovers. Midna? Will you help me carry everything?”

Midna blinked, looking surprised at being singled out, then shrugged.

“...Whatever. Not doing anything else.”

Sun gestured her out, and they left, leaving Hyrule alone with Legend and Twilight again. The moment they were out of the room, Legend promptly smacked Twilight on his good shoulder, and Twilight frowned at him.

“What?”

“You can’t just invite random people in here!” Legend snapped, though Hyrule could see the worry in his eyes. “What if she’s a spy or something?! You’re putting us all in danger!”

“Legend, good grief, she saved me,” Twilight snapped back in a tired voice. “I would have either been caught or bled out somewhere if it weren’t for her, can you just try trusting her? She needs our help too, she won’t turn us in.”

“Fine. Okay,” Legend muttered, the fight going out of him as he rubbed tiredly at his face. “Okay.”

Twilight set his hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze, and Legend sighed. He looked exhausted still, him and Twilight, and Hyrule briefly wondered if his healing would help that at all. Even the thought made him feel more tired though, so he set it aside for now.

Unless Legend really wanted him to. Then he’d do it anyway.

Legend finally raised his head after a minute, and looked at Hyrule, eyes flickering across his face. What looked like guilt suddenly shone in them, and Hyrule tilted his head, confused. What was going on?

Twilight nudged him, and Legend ran a hand through his hair, then moved to sit next to Hyrule’s bed. Hyrule saw Twilight smile, then casually turn away from them and pick up a book that was on the bedside table.

“Glad you’re awake,” Legend said quietly, and Hyrule tried a smile.

“Thanks. I haven’t healed like that in a while,” he replied, looking at his hands. His fingertips were trembling a little, and he set his hands in his lap. “I’m glad Twilight is okay.”

Legend swallowed. “Me too.”

He ran a hand through his hair again, and Hyrule saw his eyes fall to his lap.

Twilight flipped a page.

“Hyrule, I’m... sorry. For earlier, with Twilight’s healing, I wasn’t trying to... remind you of... stuff,” Legend apologized weakly, terribly awkward-sounding. “I... being worried is no excuse.”

“Oh. It’s okay,” Hyrule shrugged, not really having expected an apology. “Um, it wasn’t great, I mean, but it’s fine now. You weren’t trying to do anything.”

“But I did,” Legend murmured. “Fine way to thank you for saving my brother’s life.”

“Thanks for that by the way!” Twilight called over from where he was obviously listening in, and Hyrule couldn’t help his smile.

“Yeah. I’m... really grateful for that too,” Legend said. “Thank you Hyrule. And I’m sorry.”

Hyrule hesitated, not sure how to accept the apology. He didn’t really... get those, usually. Ever. He could count on one hand apologies he remembered. What exactly you were supposed to do? Just thank him maybe? He really didn’t really know Legend all that well. He seemed sincere though. Nobody could fake that level of awkward.

Hyrule suddenly thought of what Sky liked to do when he was being affectionate, and gave Legend an awkward little pat on the shoulder.

“It’s okay. And you’re welcome,” he said, and a flicker of something crossed Legend’s face. It was gone as soon as it had appeared though, and Legend awkwardly cleared his throat.

“If you’re sure.”

Hyrule nodded. “Yeah, I mean an apology is more than I’ve ever gotten for something like this. It’s fine.”

Legend blinked like he wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but then Twilight stopped pretending not to listen and tossed his book aside.

“I need to pee,” he announced, and Legend gave him a flat look. “Sorry. Look it was say it now or wait until Sun and Midna come back, and I want to eat as soon as they do. Give me a hand up?”

“Fine, fine,” Legend grumbled, and gave Hyrule a little nudge before standing and going to his brother’s side. Hyrule appreciated the exit from the awkward conversation, personally. “We’ll be right back.”

Hyrule nodded, and leaned back down on his pillow as Legend helped Twilight to his feet, Twilight not-quite succeeding in hiding a grimace as he stood. They slowly left to the bathroom, and Hyrule let out a tired sigh. He really was hungry, and knew he should stay awake to eat, but he was tired. Sleeping sounded very tempting.

...What if Twilight needs more help though? What if that Midna lady comes back and is a threat? What if you’re asleep and something happens? What if...

Hyrule sighed again, harshly rubbing his hand across his forehead. He needed to calm down, he was safe. Even if his body was still tense from earlier, and part of him still expected someone to strike him.

Mipha would tell him to take a deep breath and sleep, and she would wake him if there was anything wrong. Sky or Sun would probably tell him the same. And while Hyrule hadn’t actually been around Legend all that much, he thought he’d probably do the same. Even though he had snapped at him.

The tiredness pressed on his eyelids, and Hyrule reluctantly indulged it by closing his eyes. Maybe he’d just... doze for a bit. Just until Sun came back with the food. Close his eyes for a few minutes. He didn’t have to actually sleep.

Hyrule nestled back under his blanket, and was fast asleep even before Twilight and Legend came back.

[not4simp]

Who are you? ( Caleb )

Post Homecoming wing story after you found out your dearest Caleb is still alive and well. Everything reminds you of him and you reminisce to the good old days.

tags. MC reader x Caleb, hurt, angst, lots of reminiscing, young Caleb and you, a bit of fluff

word count. 880

note. inspired by Saga Faye - Who are you. I love this song sm. This has been sitting in my drafts since Caleb was released but i didn't have the motivation to continue till now haha

You still remember seeing those familiar deep purple eyes the first time again since the incident. You couldn't believe it, it felt like an eternity since you had last seen him.

You remember the simpler times where you both would skip school. The soft air brushes your cheek as the bell rung indicates break. Your fingers hover over the number "0 6 7" as a soda rolled down from the vending machine. The sound of light footsteps reaches your ears, 'Hey pipsqueak' a hand reaches out to ruffle your hair.

'you're not eating with your friends?' you said popping the soda can open. Bringing it to your lips the sweet fizzy drink swirls around your tongue. 'Nahh didn't feel like it' he said, leaning on the vending machine with his arms crossing each other. 'hey let's skip'. You raised your brows at this 'aren't you the golden boy around here? don't you have a reputation to look out for' you laughed taking it as a joke.

Not long after a hand grabbed yours, pulling you. And before you knew it you were trying to keep up with Caleb's pace. 'Caleb are you crazy?! my soda is gonna spill all over the place' you yelped worried about causing a mess. Behind you was traces of spilt liquid. Caleb laughed softly 'you worry too much' he took the can from you and continued leading towards the school's exit.

Scanning the area there was no one to be found, it seems like everyone was enjoying their short break. 'on three we're gonna make a run for it okay?' Caleb said in which you return a nod to him. "three..." you readied your feet 'two..' his hand was still on yours 'one'.

You both booked for it. Caleb returned the soda into your hands and pushed the gates swiftly. Everything was going smoothly, too smoothly. 'Hey!' a faint shout was heard from a few feet. It was the school's security guard. oh crap. He was furious, brows furrowed downwards like an angry bird.

Quickly Caleb took your hand again and you both ran out. Taking a quick glance behind you could see the guard chasing after you guys but he was way far behind. But that didn't stop you guys from running. Reaching a convenience store you both halted. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air. You were hunched over hands on your knees taking in as much air as you can.

A breathy laugh escaped Caleb's lips. You looked over to him, the golden sun basked around and he looked so content you couldn't help but smile and join into his laugh.

After your return to Linkon there wasn't a single day where he didn't cross your mind. Awake and asleep he had occupied your thoughts 24/7. Even now when he was no longer by your side you were wondering what he was up to. Oh how you badly wanted it to go back to the way it used to be.

Mixing the fizzy drink in your hand you were excited to taste how it turned out. Bringing it to your lips you could taste the fresh, juicy apple. It wasn't too sour and had just the right amount of sweetness. You came across this recipe not too long ago and decided to give it a shot. You knew Caleb would've loved it.

A sigh escapes your lips. you both were still in no contact, ignoring and pretending the recent encounter like it had never happened. Maybe you should've thrown away your ego aside and hugged him when you departed, or maybe- You feel a small pang in your heart, why did it have to end like this?

Pushing aside the dwelling you decided to write the recipe down in a sticky note 'Caleb's favorite' and placed it aside. Maybe one day he'll have the chance to try it.

You really thought you knew him, the sweet Caleb from your childhood. The Caleb that promised to always be by your side with that toothy grin of his. What had happened between that period that you two were apart? What were the things you weren't aware of?

Laying in bed you scrolled through social media when you came across a funny video that Caleb would've probably laughed at. So out of habit you shared it to his number. Even after the passing of Caleb you always found yourself sending him posts, it was a manner you couldn't let go off.

That was when it hit you. His phone was now active again. You went and open his contact. seen. You felt like dying inside how could you be so dumb. You rolled around in your bed kicking and everything whilst screaming into your pillow to muffle it down. Reluctantly you looked at your phone again to see three dots. He was typing.

You sat right up and stared at your phone, what could he possibly say. You waited anticipated as those three dots jump up and down. Then it stopped. He didn't send a message. You were disappointed to say the least.

For a moment your finger hovered over the phone icon before retracing it back. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe you were stuck in the past foolishly thinking everything lasts.

[late-to-the-party-81]

His Whore

AN - I’ve been quiet for a bit, because I’ve been working on a long fic, but even that has stalled due to general life stuff, so I decided I’d write a bit of PWP to throw out into the universe. I asked the folks in The Little Lad Corner discord to help decide which babe would be the centre of this rough sex fantasy. Ari and Lloyd tied as winners, but I did a Lloyd PWP one shot at the beginning of the year and also decided I wanted to make it soft at the end, so I went with Ari. I hope you enjoy it.

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Relationship - Spy Ari x female reader (established relationship)

WC - 2.1k

CW - Jealousy, Angry sex, Rough sex, face fucking, choking, name calling, degradation, looks like dubcon, but is actually CNC, safe-signs mentioned, D/S undertones, after care, talking things through, miscommunication, fluff and banter.

Summary - When Ari returns late from a job, your green-eyed monster and insecurities get the better of you, leading to him teaching you a lesson the best way he knows how.

“Get me hard, slut,” he’d snarled, but you hadn’t moved, other than to briefly flash all five fingers of your right hand, before curling them tight at your side again. “The difficult way it is, then.”

The grip around your throat tightened, reducing your air flow as Ari’s hips snapped against yours from behind. Each indrawn breath was a struggled wheeze, made all the worse by the worrying of your tits from the fingers of his other hand. The only thing keeping you upright was the grip on your neck and your echoing one on his other arm.

You should have known better than to act the brat, but you’d been too mad at him, first for leaving you alone for longer than he’d said he’d be gone, and then finding out he’d been with her, to think clearly.

Ari had told you numerous times before that there was nothing going on between them, at least on his end, and if he was flirting with her — encouraging her attention — it was purely for the sake of the mission. He was a spy after all. He’d do whatever it took to get the information he needed and you’d known that fact going into this relationship with him. It didn’t stop your eyes from turning a violent shade of green every time you thought about her touching him, though.

It was also the fact that when Ari had returned two hours late, it had been with a swagger in his step and a smile on his face — the smugness of a job well done clinging to him like cologne. He hadn’t seemed to care about your anguish one iota, which had led to you losing your temper - something you were normally good at controlling. He’d barely hung up his jacket before you’d rounded on him, your hands pushing ineffectually at his solid chest. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” In those first seconds Ari appeared to be amused by your outburst. Fucker probably took it as stroke to his ego, his ‘little woman’ being jealous. If you’d left it at that — let him explain and talk you down the way he had in the past, things would probably have gone differently. However, you’d continued blindly forward, ignoring all of the warning signals. Having caught a waft of a very specific perfume you’d seen red. You’d grabbed at his chin, yanking his head this way and that, looking for any tell-tale signs of an assignation — lipstick, scratches or hickeys. You found none, which had somehow made you even more angry. “Just because you’ve been careful doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’ve been up to. I’m not stupid!”

Ari’s eyes had narrowed as he’d removed your hand from his face, holding it in a loose grip of his own. “What exactly are you accusing me of, sweetheart? Because if it’s what I think it is, I’ll remind you that we’ve had this conversation more than once before. I’ve explained what I’m doing and why, and you’ve said that you understood. You’re not the one I’m lying to here, remember?”

You’d jerked your hand away with a pointed glare. “And how do I know that, hmm? How do I know that you’re telling me the truth when you tell me you’re not lying?”

He’d pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Sweetheart, you’re giving me a headache.” 

“Well, I’ve already got one and your behaviour might just make it permanent!” Your arms, with your hand fisted, had vibrated with rage. In fact your whole body had been suffused with it. You’d spun on your heel, intending to lock yourself in your bedroom until Ari had grovelled enough, but you hadn’t been able to hold back from making one last comment. “Go back to your girlfriend, Ari. She’s probably waiting for you with stars in her eyes, like the idiot I used to be. I’m not gonna be your bit on the side. I’m not gonna be your whore!”

From behind you there’d been a low growl, before his hands had clamped down onto your shoulders, stopping your momentum towards your sanctuary and turning you back to face him. “That’s it! If you want to think that’s how I see you, then maybe that’s how I ought to treat you.”

Using only a little more pressure, Ari had pushed you down to your knees, glaring down at you haughtily the entire time. Shifting one hand to the back of your neck, holding you immobile, he’d lowered the zipper on his slacks and roughly shoved them down past his hips. It had taken all of your willpower not to let out a moan at the way his cock had already been half hard inside his black boxer briefs. “Get me hard, slut,” he’d snarled, but you hadn’t moved, other than to briefly flash all five fingers of your right hand, before curling them tight at your side again. “The difficult way it is, then.”

The hand on your neck had then moved to hold your face, almost in a copy of the way you’d held him only a few minutes earlier, as he’d pulled himself free of his underwear. He hadn’t pumped himself the way he usually did, obviously wanting your mouth to do the important work this time. When you hadn’t opened up when he’d pressed his tip against your lips, he’d put pressure on your face, his fingers and thumb pressing on the hinge of your jaw until you could no longer keep it closed. 

As soon as there’d been enough space, Ari had shoved his cock into your mouth and you’d immediately started to gag and splutter. Luckily, he hadn’t left you like that for long, instead he’d set up a fast and brutal pace of fucking into your face, both his large hands holding onto your head and your hands holding onto his forearms in return, fingers spread. It had taken only a few thrusts for his cock to fully harden, but he’d still continued, coating himself in your saliva until it ran from your mouth in thick globs and tears rolled down your face, taking your light coating of mascara with it.

When Ari had finally pulled himself away, he’d wiped some of the murky tears from your cheek with a derisive chuckle. “Now you look more like the slut you are.” You’d tried to bite out a response, but your jaw and throat were too sore to cooperate. “And I’m not done with you yet,” he’d continued menacingly. 

Before you’d known what was happening, Ari had manhandled you down the corridor and into the bedroom. In a matter of moments he’d stripped you bare and pushed you down onto the bed. Shaking your head and trying to get your bearings, you’d watched as he’d made equally quick work of removing his own clothes, strewing them across the floor without a care. He’d quickly climbed up behind you, and when his rough hand had shoved itself between your legs, you’d realised at the same time as him how much his rough ministrations had turned you on. “Whore,” he’d mumbled in your ear, before sheathing himself inside you with one, hard thrust. The scream you’d let out had echoed around the room, and as he’d continued to fuck your pussy with the same abandon he’d fucked your face, you couldn’t manage to stay quiet.

“Fuck, sweetheart, even properly sounding like one. However, you are putting me off with all that noise. If I’m using you, it’s all about me, isn’t it?” Which is how you’d gotten to the point of being pulled flush to his chest by your throat.

Your pussy clenched around Ari’s thick cock as he drove it inside you like a piston and plucked harshly at your nipples. Your head was swimming from the reduced air flow and all the different points of sensation were driving you towards an orgasm, even if that wasn’t what your lover intended. However, in the next few moments you realised that he was proving a point. That no matter what you believed of him, he knew exactly what you needed — he knew what got you off.

Ari pulled his hand away from your breasts and with it, the only support that didn’t put pressure on your already restricted throat. Spots danced in front of your eyes and you were just about to flash your safe sign, when two things happened at once. Firstly, that now free hand of his smacked down on your wet, squelching pussy, catching the tip of your engorged clit. Secondly, he let go of your throat.

You collapsed forward as your orgasm rocked through you like a runaway train. You didn’t care about being quiet — you screamed and moaned and whimpered as you twitched around like a live butterfly pinned to a board — and through it all, Ari continued to fuck into you, his hands grasping the meat of your hips as he slammed into your spasming cunt again and again. You were aware of the loud groan from behind you, the familiar feeling of his cum flooding your insides until it spilled over, but instead of the steady, heavy weight of him curling over your back and rolling you both to the side, what you got was the empty feeling caused by him pulling away. Your eyes fluttered open and focussed enough to see him throw some crumpled bills down onto the bed in front of your face.

“There. Happy now? Used you like a whore and paid you like one too.”

For the space of five heartbeats you didn’t move — didn’t make a sound — other than a ragged wheeze as you sucked in your breaths, but then you flailed out an arm behind you. 

Searching. 

Beckoning. 

In an instant the atmosphere in the room changed. Ari’s bear-paw of a hand clasped around yours and he pressed right up beside you, pulling you onto your side and cocooning you with his huge body. His free hand stroked slowly up and down your bare body, and he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and your temple. 

“Are you alright, baby? I didn’t take it too far?” There was a tremor of worry in his voice, despite the fact the pair of you had a robust safe system. You’d flashed him your fives more than once, and nothing else lower at any other point.

“I-I’ll be al-alright in a moment,” you stuttered out. “Just n-need a few m-more minutes like this.” You snuggled back into his warm, and Ari reached to drag the comforter up and over the pair of you, before cuddling you again, humming against the back of your head. When the aftershocks had finally died away, and your brain felt like it could actually process again, you turned in his arms and cast your eyes up towards his still concerned expression.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, cupping your palm against his bearded cheek. “And I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I know you’re not cheating on me, that you’re only doing your job, but you’re my everything, and just even thinking about anyone else getting even a tiny piece of this is enough to make me see red. Then you were late home without telling me, and didn’t even seem to care.” A tear slipped unbidden from your eye as you finally revealed your vulnerability.

“Hey, none of that, sweetheart. What that woman sees is nothing like this. This is just for you — for us. What she sees, what any of them ever sees, is a façade — a dull facsimile. You’ve got all of me, now and for however long you want me. His thumb reached up and swept the errant drop of salty liquid from your cheek. “However, going back to your comment about not telling you I’d be late, can I just ask… Where’s your phone, baby-girl?”

“In the lounge, where I was waiting for you. I put it to the side while I read and watched a movie.”

“And when did you last charge said phone?”

“Well, not since…” you broke off and burrowed your face, that was now heated with embarrassment, into Ari’s chest. 

“Do you think it might have run out of charge again,” Ari sing-song-ed.

“Maaaay-be,” you conceded. It was definitely on the way out, but you’d been putting off buying a new one for the last couple of months. You peeked out at him with one eye and saw the amused twinkle in his blue eyes.

“Hhmmm, likely, I think. So next time, before you fly off the handle, maybe you could try checking? I had to sneak off to the washroom to send that message so I didn’t give the game away. If I have to do this again, I’m taking it out on your ass, as well.” To make his point all the more firmly, he gave one of your buttocks a squeeze, before dragging a calloused finger across your puckered hole.”

You gave out a little gasp at the sensation, but the little devil on your shoulder wasn’t really put off by this threat. Reaching out to the side, you scooped up the pile of bills and quickly counted them.

“Make it $300 and I might just let you…”

With a hearty laugh, Ari rolled the pair of you over until you lay over his torso like a blanket.

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“But at least you’re not bored. Now lie still. I’m thinking I might turn you into my whore, now.”

“You’re gonna pay me with my own money though, aren’t you?”

“Shut up and kiss me, slut.”

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Smart! It would save a lot of time. Though, to be careful when you try to do different poses. From my understanding, you will only need to draw the shoulders different and then can just move the body to the direction needed. Be sure to not leave it flat.

I remember that phase. Try as many tools as you want. For me I stick to the fountain pen (for line art), technical pen (for coloring), paint brush (for coloring again), and Blending (for blending lol). I know you will soon find the brushes you are most comfortable, just takes some trial and errors to find them. Use as many as possible. Sometimes you find yourself using a tool that you never expected to.

I saw! I need to read them. Hadn't had a chance to catch up with the chapters. Though, I did try to read one of them but got lost. Though, I'm sure I only felt like that since I tried to read it before the day of my intermediate accounting exam. Also, don't need to apologize. Moments like those are one of the best since like you said, it helps with characterization. Makes the readers relate more to them, y'know? Bro, Scout Goseumdochi and the tree was my favorite moment in the later parts of the story. I actually had wanted to draw it, but didn't at the end. Glad to hear the original author is going to make art of it!

I found the sketch, but it's not finished nor is it funny. It's just Dalnim looking at the ants as they crawl into a bucket :\. Tbf, I was drawing during a lecture which is not a smart idea :((

I have a feeling you are fond of Siwoo lol. He got a fangirl lmao (jk). Oh and yeah, Twitter does that. There's actually something on the right corner that anyone can click/press on and will take the post to Grok. There you can do whatever. I had accidentally pressed on it with one of my posts, so idk what happened but I did exit it immediately once I realize what it was.

I heard of Great General Mighty Wing and saw it on Sah Beetle's account too since they made some fan art. I had not read the series at all. I need to eventually get around to reading it. At this rate, the creators of Squirrel and Hedgehog are gonna need to go to you for worldbuilding haha. Nice to see you being able to incorporate both series into one (even if its in planning stages).

15 projects?! That is so much! I hope you get around to completing each and every single one of them.

I saw that drawing. It's really good! Combining the photograph with the drawing was wonderfully done. Poor Bamsaegi though. Glad to hear a bit of update on those hedgehog quills.

I'm all done with finals! For the last two days, I have been extra sleepy. I think I'm all good now. But damn was I tired.

As for your tags:

I hope you finish all that you need to do including getting the files onto the Internet Archives (if y'all can).

That is why I never write canon characters. I absolutely will somehow overlook something or make them too OOC. That is why I stick to my own charatcers.

I'm not familiar with Bucky Bug nor Gus the Goose. I looked them up and they seem to be Disney characters? Idk if I am just not into Disney or what, but I never knew these characters existed.

Don't say that. You're still in the process of learning to get used to drawing. I am not sure how long you have been drawing, but I have 7 years of doing digital art (only 4 using an actual tablet) and 11 years drawing altogether. And even after all those years, I never had my art progress as much as yours. You'll get to a level of drawing that will be impressive soon enough. Heck, you'd probably be better than me soon. You are already doing better backgrounds than me.

With the manhwa, I am assuming you are talking about Great General Mighty Wing? Like I said before, I need to get around to reading it. I think I found it partially? But, I'll hold off on reading it until I am certain I found the full version.

Hello :))

Here's a small sketch of Siwoo (Haven't drawn this man in ages)

A quick explanation of the sketch:

The Raliaen Mountain Crescent Base doesn't have a formal financial department or anything related to it. Aera has tried to ask for a financial department to be established, but the Central government told her that they can't spare any for her as her base doesn't need one. Aera knows that's a lie since she and Hyeonsik are stuck maintaining the budgets and resource allocation of the base. Eventually, Aera is unable to keep up due to higher number of suspected enemy spies being reported. Hyeonsik hates to do anything related to finance beause he hates money (long story). So, he just gives them to Siwoo who had studied a bit of accounting before. Siwoo is genuinely still confused on why he is given the documents. Hyeonsik does actually give Siwoo a bonus for doing them, so Siwoo can't complain.

One of many reasons Siwoo needs coffee.

[nutsack90]

tgck tarot cards :3

i might make more mha tarot cards idk... i kinda sacrificed quality for the sake of them matching

[murderandcoffee]

*buddy aurinko voice* found family? no, darling, this is a made family. I superglued these chucklefucks together kicking and screaming.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[sentimentalslut]

people talk about how the justice system is broken in general (it is) but nobody talks about how stupid the innane bureaucracy component is

[whysamwhy123]

Re-watching the one time Ricky and Christian teamed and lamenting about What Could Have Been.

[enterstellars]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[genekies]

screaming, tearing my hair out, sobbing face down on my bed

[starpens]

CRASH COURSE ﾉ xia caleb x female reader ៹ explicit content, unprotected sex, virginity loss, mentions of cheating (none actually happens), pet names (pipsqueak (sorry but i have to be accurate) gege, good girl), instructional sex, blowjobs, creampie, idk what this is i wrote it in 5 seconds i just needed an excuse to write caleb, not proofread :( ˓˓ WORD COUNT ᨀ 4.9k !

asking the boy you’ve known nearly your entire life to teach you how to have sex isn’t weird, right...? right?

caleb has taught you a lot of things over the years.

he taught you how to drive a car in the shopping mall’s parking lot, how to cheat at card games, how to avoid burning the house down by letting him cook for you instead, how to sneak underneath the turnstiles on the subway to avoid fees.

he’s reliable and sturdy and a little reckless, but also patient and nonjudgmental— creating the idea in your idea that he’s kind of all-knowing, that whenever you don’t know something caleb does, that whenever you need help, you turn to no one else but him. which is precisely why you’re standing outside the door of his bedroom right now, hand lifted to knock on it.

because surely, asking caleb to teach you how to give a blowjob falls somewhere underneath that category too, right?

it’s one of those rare moments when the two of you are off work at the same time. caleb, on annual leave for the next two weeks and you, taking out a handful of unused vacation days to spend time with your favorite person in the world. it’s like old times again, when you can simply walk down the hall and hear his laugh drifting from underneath the door as he plays some stupid video game with college buddies.

thinking of the old days is exactly why you’re hesitating at the door. there’s too much shared history between the two of you, too much to lose if this goes badly, if you’ve been reading him wrong all along and he doesn’t want the same thing. there’s no way you can march in there and ask the boy you were raised with teach you how to—

“door’s open, pipsqueak,” caleb calls, somehow knowing you’re there because of course he does. you used to complain that he must’ve secretly implanted a tracker in your arm because he always knows your whereabouts, which made games like hide and seek with him impossible.

knowing it’s too late to play it off, you walk inside his room, greeted by his devastatingly gorgeous grin. “hey, you. lemme guess— the fridge is empty? no? lightbulb in your room need changing again? huh… or did you just miss me?”

“uh,” you mumble, shifting your toes in the soft carpet of the rug in the middle of his room. “not exactly. i was just wondering if you had time to talk and— … you’re not wearing a shirt.”

you realize how dumb you sound as you point it out, it’s just that your brain short-circuits, turning into a syrupy mess at the sight of caleb without a shirt on, his dog tags resting against bare skin. you’ve seen him like this before, of course— but not since he up and left, gallivanting off into the world to become a hotshot military pilot.

he’s always been nice to look at when you think he isn’t paying attention, but god he’s pretty. your eyes blink almost in disbelief as you take in his broad, muscular form that did not exist while he was a cadet in basic training. your gaze can’t help but snag on the ripple of his abs, or the thatch of brown hair trailing from his navel to disappear beneath his gray sweats. he swivels in his stupid gaming chair, smiling at you with his stupid face—

“uh, yeah?” caleb laughs, forehead creasing in confusion like you shouldn’t be surprised and really, you shouldn’t. caleb is like a furnace, blood running hot even in the middle of winter. “gran’s got the heat turned up to max again. it’s like she wants to kill me.”

“yeah, right,” you shake your head, laughing skittishly. “sorry. i’ve got a fan you can borrow, if you want.”

“thanks,” he says, magenta eyes dragging over your form suspiciously, taking in the way you’re standing in the middle of his room fidgeting like a leaf in the wind, hands white-knuckling the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing, knees knocking together all nervous and cute. he frowns, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees to give you his full attention in that heart-stuttering way he often does.

“what’s with you? not that i’m not glad to see you, but… did something happen? did someone do something to you?”

“no, no— nothing like that,” you hurry to reassure, voice cracking on the last word as your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment, trying to find the words to say what you need to without crashing and burning. swallowing around a lump in your throat, you glance at the paused screen of caleb’s game before blurting out—

“can you teach me how to give a blowjob?”

caleb immediately chokes.

a lesson on what not to do.

the overclocked fans on caleb’s gaming rig whirs in a soft hum, the neon lights in his room flickering crimson streaks over his handsome face in the dark. he wonders if it’s post traumatic stress or prolonged exposure to cosmic radiation in the sky forcing him to hallucinate. obviously, he’s got too many marbles in one jar and not enough in the other because there is no way he’s heard you correctly.

slowly, he removes his headset. “come again?”

“i’m awful at it, ge,” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in exasperation. in fact, you don’t know if you’re awful at it or not because you’ve never tried. you’ve been too busy waiting on the man in front of you to stop torturing you both, but caleb doesn’t need to know that. “you see, i’m dating this guy, right? and we’ve been hitting it off well. i can tell he wants to take it to the next level, but i’ve never… and you— you’re good at everything, so i just thought…”

“thought i would give you lessons,” he finishes for you, his voice deepening to a rougher edge that makes you shiver. “so you can suck your boyfriend better. do i have it right?”

“y-yeah…”

“since when do you even have a boyfriend? you didn’t tell me anything,” he says, doing nothing to mask the disappointment in his voice.

“uh, we’ve… been seeing each other for a couple of weeks?” you fumble, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably. “i didn’t want to say anything yet. in case it didn’t work out.”

“so you want to learn how to suck dick for a guy you’ve known for a couple of weeks?” he counters, a muscle in his jaw twitching. he’s got no right to feel jealousy, not when he’s wasted so much time attempting to be one thing in your life when you clearly wanted something else. he’s got no right, but the thought of you on your knees for someone else, someone that isn’t him, makes his blood boil enough that he already knows what his answer will be.

however, you’re already backing up towards the door, about to make a quick retreat. your plan was horrible, shame burning your skin like a brand. “what am i saying? oh my god, you’re right it’s stupid and wrong and gross. can we please just forget i even came in here—”

he lets you ramble for an excruciatingly long time, then he pushes out of his gaming chair and grins down at you like you just asked him to make a quick run to the convenience store. he stretches his arms above his head. “let’s do it.”

“w-what?”

you didn’t expect to get this far, honestly. you expected caleb to laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and call you ridiculous. but instead, he’s already striding to his door, thumb flicking the lock with a decisive click. when he turns, his expression makes your breath hitch— those unusual purple eyes molten, staring straight through you.

“first thing’s first, we need to lay down some ground rules, soldier,” caleb tells you playfully, stepping closer until your breasts brush against his midsection. his hand lifts, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “if you need to back out at any moment, you say so. no guy’s pleasure is worth your discomfort. and if i hear his name, whatever it is…” he pauses, eyes narrowing. “this stops. understood?”

you nod eagerly, fighting your smile as his scent envelopes you. he smells like spearmint gum, your shampoo that he’s been stealing since the two of you have been back at the house, and a hint of sweat from the stifling air in the room.

“use your words, pipsqueak.”

“y-yeah, i get it.”

his smirk is all teeth. “good girl.”

caleb guides you over to his bed, sitting down on the edge. his big hands reach for you, circling your hips and pulling you towards him until you’re standing in between his spread thighs.

“alright, my little student,” he jokes. “you wanna get him all riled up before the main event so start with something small like… a kiss,” he murmurs, eyes lifting to glance at your mouth as his finger traces the hinge of your jaw. “you do know how to kiss, don’t you?”

“of course i know how to kiss,” you grumble.

caleb nods and then curls his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you down to his level. you lean with the pressure, slotting your hands in the junction between his neck and shoulder, sliding them up until you cup the underside of his jaw. then, you’re kissing him— kissing caleb, the boy who used to patch up your scraped knees with cute band-aids, who let you crawl into his bed after nightmares, who pretends he hasn’t thought about kissing you, about making you his, for years.

the kiss is messy, desperate and hungry, decades of pent up feelings behind it. a string of saliva keeps your mouths linked together whenever you pull back for air and when caleb’s tongue swipes across your bottom lip, you whimper and part your lips to let him in, body melting against his front until your weight’s toppling him back onto his elbows, hitching your leg over his waist to crawl on top of him.

his grip on your waist tightens, gently pushing you to stand once more. “this is feeling less like a lesson, and more like you just wanting to do this with me,” he teases, making heat flare across your cheeks.

caleb guides your hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, the heat radiating through the fabric searing your palm. breath hitching, you begin to sink to the floor in front of him but his hand shoots out to stop your descent with a breathy laugh. “no no no, c’mere. you’re gonna hurt your knees down there.”

backing up, he moves until he’s lounging against the headboard, impossibly long legs stretched out on either side of your sweet figure.

“still wanna do this?” he asks, lifting a brow. when you nod, he continues to speak, voice gravelly, “take it out then.”

your fingers fumble with the drawstring a bit, struggling to undo the military knot caleb’s tied there, but you manage eventually. peeling back the waistband of his sweatpants to free his cock.

you should’ve known it would be just as pretty as the rest of him— it’s the biggest one (the only one) you’ve seen in person. he’s thicker than he is long, flushed dusky pink with veins that make your cunt clench with the desperate need to feel them dragging along your inner walls. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, watching you reach for it, nearly sobbing when your hand wraps around him.

“fuck—!” his hips jerk and stutter in shock, hand shoving yours away with a quickness. you frown and bite your lip, retracting your grip as if you’ve been burned.

“oh no,” you rush out, moving back to sit on top of your hands like a scolded kindergartener. “did i do something bad? did i hurt you, cal?”

caleb’s chest heaves, breath punching out of his lungs rapidly, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to slow the speed of his heart down. he’s dreamt about you touching him like this for ages, and the image of your dainty hand nervously wrapping around his cock will be seared into his brain for the rest of his life. you crawl back towards him slowly, seriously worried. “caleb?”

“i’m fine, pip,” he sucks in another breath, then opens his eyes to look at you. “didn’t mean to scare you. you didn’t do anything bad, you just surprised me. go ahead, touch me again.”

“if you’re sure,” you mumble, then hesitantly circle your fingers around caleb’s shaft again. he’s ready for it this time, hot against your palm when you give him an experimental squeeze, making caleb hiss through clenched teeth. “how’s that?”

“a bit tighter,” he instructs, palm closing over yours to adjust your grip. you squeeze him tight, and the hitch of his breath makes you squirm, stickiness gathering between your thighs at the sound. “don’t just squeeze, guys like it when you stroke. base to tip— no, don’t yank it like a fucking joystick, pip. god.”

his protest makes you burst out in giggles before caleb is shushing you with a severe look, his purple eyes narrowed. sucking your plump lower lip in between your teeth to keep from smiling, you nod at him with an exaggeratedly focused look.

“wet your palm,” he tells you, rolling his eyes at your wrinkled nose. “getting a handjob from a dry hand hurts, it’s like sandpaper.”

“are you saying i have dry hands, caleb? i moisturize daily, unlike you,” you whine out, but you listen to him anyway— you’re a good student, after all, and you don’t want to do anything that’ll make caleb want to stop. you lick your palm a few times, eyes on caleb the entire time.

the next time you touch him is with a spit-slicked grip, dragging your hand up and down his cock in an inexperienced, sloppy rub that should feel uncomfortable, but caleb eats it up— hips jerking involuntarily, pearls of watery precum already beginning to leak from the slit of his cock. your gaze is transfixed on it, a little greedy too, watching it stain your knuckles with each stroke.

it’s that same greediness that makes you lean down and brush your lips against the head of his cock, cherry tongue lolling out to tentatively taste the salt-bitter precum beading there. caleb’s hips immediately kick upward in a desperate twitch, but he forces them still, knuckles ashen where they reach down to grip the sheets.

“easy,” he rasps, voice fraying at the edges. his thumb strokes your cheek briefly. “just the tip first, okay? don’t go trying to swallow me down or anything.”

you do what he’s taught you so far; flatten your tongue, swirl it around the head— like that, fuck— press it hard against the thick, sensitive vein running along caleb’s underside, then repeat. every time, you’re rewarded with caleb brushing your hair back, murmuring soft praises, or your personal favorite— his deep, almost nasal groan, the hard planes of his abdomen flexing underneath the heady heat of your tongue.

it’s intoxicating, watching him fall apart like this— exactly what you wanted when you walked into his room. you want to pass his class with honors, please him even more, so you drop your mouth open a little more and suck him in deeper.

too deep.

the thick ridge of his head nudges against your uvula, tears springing to your eyes almost immediately. little startled chokes cough from your throat as you pull off caleb’s cock, bands of saliva stringing from his tip to your mouth in a way that should be gross, but you don’t care one bit, too busy trying to catch your breath.

“shh, shh— breathe,” caleb soothes, eyes darkening with something perilously close to reverence and pride. “through your nose, slowly. you can’t force it, that’s why you keep choking. when you’re ready, try again.”

you let caleb thumb away your tears like he’s done countless times before and when you’re ready, when you’ve had enough air to breathe, you let him guide you back onto his damp cock. eager, swollen lips bringing him in against your cheeks in a hot, branding suction that twists his insides up.

he’s supposed to be teaching you, showing you the ropes so you can please your stupid boyfriend, but you barely even need it— god, you’re so good at this without even trying. how can he focus on teaching when he’s got all of his focus pointed towards trying not to shoot his load down the back of your throat like some inconsiderate asshole?

he can barely look down at you because every time he does, your teary eyes glance up at him through thick lashes with an expression that begs for praise. he knows if you didn’t have a mouth stuffed full of his cock, you’d be asking him am i doing it right, ge?

his thighs tremble, eyes lidded as you finally find a steady pace— mouth bobbing up and down, spit bubbling at the base of his cock where you’re starting to make a mess on him.

and when your hands dip down into his sweatpants, cupping his balls in your soft hand, caleb’s vision whites out, his climax rushing to the front at a rapid pace. before he can cum, though, he takes two fingers and pushes at your forehead, hauling you off his cock with a wet slurp. his chest heaves, dripping beads of sweat that glow in the haze of the neon lighting in his room.

he looks wrecked, and you fight your triumphant smile, schooling it into something unsure and pliant, batting your eyelashes. “did i… did i do it wrong?”

“fuck, no,” his chuckle is hoarse and ruined, calloused thumbs swiping spit from your chin as he gazes up at you meaningfully with those hooded eyes. “just don’t wanna cum down your throat.”

“o-oh.”

the implication makes arousal bubble low in your belly, thighs squeezing together in need. caleb tracks the movement, nostrils flaring as he grins knowingly. “yeah, you don’t want that either, do you, pipsqueak?”

for a while, the two of you just stare at each other in disbelief. you don’t know how to tell caleb that you’d take him in any form he’s offering himself in, pining after him long enough that it’s painful. nothing you ever did got his attention, not in the way you truly wanted. he’s protective and possessive in all the right ways, but he’d never make the first move.

he’ll never come out and admit that he wants to spread you out on his bed and fuck you dumb, mark you as his so nobody else can have you. it took you coming to him to even get this far, so you might as well take matters into your own hands once more.

“teach me the rest, ge?”

the rest.

caleb releases a pained groan at your words and you think he’s going to refuse you, but then he’s flipping your positions, pushing you down onto the mattress with ease. he makes quick work of his sweatpants, shoving them down the rest of the way. then, he wrestles your panties off your hips and tosses them somewhere across the room.

“look at you,” he whispers, pushing your shirt up— his cock leaking a bead of precum at the sight of your pretty tits. he reaches forward, toying with your puffy nipples, grinning at the sound of your soft whimper.

“c-caleb.”

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy, you get that?” the confession comes out sounding suspiciously like a whine. he gazes down at you like you’re water and he’s a man lost deep in the desert, dying of thirst. “you’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. look at these cute tits, just begging for me to touch them. and—”

his big hands sink into the fleshy part of your upper thighs, opening them to get his first exclusive look at your pussy. his thumb parts your folds, spreading one side apart to watch the way your entrance twitches. caleb dips one finger into your cunt and could fucking cry at how warm and tight you feel. “fuck, you’re so wet. is this all ’cause of me?”

“d-don’t look at it so shamelessly, you pervert,” you scold him, squirming back and forth in his hold as you try to snap your thighs shut. “stop teasing me or i’ll hit you. this is embarrassing!”

“why not?” he tilts his head, giving you that boyish grin that makes your heart stop. “after i’m done with you, it’ll be mine anyway. my pretty pussy. my girl.”

you huff and drive your fist into his shoulder before folding your arms over your breasts, lower lip stuck out in an unhappy pout. caleb winces, though mirth still shines amongst the nebulas in his eyes. he leans down to kiss your pout away, chuckling in amusement. “okay, okay, don’t hurt me. i’ll give you what you want.”

and then, he’s wrapping a hand around the base of himself, kissing your clit with the leaking tip of his cock before rubbing it up and down your slit. he coats himself in your wetness before he finally notches against your entrance and slowly pushes.

the pressure makes air stutter out of your chest, blunt and unyielding. he immediately notices your struggle and drops forward on his elbows, caging you safely in his embrace. he kisses the corners of your eyelids, licking away stray tears.

“i hate hurting you like this,” he whispers in your ear, hips drawing back and crawling forward again. you gasp, eyes falling shut, and he shushes you once more. slides a hand down to play with your clit to distract you, which only makes you clench up around him. his jaw is clenched tight enough to shatter the bone, hand fisted in the sheets next to your head. “shh— relax and let me in. it’ll feel good in a second.”

“i-i don’t know if i can,” you say, trying to force your body to accept him, but when he sinks in those first few inches, you whimper and dig your nails into his biceps. “y-you’re so big, gege.”

“f-fuck, don’t—” caleb grunts and his fingers grip the soft sides of your belly, holding your body to his like a lifeline. “don’t call me that right now. i might cum. i’m gonna put the rest in, okay? be a good girl for me and take it. i-i can’t wait any longer.”

he draws out and presses forward all the way in, burying himself to the hilt inside your sweet pussy. his gaze drops to where you’re split obscenely around him, cunt fluttering in protest at the stretch and a ragged groan tears from his throat. it takes every ounce of willpower the military beat into him not to cream himself right then and there.

“c-caleb!”

you whine as caleb retreats slightly, only to surge back in, fucking a little deeper this time. the weight of his cock stretching you out borders on cruel, but you would die before you ask him to stop, your walls squeezing him in a vice grip. it takes a few trials and errors (“keep your hips down, pipsqueak” and “i don't know, maybe a little to the l— fuck, right there oh my god”) but eventually, caleb builds up a good rhythm, the cool metal of his dog tags pooling in the valley of your breasts as he fucks you with deep, steady strokes; bottoming out each time with a guttural groan.

“fuck— stop clenching so much i’m gonna lose my mind,” his breath scalds your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as he fucks a little faster. “so fucking good. that’s it, baby. you’re doing so good. taking every inch of me like this.”

he’s right, it is so fucking good— no, it’s better. your nails scrape against caleb’s back. shivering at the hot pleasure singeing your nerve endings each time he fucks into you. it doesn’t take long for pressure to gather in your lower belly, a band waiting to snap.

you can’t help but wriggle a hand between the two of your bodies and circle a trembling middle finger around your swollen clit. “nngh, you feel so fucking good, cal.”

“a-are you- god, that’s so hot,” he grunts, glancing down at the way you’re toying with your clit and it turns him on so much he’s speeding up, cock pistoning in and out of you, his thrusts deepening until he’s nearly kissing your cervix, he’s in so deep, your thighs slamming against his hips as you try to close your legs when the head of his cock brushes right up against your sweet spot, creating starbursts behind your eyelids.

“oh god, cal— i-i can’t!”

caleb’s grin is feral, grinding deep to press into that swollen spot inside you relentlessly. “knew i’d find it,” then his fingers joining yours and it’s so much better than your own, two digits rubbing quick circles into your sensitive clit. you’re a babbling mess at this point, the pleasure too much to keep up with. “can you cum for me? can you let me feel it? please? i’ll never ask you for another thing if you give me one right here, right now.”

what are you supposed to do, deny him? you couldn’t even if you tried, not with the heat in your belly full to bursting, needing an escape.

“’m gonna c-cum for you, ge, just for you,” you sob.

caleb has seen many versions of you over the years— grumpy and pillow-marked in the morning with syrup stains on your shirt at the breakfast table, covered in sand and sun-kissed at the beach, screaming at him to do something about the jellyfish sting on your leg, in sleek black dresses at the military balls you attended as his plus one that made all his comrades stop and stare. but you’ve never looked prettier than you do right now. his dog tags between your breasts, your creamy pussy fluttering around his cock, and your pretty face twisted in pleasure as you’re about to cum for him.

he hopes that when he dies, he’ll go out with this image in his brain.

those big doe eyes of yours roll back into your head, hands frantically pushing at his abdomen as if he’s trying to escape the overwhelming friction of his cock. you cum hard, thighs trembling, vision winking out. wet droplets of tears stream down your cheeks as white heat washes over your body, the pleasure bleeding through your limbs like wildfire.

seeing you like this, what is caleb supposed to do? not follow you? he’s been holding his own orgasm back since you barged into his room in one of his shirts, begging to be taught how to suck a cock. there’s no way he can last through seeing— through feeling— you cum around him. his rhythm fractures almost immediately and he knows he’s on thin ice, fraying at the edges.

“gonna cum,” he grits out, voice mangled. “fuck, i’m gonna cum. where do you want it?”

you don’t waste a second, babbling out the answer desperately, “i-inside, ge, cum inside me. give it to me please i want it so bad i’ll do anything!”

that’s all it takes.

one more sloppy thrust and he cums right after you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you still. he breathes choppy, ruined moans into your neck as he pumps his release deep inside your cunt before he collapses against you, damp chest heaving against yours, giving a few more weak thrusts of his hips as his climax ebbs.

you don’t know how long the two of you lay there, struggling to catch your breaths. you’re satisfied and pliant as putty underneath caleb, unable to move from his heavy embrace. he’s a wall of solid muscle, one that is pressing you into the mattress. “caleb, you’re heavy.”

“gimme a minute here, pipsqueak,” caleb chuckles breathlessly against your sweaty skin, pressing a wet kiss to your neck. “i just had the best sex of my life and can’t catch my breath.”

you begin to smile in pride, but then your eyes narrow as his words register through the fucked out haze clouding your brain. “wait, you were having sex before this?” you ask, jealousy bubbling up in your chest. “was it that one sergeant? the one who kept giving you lovey dovey eyes at the DAA gala?”

“mmm, nope,” he answers almost immediately, kissing your lips quickly to placate you, making your heart swell big and bright for the boy on top of you. “chill. saved myself all this time for you.”

your heart begins racing stupidly fast at that. “sap,” you tease, before an idea pops in your head and you reach for your phone tossed haphazardly on caleb’s bedside table.

caleb’s grip on you tightens as he notices you reach for it, a dark cloud shuttering his loving expression. “what are you doing?” he demands, the venom in his tone startling you a bit. “texting him already? that eager to try out what i just taught you?”

you frown in confusion until you remember the excuse you used upon coming into caleb’s room. wow, the boy you’re in love with is an idiot. giggling, you lean up and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before opening the camera on your phone and snapping a quick selfie of the two of you.

“no, you big dummy, i’m taking a pic of us losing our virginities together so i can add it to our photo album,” you explain simply, grinning. “and there was never any boyfriend, i made him up.”

[navydoves]

Mermaid!Rafayel and his strange habits while in heat.

He has a lot of cycles… all of which you have to suffer through.

✎ᝰ a/n. alright, rafayel is our starter for this sister series! i hope people enjoy this series as much as they did the “affectionate habits” one. if you want to be tagged in the next updates for this series, pls lmk i will be happy to. the other lis are:

- bunny xavier, cat zayne, dragon sylus, and cyborg/puppy caleb (i have to choose for caleb)

enjoy!

affectionate habits ver.

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❥ he hisses! no more chirps or chitters, rafayel cannot stop hissing at everything around him. it’s not even just other men or women, it’s also like… coral reefs and amoebas. the hissing is rather loud and a bit scary, but he never does it to you. no, rafayel’s hisses are a way to ward off others in order to protect you. even if those “others” are passing crabs.

the first time rafayel started doing this you thought he was mad at you and this was his way of expressing it. you would recoil at the sound and then try and comfort him so you could figure out what you did wrong. but as soon as rafayel notices you’re upset, he immediately brings you into an embrace and reassures you that it’s not you. it’s the seaweed next to you, babe.

although when it comes to actual people, rafayel will get even louder in his hisses. he genuinely hates the idea of others being with you when he needs the most attention now. he thinks everyone’s out to get a piece of you and his anger only tells you he would never hesitate to hurt or kill those who get too close.

❥ he pins you constantly. it’s no secret rafayel is concerningly strong, but his muscle mass and strength become more prominent during his heat. by no joke, he will pin you with an index finger and leave you helpless writhing. but that’s precisely why he likes doing it. he really enjoys seeing you submissive and struggling underneath him, even if he’s not gonna do anything.

but most of the time… he is gonna do something. the whole point of his pinning is so he can keep you still as he going ramming into you from every position. his thrusts are deep and strong, so you need to be kept still or else you’re gonna go flying out the sea. he’s rough when he’s in heat and he’s practically training you to take his force because… well who else is gonna help him? only you can, no matter how much smaller and weaker you are.

❥ he speaks in lemurian. about half of the time rafayel spends in his heat he spends speaking to you in tongues. his heat is so instinctual that he can’t help be speak his native tongue even if you can’t understand him. he’s pawing at you, growling and begging right up in your ear until the entire tone of his voice changes. suddenly you’re hearing words you can’t make out in low pitches that make you shudder.

knowing he needs you is hot enough. but not knowing what he’s gonna do to you is even hotter. all the dirty talk he’s probably saying in your ear as he bend you over a rock and presses his 12 foot form against you gets you going. overtime you’ve learned a few words here and there… kind of. you know the words he says when he’s satisfied and or about to come, but you don’t actually know what they mean. you know the words he uses when he’s threatens you (not actually, just sexually) to come help him.

he’ll switch back and forth between his two languages unconsciously, especially in the heat of the moment. but if you’re being honest… you kinda want him to swoon you in lemurian all the time.

❥ he cries a lot. i think it’s well known that rafayel can have major mood swings sometimes, and his heat makes this a lot worse. while he is rough and claiming a good decent amount of the time, he’s also super emotional when you’re not around. he’ll curl into seaweed beds or alcoves to sob and whimper because he doesn’t have his darling with him. he’ll especially throw a fit if his heat becomes painful and there’s no outlet for him to use.

it’s a very sad sight to see. pearls come floating out of his eyes because he feels so lonely. his biology is telling him to give his body to his beloved, but if she’s not here or can’t, then it physically pains him. he’s physically bonded with you and can’t even think about using anything or anyone else to help him with his heat. the best he can do is stimulate his two cocks in private to best simulate what you might feel like, but it’s never ever enough.

❥ his cocks are always out. usually there’s a slit on the forefront of his tail where they retract and hide away until necessary but during his heat… well they’re just kinda always there. and it’s not because rafayel can’t put them away, it’s just that he doesn’t want to. at first you though maybe it was just a biology thing. cocks always out? right makes sense, he needs them constantly. but you learned from him that no… he just likes having them out with you around.

it’s for convenience sake. any sudden surge of horny he gets, no time is wasted getting those things out. he’ll immediately have you on your back with his floater friends ready to penetrate. they’re never soft either… they’re always just kinda hard and slick. while the sight is maybe a little bit amusing, it’s also impractical. you can’t sleep next to him without having to make room for his long schlongs. you can’t graze against them accidentally unless you want to be spurted with strange lemurian liquid. you can’t look at them for too long without rafayel getting incredibly horny and wanting to fuck you.

at some point you asked him why he doesn’t just put them away until they’re needed, but he insists on having you admire impressive his assets.

❥ he’s really obsessed with baby-talk. give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s in heat. while regular, normal rafayel isn’t too keen on the idea of babies, lemurian, in heat rafayel loves them. he massages your tummy and imagines his little seedlings in there. he doesn’t let himself come anywhere else but inside you in hopes of getting you pregnant. he’s constantly playing with your breasts in hopes that you’ll magically start milking.

the biology won’t allow it and rafayel knows that, but his brain is too muddled with ideas of you becoming a mother to his children. while he is no doubt aggressive in his heat, the heat itself is a biological purpose used for only mating. and lemurians mate for life. there’s no one else. so be honored <3

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