(Promise I'll make some filthy stuff for Halloween after this. Also this was made with the song "Wish That You Were Here" by Florence + The Machine... literally Caleb's song)
Caleb. The protector. The strong. The man who could move mountains for those he loves. Was weak when it came down to you. He told himself the distance is good. He didn't need to meddle in your life. He didn't need to burden you with what he's become. But then he's engulfed by reminders of you. A couple hugging, a child crying on their friend's shoulder, everything. Your favorite flowers. The way you smell. He didn't remember the last time he felt this overwhelmed. Heaving into his pillow with broken sobs. He needed you. He needed to finally break. To beg the only hands he knew, to fix him. He needed you to see him weak. To promise that he was enough. That he was loved in all his broken glory.
His steps felt like bricks. Dragging black sleek boots to your front door. Knocking gently as he saw you open the door. "Caleb?"... He gave you no warning. "P-pips.." his lip trembling as you caught him in your gentle embrace. He didn't mind being on his own, so he thought. Because the truth was... he wanted to be alone with you. His home wasn't built with walls. It wasn't a luxurious manor. His home was warm. His home smelt like apple extract right now. His home always pinched his cheek when he acted out of line, and damn... he was glad to come home.
How could someone be so close yet so far? This felt all out of his control. But, when you asked Caleb for a friends-with-benefits situation? He didn't want you asking anyone else. So he will hang on to this burden a little longer. Then, when that time passes, he will pay the toll for extra time. He will continue to bite his tongue.
It all came to a head for the dumbest reason. You couldn't quite understand what was making him so bitter. He was ironing your dress when he asked you a simple question. "Where are you going?" All said with the same boyish smile you remembered from youth. There was an undertone to his words. It wasn't where... it was with who. You gave a curt smile as you explained your 'date' with Sylus. Claiming it was for information from the N109 zone, but it seemed a bit too friendly coming from the Onychinus leader. His hand trembled slightly. The faux synthetic skin of his mechanical arm steadies the dress as he nods. All he could muster was a pathetic nod.
You came home with a brooch. The apartment was cleaned. Caleb is resting on your couch. Did you not notice the small things about him? Like he does for you... He deep-cleaned out of frustration. Hot globs of tears threatened to spill as he traced the picture of your face. The person he adored more than anything. But, again... he swallowed it all. His hands are going to your hips. For a split second, you could be his. In this bed, you're his. But, in every circumstance... he was yours. You slept soundly in his arms. His eyes lingered on that damn brooch. He bought you one before in college. You never wore it. Yet, this one lay adorned on your favorite dress.
Your phone sprang to life when Gideon called you relentlessly to pick Caleb up from the bar. Never once did Caleb look so broken. So in the open. So shamelessly. His eyes were red, staring into the glass as tears poured. He was almost like a statue with a pulse. You shook his arm to get him into your car. He didn't relent. His lip quivered. "I don't want this arrangement... I only wanted you." You froze. Explaining your side. How you believed you were both gaining something from this agreement. Pleasure and stress relief. He scoffed slightly. His red, tearful eyes looked up at you. Half pleading for you to choose him this once. "Y-you were my first." It sounded so broken. As if all his vocal cords refused to utter those words, but he fought to say it.
Your hand covered your mouth as you processed his words. It all made sense. How he covered his face into the pillow. In the guise of "you feel too good". It felt good to be praised in the moment. But now you heard the words for what they were. "Have me. Have me completely." He covered himself so you didn't see him break apart. You teased him for crying during it. He could always laugh and tell you his body was sensitive. Now it made sense. The hot tears on your skin were because of restraint. How he physically bit his cheek so hard in order not to scream that he loved you.
Oh, he'd never crumble this completely. Yet he couldn't help himself. Getting plastered with Gideon was almost a tradition every weekend. What made him spiral was a sequence of events. His constant monitoring of his phone to see if you'd text, a woman coming over to flirt, and he blurted out that he was spoken for, then a movie coming on in the bar. Corpse Bride of all things. Everyone laughed at the absurdity of it. But, to him, he thought of the time you both watched it. Made more bittersweet with one line, "always the bridesmaid, never the bride." Because that's all Caleb felt he was. Always the best friend. Never the groom. He thought of the day you'd get married... and yet he couldn't see himself as the groom. He couldn't see you choosing him.
The dragon is vicious. The dragon has blood under its claws. The dragon resides in the wilted manor. The walls covered in blood or dust- we will never know. All in all, the dragon must be feared. Or so the story goes.
What no one sees is that the dragon has always felt a pit of loneliness. Even before the curse. His hands would grasp a young princess's gloved hand and offer a dance. Flatter her with a smile that was void of any emotion. When the princess asked for anything other than a dance... he'd refuse. It was all for show. All for attention- more or less. All he knew was that rage filled that emptiness. He met insincerity and venality with callousness. Now cursed as the wicked dragon he depicted himself as. His long time companion now a crow who snuck in and refused to leave. His two right hand men a clock and a candlestick. One showing him how little time he had left for freedom. The other taunting him by illuminating a freedom that will never grace him.
[Time Skip]
A ball was hosted in hopes of finding the dragon a lover. It was a bit unconventional, seeing how hostile everyone in town was. But it was worth a shot. The dragon wasn't a disgusting-looking man. More like a hybrid between human and monster. Besides, who would refuse a wealthy lifestyle? The princesses lined up to meet the infamous Sylus.
Luke and Kieran could only do so much. Sylus's own claws could hardly do more than comb his hair and occasionally not rip apart his clothing. Yet, they managed. A monochromatic crimson suit fit with black shoes. The women's eyes all set on him. His long white hair, crimson eyes, and beautiful features. While his eyes lay on the clicking clock. One that reminded him of his curse.
All the women bowed their heads to him. Most made flirtatious comments, fanning too close to their bosoms, and some even tried to find ways to get him alone. He understood the cues. The way they slipped their gloves off, immodestly pulled a button or two off their bodice, it was all a spectacle of young ladies acting undignified. He tried so hard not to let out a scoff. On the precipice of losing his mind.
What would make all this even worse? His hair was caught in his face. He blew at it, seeing the white tufts of hair flow to the side before stubbornly choosing its spot in front of his eyes. That's until he felt hands on his hair, brushing it all to the back. "Sorry, your majesty... You seemed in need." Your soft hands braided his hair, using the leftover strands to wrap it all together. "There." He finally looked into your eyes. It seemed like time stopped. The faint tick of the clock humming in his brain stopped for once. He bows gently. "T-thank you."
Sylus really didn't know what came over him. He asked you to dance three times. Once is courtesy, twice is fondness, but- three? Three is practically telling all the town that he was utterly star-struck. Indeed, he was. But, asking you to dinner at his manor the following evening? Absurd. He didn't even care...
"Luke... Kieran... is my hair alright?" They nodded eagerly. His hair was still in the loose braid you styled last night. What he'd never say... was he rehearsed the whole dinner. How to use his claws to seem... well-mannered. Instead of the usual animalistic way he ate.
Now imagine his surprise when you continued meeting him halfway? Finding yourself at the manor more and more? Constantly reading to him with giggles. For you... He'd paint himself the fool. Always dramatically reenacting the hero or prince. It started to spread through town. "The princess was captured by the dragon". He should've seen it coming. But you were taken care of. A nest full of jewels you never asked for. A dragon that would curl its tail between your legs as you both slept. This was the first time he felt any semblance of normalcy. For the very first time... Sylus had something to beg for. Something to plead not to be removed from him.
Your hands cupped his face. A small show of reassurance. "I love you, Sy". He turned his back on you. Not because he didn't reciprocate it. But it was the first time anyone had loved it. He bit back the hot tears. Nodding as he gave a meek "I love you..." He felt lighter. His chest felt clearer. He couldn't hear the ticking sounds of his curse. The claws are shaping into human fingers. Flesh instead of scales. Nails instead of razors. He was a man again.
The wedding was as beautiful as anyone could truly expect. His head was constantly buried into your neck. Small bites littered as if he were still part dragon.
The prince is kind. The prince is attentive. The prince resides in a bright manor. One that was decorated by the one person who made it feel like home. All in all, the prince COULD be loved. Or so the story goes.
Dipper notes: IM BACK RAH (I'll keep posting if we don't go into war.)
TAGS: ANGST, mentions of death, I warned you (no names mentioned! So guess who is who!)
Denial:
What was the catalyst? His very soul was imprinted in every inch of your very being. So again, you asked yourself... was there a catalyst? A sort of butterfly effect? If you told him "I love you" back would he have stayed? What would've kept his feet planted on the ground a second more? Every night turned into a question, a plea to the world to answer you. A second chance to make things right. Hell, why wasn't he stubborn that night? Why didn't he pout and sulk like the other times you fought? You questioned every little thing knowing it was futile. He left to offer you space. To let you blow off the steam and come back when you both weren't so hot headed. If only you didn't get so upset. Coming to think about it... he only asked for your time, under the guise of you looking over his art. Every critique, every description, every stroke pattern you noticed... reassured his heart that he was valuable to you. So, here you are. Denying it happened. Denying you could see the process occurring in your very eyes. The molding of thousands and thousands of pearls to construct a resting space for him. Scratch that. He wasn't just a "him". He was your everything. Your entire being's head rested on a satin sheeted headrest. But, it must not be him. It's someone who looked like him. Someone who wore his face like a mask. You couldn't get yourself to admit it. That he was working on his biggest canvas yet. The sky and everything in the world. He was everywhere now.
Anger:
You were a single strand away of snapping. Constantly on edge, constantly lingering near old pictures, constantly ready to yell at anyone. Not that anyone truly was deserving of your anger. But, it felt like if you didn't funnel this desperate rage towards anything or anyone- you'd lose it. You went home and sobbed out of frustration. Hot globs of tears fell from your eyes but there was no emotion in your face. Just a clenched jaw- teeth grinding on each other so hard you felt them grating. Maybe a cold shower would help? The chilly liquid dripping down your face until you don't know whether or not it was from the shower head- or your eyes. He was just warming up. Finally allowing himself to show his love for you. The warmth that spread through out your heart was just as quick to leave. THAT is what made you rage. How fleeting something you've worked so hard for was. Then, the anger went towards him. You couldn't help it. It was this deep and ugly feeling. A gut wrenching searing anger that he didn't give you time to indulge in his love. As if he could predict something like this. Which, you also had anger towards. That he somehow didn't predict this outcome. That he didn't think you'd hold in your breath in any environment a touch too sterile. That smell of latex gloves seemed to linger every time he touched your face. So, yes. Damn the world and the anger you had. Because- you wished you smelt that damn rubber scent on your face once more.
Bargaining:
It came in waves. In little things you hardly noticed you were bargaining for. Anything that would stop the process from occurring. A pause that only lasted a second. But, you continued to bargain to get more seconds. First, it was a bow. He loved you in ... orange or red bows? Well... you couldn't hold a funeral if you didn't know the exact shade. Postpone for a day. Postpone for two days. One more... just postpone it a week more. Your heart felt heavier and heavier when you didn't have anymore bargaining chips. You couldn't bury your soulmate. Then it happened. Now you bargained for a different goal. To have more time with him. His badges were crooked. You couldn't leave until they were straightened out. His expression was too dull. Like the time you got him sick when you were younger. So you kept moving his face until he looked more peaceful. Then, he was too cold. You needed a few more minutes to warm him up. Whispering soft 'wake up's into his ear. As if you could bargain him into getting out of the coffin and taking you home. Any other time it would've worked. So, now you bargain. Bargain to the graveyard workers to let you sleep another night on the soil. Curled up as if it was those nights he would read to you. In your mind you could hear it. Smiling peacefully as you were offered you one more bargain chip. To hear his voice. Opening your phone to see a voice audio he left. "Chapter one... the little prince".
Depression:
Grief wasn't linear. You knew that. You had your bursts, times were you wanted to cry and times you laughed because of a memory. But, the constant was the emptiness in your heart. A heartbreak so big because- his love was one that promised to linger in your mind. So, it proved to live to expectation. A soft smile that held no happiness. Tears that held no sadness. Just this absolute nothingness. A contradiction to every emotion displayed on your face. You ignored call after call. The three noises on the other line would offer no solace at the moment. Even if you knew... deep down- they suffered equally as you did. For very different reasons. You mourned for love, they mourned for family. Yet, you couldn't offer comfort where they were- and they couldn't come to you. There was rejoice over his death. Promise of the next and more brutal leader. But, in so... they ignored the people who watched the celebration. The ones who his very being touched and changed for the better. In those same eyes they feared, you found hope. If only they saw the love. The way gentle embraces behind closed doors. Maybe they'd mourn with you. So, you sit with the him shaped hole. The gap that kept oozing. The bruise that wasn't ripe yet. The wound that would scar. Anything... but the man you loved back. Maybe you'll give them a call.
Acceptance:
You felt it. You knew before it happened. It didn't make it any better. But, definitely cushioned the fall. The transition back to normalcy seemed to be the most difficult thing. Even when you long accepted it. It was more of allowing people the space to understand what hardships your heart went through. You've accepted the stares, the whispers, the pitiful looks. You truly had to accept it. He wasn't there any longer. His scent may linger on your sheets for a week longer. You had to come to terms with that and snuggle into it deeper. It was almost mathematical. A process that helped you with grief. Time everything so that you don't lose on opportunities. Ten minutes in the morning to look at old pictures, smell his cologne for two, work for eight hours and come home. Everything had to be this way so you could accept it. Accept that he lived many lifetimes with you. Loved you in all three and finally decided to let you do the mourning instead of him. The thing about acceptance, is that it's emotional. No part of grief allows you to waltz out the door and smile at the sky- finally out of the rut. It's finding out a routine that makes you suppress enough of the emotions down. Or feeling sadness in the pit of your stomach but nodding at the stranger on the street- explaining your loss with a kind smile. This is the part of grief that seemed performative. To allow people to get off your case and live their lives not worried of yours. It's making a weight to put on the balance beam. Even if it's right on the edge.
Sylus: The cigarette that perched on his lips was roughly taken away. He already knew who it was, your scent lodged in his bones. "Dear? I said I'd quit after this case..." It only earned him a peck on the lips- "and... your spouse said now." You showed him the sparkling ring on your finger. The usual banter leaving smile lines on your faces. The promise of showing how great of a life you two had in the future when you're old and gray.
Sylus worked as a detective in the Red light district. Meeting his beautiful spouse on a particularly rough day. He went over files as Luke and Kieran called from University. Sylus made it a point to send the twins to pursue education this time around. "Yeah... I can see the notes you're writing. Luke... didn't I say to work on your penmanship? Kieran isn't absolved from this too. You're assignment was late. I spoke to your professor." He felt a soft tap. Seeing your eyes looking down on him, lips pursed to ask a question. "I have no interest in solicitation." He reaches for his wallet. "Solicitation? I... you're hiring for an assistant position..." His face went red. "Oh... yeah. I am". The rest was history.
Your fingers scooped some gel. Applying it evenly in thin coats to slick his hair back a bit. Small kisses landed to the back of his neck earning you a hoarse laugh. "My dear assistant is being unprofessional." You rolled your eyes, "Your 'assistant' is the reason you crack as many cases as you do, dear...". He could only laugh. "Noted. My beautiful spouse has a tude this morning. How do we fix it?" A kiss. Two kisses. His tongue dragged on your bottom lip, only to hear the loudest CAW known to man. Mephisto reminding you both that he was in the room. "Right... right. Sorry Mephie." Man... he loved this lifetime.
Rafayel: A paintbrush hurled its way towards Rafayel's head. Who else would he call other than his spouse? The only problem is... are you busy with court? "Love? Are you busy?" You spoke quietly. The halls of the court making your voice echo. "Not really. The judge isn't here but I'm ready to go. What's wrong?" He sighed. "My beautiful and hardworking lawyer. AND WHAT'S WRONG?! A DAMN KID THREW A PAINTBRUSH AT ME". You tried... SO hard to not laugh. Your poor husband isn't having a great first day as a elementary school art teacher.
You came home earlier than him. Preparing dinner, stirring the noodles occasionally when the door opened. There he stood- looking like the loser of a paintball competition. Blue streaks on his cheek, pink on his arm, yellow on his leg, a muddy combination of colors on his hair. He refused to shower alone that afternoon. Your hands threading his strands trying to get the dried paint out. "What would I do without you?" You smiled. Kissing his lips gently. "Crash and burn".
You're about to sleep. His arms wrapped around your waist- as his phone lights up. You hear Grayson, the school principal, yelling. "Rafayel... WHERE DID YOU LEAVE THE PAINTBRUSHES?" You looked at Rafayel. "Raf... you did NOT." His face was beet red. "... I threw them in the lake." Thank goodness that his spouse was a lawyer. This seemed to be a pickle only YOU could get him out of. Your price? He had to clean and cook for the entire month. Which he did gladly. Coming home to see him in a little apron to show off he's committed to this bit.
Xavier: Office romance is REALLY hard to hide. Especially when your husband is so damn clingy. You turned in your cubicle, holding to the arms of your chair to crack your back. "That's not good... I'll crack your back for you at home." He said it SO loud. "Xavier... I'll write you up with HR." It was a tease, more of a 'hey! shut up.' He looked at you with a blank expression. "HR? For cracking my spouse’s back?" Great. Now everyone was buzzing with life. The new thing was your marriage to Xavier.
You both ate in his car- your fingers unwrapping the foil of your burrito. "You did that on purpose didn't you?" He smirked. You feel the disturbance to your spousal instincts. Closing your eyes- you put the pointer and middle finger of both hands to your temple. "If I turn... and you're laughing- I'll tickle you." You opened your eyes to see him opening the driver's side door to run. Thats how you both came to the office with mud stained clothing. Spitting out grass and leaves.
Xavier's favorite threat? "I'm going to cook tonight". That made your face go sheet white. But, you got home a bit after Xavier to see the table prepared with so much food that ACTUALLY looked edible. You sent messages to your loved ones saying your 'I love you's' incase you didn't make it out after dinner. You took a cautious bite... it was REALLY good. After you felt like a stuffed turkey- you went to the kitchen to do the dishes. Seeing empty bags of multiple take out places... right. Of course, you should've known. Your eye twitched. Looking back to see Xavier making a run for it.
Zayne: You did medical research. But, want to know you most reoccurring resource? Your husband. So it's always known... 4pm is when you'll waddle into the hospital. You came a little after 4:30 this day, however. Feeling hands twirl you around to make you face him. "You're late, my brain." You could only smile. "Traffic got really hectic, my hands." The nickname came from an interviewer. Saying that Zayne was the hands on spouse while you were the brain. Your research proposing many alternatives to medicine or explaining the true severity to different diagnosis’.
Your feet laid on Zayne's lap as he rubbed your heels. "I feel like I'm going through a loop. There is proof. I triple checked my statistics, the validity to my claims... hell! I even did a trial myself with my money!." He offered you a listening ear. "So, the problem is that the board isn't listening?" The next week you found the board looking... afraid of you. Signing off on documents to let you propose and do actual research on your claim. You knew in your gut who made it happen... Zayne. He believed in you more than anyone in the world.
At home he held you close to his chest in the bath. "I know what you did. Thank you." You looked up at him, laying your chin on his hard chest. He smiled at you. His eyes looking at you like you were a rare jewel. "Not a problem... not for my brain." The chuckle that left your lips made his heart jumpstart all over again. Your wet hand intertwined in his. "In this life... let's do this everyday." He nods. Kissing the top of your head. "Everyday... I can do that."
Caleb: He married his first love. His childhood best friend. He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You sat between his legs as he combed out your hair, making it neat and presentable for work. "After we land let's go to the breakfast place we saw in Paris?" You nodded gently. Eyes closed in bliss as he took his time. Landing occasional kisses behind your ear. "Lovely... beautiful... all the adjectives to say you look like a dream this morning." You scrunched your nose a bit. "You big sap."
You entered the cockpit to ask him if there would be any delays, per the request of a traveler. He looked up when he saw you. Cue the cheesy husband he was. "Mayday! Mayday! A smoking hottie walking in the cockpit. Evacuate immediately!" You rolled your eyes. "Delays? Traveler is insistent on getting to Paris as quickly as the plane allows us." He shook his head gently. "That information is classified. If only my spouse... gives me five minutes. Then I'll tell you." So there you were. Sat on his lap as he pointed to the different areas of the earth to tell you where was were. He placed a kiss on your lips after five minutes. "No delays. Just a husband wanting to land quickly to take his spouse to tourist spots."
When you got to the hotel in Paris he was all over you. Oiling your scalp like always as he gathered everything you needed for a spa day. Which led to you giving him a well deserved massage for being the worlds best husband. You kissed his cheek. "Remember when we were kids and you peed your pants on a big ride?" Oh that does it... he rolled over. Pinning you to the bed as he tickled you. "You said you'd stop teasing me about that!" You laughed hysterically. "Mercy! Mercy! The oil! Baby!!"
Dip speaks: Thanks for reading! But, next might be ANGST. I'm going to get ya. 🚬 🐺
Dipper's Delusions (But Long)
(It's split into two parts so keep reading for resolutions!)
Tags: NSFW (MDNI), AFAB reader, pure filth. Read at your own discretion, ANGST, they act mean, mentions of stalking, toxic behaviors, messy relationship dynamics, fluff ending, break ups/makeup
Intro: This break up was NOT mutual. He made that known in every possible way. But, you were a woman riddled with pride, often stopping you from making things right until it was too late. The day was so vivid in your memories that you tried anything to get it out. The soft television static as you stared at his devastated expression. It was like you somehow confirmed that his worse nightmare WAS true... he truly was unlovable. You never seen him crumble until that night. You had to manually stop every muscle in your body to rush to his aid. The way he was hunched forward sobbing into the carpet. Those eyes that never begged for anything but you. You felt your mistake at that moment. But, you couldn't get yourself to make it right.
You want to know what made it even worse? It wasn't his hoarse voice sobbing for you to stop packing your things. It wasn't him telling you that you were all he had, no... none of that. It was when you ripped your jacket off the hanger and saw something fall from your harsh movement. He didn't even notice that you saw it. Not with how hysterical he was. The small jewelry box. Fuck. How, you hated yourself when you realized... he wanted to propose.
It's been months. You tried so hard to maintain your pride. But, when the spring flowers wilted... when the air got colder... you knew. You were at fault. You broke up over something that could've been an honest conversation. You found yourself going on so many dates to get your mind off of it. But, you couldn't even get yourself to feel real emotions with these bachelors. You were picking at the steak, listening to the ramblings of a coworker who went on and on about how many wanderers he's killed. Your mind was elsewhere... more like it was thinking about a timeline that didn't exist anymore. It was now fall. You'd probably be looking at venues with him. He'd kiss your temples as you skimmed through wedding catalogs. Knowing yourself... you'd probably have to close his eyes as you looked for wedding dresses. Now you're here, biting into cold steak.
You felt eyes on you constantly. It was not unnerving for one reason or another. You knew who that gaze belonged to. You wanted nothing more to rush to him and apologize. But, when you did... you were met with absolute and unadulterated rage. He was crumbling and YOU were out giving affection to other people. Trying to start a new life that was supposed to be HIS. So... started the "trial period". An agreement made by you. Let him take his anger out. Become the outlet for his hostile emotions. In return, whenever he's ready... you can settle on whether or not he wanted to continue the relationship.
Rafayel: (1) His usual bubbly and dramatic behavior was long gone. He was stoic and almost brooding. Moving your hand every time you tried to intertwine your fingers with his. It's fine. You'll stick to the agreement. You pushed all your spit to the front of you mouth, dispensing it to his length. Usually, this would have his body shivering. Making him look at you with a soft blush and a plea to continue. But, when you looked up... you saw him expressionless. His fingers threaded through your hair, grabbing a handful towards the base of your skull. Your eyes widened as your air got cut off by him using you like a toy. Not even a pant was heard from him. "Did you do this with everyone you went on a date with too?" You shook your head as you shut your eyes tightly. "Say it... use your words". You tried to talk but he'd push farther and farther into your inviting mouth. "Come on... oh right, you can't."
(2) You were draped over Rafayel's lap as he painted. Shivering slightly as you not even a cloth adorned your skin. He dragged the jade color on the canvas as his other hand occupied itself pressing the tip of another paintbrush on your sensitive bud. Your hips lifted a bit only for him to smack your ass so hard you flopped back down. He continued until you felt the paintbrush entering you. "Keep it there. If it so much as moves... our contract ends." His thumb rubs soft circles on your bud as you clawed at the couch. His large hand gave yours a harsh smack as well, reminding you the amount his couch costed. "Did I give you permission to destroy my couch? No? So keep your hands forward." You toes circled as he rubbed you just the way you liked. But, you had to work overtime to tell your pussy not to clench or pulse. There was no way you'd lose this chance.
(3) You had sex with Rafayel when he was in his lemurian form before. But, it was gentle and understanding of your mortal body. He would rock into you as your hand pumped his second length. That wasn't the case at the moment. His webbed hands covered your mouth as you laid on top of your ripped clothes on the sand. His tail swishing so violently that it kept splashing the shallow sea water onto your face and body. Your nails dug on his back so hard as he rocked into both your holes. The force and pace was inhuman. Yet, you didn't care. Not right now. He was finally making noises. Finally moaning your name desperately. His cocks rubbing against each other from the gummy layer separating both your holes. You felt your face getting splashed more and more with the water, making it hard for you to breathe. It somehow made it even more pleasurable. "F-fuck... stop fucking moving. I'm going to cum soon. Hold your breath until then. It won't be long."
Xavier: (1) Oh... how pissed he was. He opted for silent treatment. He laid on his back before bed. You only wore panties and a tank top. He made you straddle his naked lap. "I'm going to bed. Grind on it until I'm awake. Don't stop." He was out like a light. Holding on to your hip gently. You pushed the silk fabric to the side as you slid back and forth on his length. The edge of his tip rubbing deliciously on your clit. This would be fine... amazing actually. Until it was hours in and he would NOT wake up. Your body shaking and trembling. But, you knew the moment you stopped he'd wake up and end the contract. He started to stir awake after another two hours. When he rubbed his eyes you finally stopped moving. Your cheek placed on his chest as you panted. He moved your face off him, grabbing his length to press against your anticipating hole. Pushing the tip in only to pull it back with a pop."You haven't got your fill? What a greedy thing."
(2) You should've known there was more to it when he asked you to the park. Or the second message ordering you to wear a skirt and nothing else underneath. You really should've known. Public sex wasn't really in his alley. He didn't like the idea of anyone else seeing you. But, since you went on those dates... you dressed up for them... you wanted to be seen, huh? Now here you were. Reduced to a babbling, begging, sobbing mess. People frequently passed by in the path you were being ravaged at. He had you in reverse cowgirl. Making you look at people getting closer and closer, all while being covered by your body. His hips jerking into you so hard that you couldn't stop moaning. His balls slapping your clit every single time making your tits bounce violently. "Oh... look. Someone's getting closer." The thrusts sped up. You slapped at his arm to get him to slow down at least. Anything. But, he leans to your ear. A promise and a threat laced deliciously into one. "Don't. The pretty contract said I could do whatever I please."
(3) You saw his newest bank statement going to glow in the dark markers. Not really knowing what his intentions were with it. But, you paid it absolutely no mind. Until the bedroom is pitch black and you knew exactly what he had in store for you. His name was written all over your body as if he was claiming you in the most humiliating way possible. Your cheeks had his name written on it, one on each tit, the valley of your breasts, your ass, tiny little 'Xavier's scribbled on each fold. He used his evol to light the room up, setting the ink. "No one will see this, don't worry... unless there is a power outage". Cheeky bastard. His lips latched on to your neck. Fucking into your swollen puffy pussy as his pace never relented. Not when he could see his name laying ownership on every inch of your skin. Chuckling to himself as you started to get close to your orgasm. "Who owns this pussy? Tell me." His name came out of your lips as a broken squeal. "No. Say it again. Every syllable." This kept happening over and over again. "Say my name once more... promise it's the last time". You both knew it wouldn't be.
Zayne: (1) You were getting a "check-up". So normal right? Yeah it's also normal that he spread your folds with his pointer and ring finger, the middle finger circling your entrance. "Any sexual activity in the last couple of months?" There was something... borderline sinister laced in his tone. The pad of his finger tapped at your entrance, a hint to respond quickly. You shook your head. The smirk on his face did NOT go unnoticed. His middle and ring finger inserting inside you. "Good girl." Even with the praise... you still felt tension from him. Your legs trembling on the hospital bed as he pushed his fingers out and in with the loudest squelching sounds. He used his evol on his stethoscope. Rubbing the even cooler metal on your nipples. Seeing how beautifully they hardened and peaked. All while his other hand worked on pumping in and out of you. He kissed your belly softly. "I'm going to listen to your heart for any... abnormalities." His stethoscope kept rubbing on your nipples, no where near your heart.
(2) You were his plus one to a medical gala. Dressed in a backless, long sleeved black dress. His hand stayed on the soft arch of your back. It was a good night... or it was in your mind. You spoke to the male doctors a little too much, in Zayne's eyes. Smiled too politely. Which he didn't tell you he had a problem with, more like... he showed you he had a problem with it. His hand escorting you quickly to his car. Your hand going to open the passenger door but he pushed you to the backseat. Now, that's how you got into this position. Your heel was almost falling off your foot as he rammed into you. The back of his car was cramped for both of you. The car was fogged up, rocking violently, everything just a clear show of what was going on inside. His hand covering your clit. Not letting you touch yourself as he fucked you into oblivion. "You don't get to cum until I do". He was nothing but a patient man. He would last hours if it meant pulling multiple orgasms from you. "I feel you tightening up. Keep it in."
(3) You went to pick him up from the bar. He wasn't one to drink, obviously. But, this was the first time in many years he's even agreed to go with his colleagues. He was on you like a savage animal on the dining table. Setting you on the middle of it. Clawing at your clothes as he crawled towards you. His large body covering yours. His hands cradled your head as he spoke roughly in your ear. "Missed this? Huh? To think... those people were so close to you." Your words came out like pants. His hand gripped your cheeks hard. "Speak.. brat." You clawed at his arms. The pleasure was so overwhelming. "Get your hands off me. Compose yourself and respond to what I said to you. NOW". Yes, sir.
Sylus: (1) You struck his pride. So, be prepared to face those consequences. One on your tits was in his mouth as he fucked into you so slowly. He bit on the soft squishy flesh. Leaving the same bite marks he left on your other breast. You didn't know what to beg for anymore. Beg for him to stop biting so hard? Or beg him to speed up? You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your eyes saying everything you wanted to say. Usually he'd accommodate, he'd smile at you and do whatever for your pleasure. But, he just moved his teeth to your shoulder. Then, to your collarbones. By the end you were littered with bite marks and desperate because he kept edging you towards an orgasm only to deny you. Motioning for you to leave his room even though he didn't cum either. "Leave. I'm tired."
(2) You were upside down. Your vision blurring every time his length pushes into the back of your throat. His evol kept you flush against his body face as he licked soft and slow swipes of your pussy. It seemed he was getting off on this. Going so desperately slow that you felt like it was torture. Your hands were tied behind your back, clawing at the manipulated energy of his evol. He groaned into your pussy as he rubbed the tip into the back of your throat again. His hands snaking to your head to keep his length deep in your mouth, grinding until you were forced to swallow all he had to give you. Giving your neglected bud a soft lick, making you crash to the edge quickly. He knew your body so well, made it so it was one of the most unsatisfying orgasms of your life. He chuckled into your folds, "what's the groan for?" You tried to speak even if his soft cock was in your mouth, but, you were cut off by him sucking on your bud. Eating you like a man starved. You whined. The sound was a warning for what was to cum. He pulled back when you gushed on his face, a gurgled sob escaping your throat. "Again. Give me ten more. I don't care how long it takes."
(3) His room had a massive mirror. You thought it was to admire himself or something. Only to find out he bought it the day after you both were intimate the first time. Now, he was using it to his advantage. His hands cupped your face forward as he pounded you from behind. His abs rubbing against your back as he smiled at you through the mirror. You head leaned forward, nuzzling into the black satin sheets only for him to use force your gaze back towards the mirror. "Kitten, I told you not to stop looking at the mirror". It was too much. He looked like a greek god with how his sweat dampened his hair, how it trickled down his eyebrow, how it glistened his abs. "You're tightening up, doll. Do you like this?"
Caleb: (1) His sweet girl is gone in his eyes. The moment he saw you on all those dates, it seemed like you faded away. But, lucky you... he was MORE than willing to bring you back. To show you who you belonged to. He wasn't acting like Caleb. No, absolutely not. He was Colonel Caleb. He would put you through this trial run and break you down until you knew better. His mechanical hand kept vibrating on your nub as his evol pinned you to the bed. You shrieked as you felt it heating up so much to the point it was an unbearable heat. "Nuh uh pips... Five more seconds." Your eyes were welling with tears. The pleasure and the uncomfortable burn was making you see stars and come back to in seconds. "One..." he kept pressing harder on your poor abused nub. "Two." You were squealing at this point. Wanting to cum so badly but the burn was making you move your hips away. "Three." He moved. The burn replaced with an ache and disappointment of not having an orgasm.
(2) You were sitting in the co-pilot seat as Caleb flew you personally. It should be a great honor to be here. To be flown by Colonel Caleb personally like he was your butler. Until he put it into autopilot. Pulling you on to his lap. Slipping his hard length into your greedy hole. "Make me cum in ten minutes. Go on. I'm not going to help you". Your hands were placed on his toned thighs as you rode him. His mouth latched on your tit. You didn't know if he was doing everything on purpose or not. Usually at the five minute mark he was pulling the condom off to fill you up properly. But, now it was eight minutes and nothing. Not even a drop of cum. You felt the aircraft drop. Hurdling to the earth. You looked at Caleb in panic. "Two minutes... you have two minutes for me to fix this." You barley made it on time. Your heart racing as he landed safely. Your womb full of his cum.
(3) Days like this you realized how strong Caleb was. He lifted you up in a full nelson position whilst keeping your crotchless panties on. Fucking into you hard as his evol kept you up. He used the time his hands were free to grab your phone. Easily getting in and going to your contacts. One by one he was deleting every single man in your contact list. "Did you go on a date with him? Hmm?" You had to be honest. Giving him a meek nod. He growled in your ear. Slamming into you harder as he blocked the number. "Going on dates... all while soaking my cock? Didn't take you for a slut, pips... don't worry. I'll make her pay the consequences." He rubbed your bud with his mechanical fingers. He smiled at the mess. His fingers grazing the fabric of your panties. "You'll give me this pair when I'm done with you." Your liquids sprayed all over the furniture. Gasping for air as he chuckled. "You're a big girl... you'll clean your filth up later."
FINAL DAY OF CONTRACT: Winter was finishing up. The promise of spring showing with how the blossoms were scattered on the streets. You had your hands deep into your pockets. Fingers shaking slightly with anticipation as you waited for him to say something, anything. He opened his mouth to speak but just as quickly shut it closed again. You didn't know why... but, you felt you needed to start the conversation. "I... I saw the engagement ring". You saw the way his shoulders shook. As if he wanted to cry or maybe he was just riddled with stress. His hands went into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the box. The same cut, style and stone you wanted. Something so uniquely you. A promise that, no matter what, he'd always adore you.
Rafayel (pt.2): "My beloved bride... let's go home". You didn't need further coaxing. Smiling to yourself as you placed your things back into his house. He took you to the ocean, the waves hitting the shore so melodically that it almost lulled you to sleep. He smiled as he put down the blanket for a picnic, his gaze focused on the ring on your pretty finger. He kissed your temples as he whispered praises and confessions of love. "I love your eyes... kiss... your nose... kiss... your lips..." He pulled you to his lap. "Let me show you how much I love ALL of you."
Your bodies moved together like a beautiful dance. Your breasts pressed tightly on to his chest as he rocked up into you. "I love you..." "I love you..." "A-ah... I love you". You loved when he was like this. Cheeks and ears tinted in a rosy blush. How his eyes shut closed and he nibbles at his lower lip. He held you so close to him, his fingers rubbing your nub. "Come on... feel good on me. Please". You finally let go. The ecstasy and romance making it so overwhelmingly good. Especially how your walls were painted by his warm liquid love.
Xavier (pt.2): "My light... you're all I'll ever want." You both walked around Linkon. It was an unspoken thing between you two, walking aimlessly to expend the night as much as possible. He kept making excuses to look at your ring, even if he was the one who bought it. "Oh such a pretty ring madam... who got this for you?" He teased you all night. How beautifully your prince smiled as the sun started to set. His fingers intertwined with yours. Kissing your knuckles as you both headed home.
His kisses got more and more heated. Your apartment smelt just like you. You chest pressed against the wall, your leg propped up with his hand as he thrusted into you. "Sorry... I'll make it up to you. Promise." He groaned into your ear. You could feel his balls tense as he was reaching his peak. "S-shit... you feel so good.." You both flew off the edge. He pulled out a bit to spray the rest of his cum on your folds.
Zayne (pt.2): "My love... I'll always make time for you." He took you to a small bakery he found after the breakup. His smile never falling as he held on to your hand. The smell of croissants, cupcakes, chocolate, macaroons filling your nose. Warm rich hot chocolate filling your throat. He took your hand as he got his phone out, snapping a picture of your ring alongside the cute atmosphere of the bakery. "Help me with a caption, dear?"
He pants into your neck. His dick rubbing between your folds. The slit of his tip rubbing precum on your little nub. He kissed your neck as he groaned. "Fuck... I'm not even inside you yet and you feel this good." His thrusts sped up as he drizzled his cum on your folds. Grunting before he pushes his sensitive dick into your pussy. "I got one more... cum with me baby." You didn't even need to be told twice. His whimpering mess made you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Sylus (pt.2): "Kitten... what a beautiful art piece you are". When you got home everything was set up beautifully. Luke, Kieran and even Mephisto in on it. You could see the gold paint on Mephisto's beak and Luke & Kieran's hands. The dining table had an array of food scattered throughout. Sylus led you to your seat, seeing your name etched in gold on the side of it. Giving you a permanent seat in his dining table. He kissed your finger, right on the ring he got you. "Now... I'd get to see you every afternoon for dinner."
He made love to passionately. Cradling your head as he rocked gently into you. "There you go, angel. You feel so good, pure heaven." He kissed your face lovingly. Rocking a bit faster to get deeper inside you. Your legs shook gently as they wrapped around his waist. He nuzzled his cheek into yours. "Cum with me... please angel." You nodded as your walls tightened around his length, a clear sign you were there. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you both came together. His cum dripping out of you.
Caleb (pt.2): "Pipsqueak... I've been waiting for so long to call you my wife." He brought you back to his home in Skyhaven. Leading you to your shared room as he got a box from the closet. Handing you a photo album he was preparing for you. "It has all our memories... and some letters I was writing." You looked at your pictures from your childhood, high school years, when you'd visit each other during college. But, you saw the letters he made you. The poems and sonnets of him even as a young boy... all saying he'd marry you one day.
Your hands laid on his chest as you rode him gently. You panted and moaned as he stared up at you with those big puppy dog eyes. "Y-yes... you know my body so well..." You saw his muscles flex and twitch, so you kissed his temple. Seeing him bite his lip so hard you could've sworn he'd bleed. "I can't... fuck.. not until you do." You came hard on his length. Seeing his head roll back as he came inside you over and over again. Seeing the warm liquid spill out and coat your thighs.
Dipper's notes: It's a long one. Thanks for reading!
Tags: Cosplayer Reader x LADS
Want to branch out to other fandoms. Also cosplay with my friends so it's me tying my fav things together. (each character gets 2 options)
Introduction: Chaotic schedules made you both yearn for some normalcy. You cosplayed often at conventions to destress. You had an upcoming convention coming up that you planned to attend for two days. Two cosplays were in your line up to wear. It was a fun activity that you didn't really think your S/O would be interested in. But... he adores you. Letting you even pick out two cosplays for him to wear. So... what did you choose?
Rafayel (Howl: Howl's Moving castle AND Oikawa from Haikyuu): This man flaunts it. Puffing out his chest and all. He started walking around the convention taking pictures and signing autographs.
He didn't opt for a wig or contacts. He truly believes that his beautiful eyes and hair shouldn't be covered up.
Zayne (Nanami: Jujutsu Kaisen AND Law: One Piece): He doesn't put up a fight with dressing up. BUT, you did have to convince him a couple times that he didn't look ridiculous.
He doesn't wear wigs but opts for you using a bit of blonde hair chalk or spray on him. He even goes to the gym a little bit longer to fill out the costumes.
Xavier (Usui: Maid-Sama! AND Link: The Legend of Zelda): He stares at you blankly. The maid-sama bit was a bit on the nose for him. BUT... he's convinced the Link is because he convinced himself the costume looks like Lumiere. He's more delusional than us.
He looks like the characters a fair bit (I genuinely think he looks like Link so that's why I put this here). Now wigs for him BUT he does put on contacts.
Sylus (Bakugo: My Hero Academia AND Sukuna: Jujutsu Kaisen): He didn't even NEED to go to the gym. Just slapped the costumes on and called it a day. This all stemmed because of a joke where you said he looked like an adult Bakugo. The Sukuna bit was a joke from Luke and Kieran. He is the farthest thing from Sukuna... but, to those who cross him?
He actually lets you put a wig on for Sukuna but you both opted for temporary hair dye. The Bakugo cosplay didn't require him to do anything.
Caleb (Portgas D. Ace: One Piece AND Choso: Jujutsu Kaisen): This one is self explanatory (actually.. I just have a type I guess. These are my big three and I LOVE YAPPING ABOUT THEM). All three are crash outs, older brother figure, all... met their graves too soon. OOPS. All sexy too.
He got small extensions for the Choso cosplay. Opting for brown contacts for Ace and makeup to enhance his freckles. Caleb let you do WHATEVER you wanted on him.
Dip Notes: HIII!! Just wanted to give a special thanks to @xaviaurora for helping me out with Rafayel. I would NOT have thought to include Howl. Bye bye for now! I hope you all enjoyed :)
TAGS: Fluff, AFAB reader, children, men who yearn... ARE MEN WHO EARN.
Intro: Your kingdom reeked of smoke and burnt produce. The heat was so palpable that it seemed to stick to everyone's skin. Leaving yours to always be damp with soft sweat. The war was taking far too long to end. Your parents, the king and queen, opting for more drastic measures. Securing your hand to a foreign kingdom could provide aid and stability to your tiny kingdom. You weren't one for dramatics. Only nodding hesitantly as the documents were filled and signed over. Whilst, you didn't want to marry out of convenience... you also didn't want to see your people starve or succumb to the war.
The resources and power of the foreign kingdom would be enough to end the war and establish your own as one of the greats. One to not be messed with. Your people could now live in peace for your sacrifice. It would help that he was easy on the eyes.
It wasn't hard to convince him for your hand. He knew you. From prior balls were you didn't even spare him a passing glance. Now it was relatively the same. You still didn't grant him a passing glance in your shared castle. But, oh... how he longed for you. You were completely unaware of his sentiments for you. However, you'd soon find out.
Sea god Rafayel: You picked at your food with the gold plated fork. Your lips parting to make a comment but stopping halfway. Rafayel cleared his throat, "something's on your mind. Say it". You gave a curt nod before speaking "I thought it would be highly inappropriate to eat one's own kind". He let out an amused laugh. "Seafood? It's the circle of life, my dear. Eat or be eaten. Humans truly know nothing.. do they?" You shook your head a bit. Feeling more comfortable to take a bite of the seafood. It was rich and buttery. Light with the slight taste of the ocean. His hand grazed yours, picking it up in his soft delicate palm. "May I?" You nod. He places kisses to your knuckles. You felt a burning feeling in your throat. A lump forming as he nuzzled against your hand. "You don't need to feel the same... just know one thing. You will always have a place in my heart."
You found yourself easing into Rafayel. Gradually picking up with his steps. Finding yourself nuzzled in his embrace as he showed you his art pieces. More often than not you just found that... you couldn't be apart from him. His head laid on your lap as you fixed up his hair. You held golden shears as you cut small bits of his violet strands. "Raf... I think I'll do this wrong." He only smiled up at you. "You could never do wrong in my eyes. I trust you." He bit back a smirk. "Besides, If I look awful I'll tell everyone it's because my dear wife is possessive."
The kingdom was pushing for an heir after the anniversary of your marriage. You sat on the bed. The lump crawling back into your throat. You loved Rafayel. But, you were afraid. What if he changed? What if all he was doing was wooing you for an heir?
Rafayel kissed behind your ear. "Listen to me. We go at your pace.. okay?" You nod gently. Breathing out gently. "I'm scared.." His gaze softened. Looking at you like you were a wet trembling animal he needed to protect. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Have I ever told you... you always happen to be the most beautiful woman in the room?" He got up. Extending his hand for you to take. He lead you to the garden. You looked at it in awe. You. Paintings full of your face. Painted in a way that showed you how utterly devoted he was.
(Skip forward) Rafayel was a proud dad of twins. One girl and one boy. Both had your hair and his face. Oh, how he doted on them. Kissing their cheeks constantly. The kingdom was quick to choose the boy as the heir. Leading to constant protests from a moody Rafayel. "No. Whoever shows they are ready for the throne gets it." He will NOT back down when it comes to showing equality to your children.
Crown of Light Xavier: A man beyond his age. When you heard of him at first, you thought he was an old man. But, when you saw him... it was another story. He was beautiful. You averted your gaze away from him. The side of your face seemed to be cradled by the candlelight. He smiled softly. "Do you like the light?" Your eyebrows furrowed but you decided to indulge him with a soft nod. His palm extended, a bead of light appeared only to transform to a bunny.
As soon as the precious moment occurred, it seemed to fleet just as fast. News of the kingdom awaiting an heir seemed to strike Xavier down. He hardly spoke to you. Leaving you to go into the bed chambers and sleeping. Dozing off as if he didn't have a wife.
You sat on the plush cushion of the couch. Embroidering a pillow for your future children if your husband just got out of his bed chambers for once. Then, you saw him standing at the doorway. His face looking like he mourned you. You spoke softly, "what troubles you so much?" He shuddered before he took a seat next to you. Whatever he was about to say seemed to be rehearsed. "I.. can... I can not give you children." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Can't or will not?" He shook his head gently. "Will not."
The castle has been tense ever since. You hardly spoke to him. It was the casual difference of him saying will not rather than could not. You sat on the silk bed in your bed chambers. Looking at nothing in particular. Rather, you were deep in thought about how you even got into this situation. Xavier walked into the room, blowing the soft flames of the candles that illuminated your room. You were about to protest... but, his hand rose. "Just... let me speak okay?" You nodded quietly. "It's not that I do not want children with you. It's more that I... I'm scared. Terrified actually. What if I'm not a good father? What if I don't last long enough to see them into adulthood.. I... I can't". Your hand went to the small of his back. Truly the most reassuring thing you could've done. He smiled softly. Using his evol to make a little light show for you as an apology. Light illuminated the room, forming intricate shapes.
You two had triplets on the first go. Poor Xavier's heart nearly dropped. But, he was making the most of it. Two little girls with golden strands and your eyes. The boy inheriting your hair and his blue eyes. King Xavier was reduced to a restless father. His girls pulling at his locks while the boy nestled in his chest... he wouldn't have it any other way.
Ice King Zayne: "I'd like to formally introduce my-". He walked away before you could even finish your sentence. Your eyes widened. What? He was the one who rushed your union. So why was he pushing you away? Did he think you lower than him?
You avoided him like a plague and so did he. The ice of his evol was not the only thing making this castle so... frigid. You ended up developing a routine: wake up, finish up royal tasks, meet with your ladies in waiting, eat in the empty dining table, and go to bed. 150 steps to your bed chambers. So you started counting again and again. 150 exact. What a mundane and boring life.
Today was no different. 150 steps to leave your room and to the dining table. But, this time you saw Zayne eating. You took your seat and ate in silence. The day was pretty pleasant afterwards. 150 steps to the chambers... 1...2...3. You only counted to 50 until you felt a hand grab your wrist and tug you somewhere else. Your mind was on autopilot. 150... 151? 180 steps to Zayne's chambers. Wait.. why are you in his chambers? He helped you out of your robe. His gaze appreciative of the silk white nightgown you wore. You looked up at him baffled. But, he just tugged you into bed with him. You were spooned into his embrace. Back hitting his muscular chest.
You were weak. How else do you explain just sleeping comfortably? He nuzzled his face into your neck. "I'm... not one for affection. I really tried... I just find being away from you is unbearable." What you didn't know is that he was a mess around you. The times he rushed away from you... he was hiding in the corner of the room blushing like a fool. He was not good at being vulnerable at all. But, he will try for you.
Twin girls appeared in his arms. Both having your face, your hair, your mannerisms. His genes didn't seem to even fight it. He thanked all the wishing he did. These little girls thawed the rest of his frigid heart that you couldn't reach. He would always carry snacks hidden under his heavy crown. Chocolate for the eldest twin, strawberry jam packets for the other, and whatever you craved. All with a faint blush whenever he was around you.
Dragon Sylus: You signed up for a marriage… not this. You were stuck in the tower being guarded by a damn dragon? You knew his name was Sylus. Knew he was also the king of the kingdom. Knew he preferred to be alone and recluse in the tower. Knew he hated humans. But, also knew he had to endure to keep the kingdom out of ruins.
He clung to you. His strong voice squeaking out. What happened to this strong dragon? “M-may.. I hold on to your ribbon?” You nod. His long fingers twirled around the ribbon that laid behind your dress. The one that held your waist. His black nails scratching lightly on it. “Pretty.”
You woke up more often than not in his arms. He always asked before he touched you. Not wanting to scare you off. His finger tips were ash black. His nails pointed and sharp. The noir color fading past his knuckle to reveal pale skin. Your fingers reached his horns earning you a soft groan. “They’re sensitive, my belle.” You took your hands off. He looked at you with almost worry. His nail dragging on your soft cheek. “Do I.. scare you?” You shot up. Wanting to protest. He shook his head. Getting up and leaving the room.
You found him mopping by a small nest that could only fit you and him if you squeezed. Maybe he made it so he could envelop you whole? That’s how he felt he could protect you. Your hand petted his hair. Asking.. begging to talk. He looked up at you. “I don’t want to scare you. It’s hard enough to ask you to have heirs with me. They’d be half dragon and half human.. I can’t ask you to create monsters.” You shook your head. Explaining you didn’t find him repulsive. But, his hand found yours again. “D-don’t.. not for my sake. I’d do anything for you. My horns? I’ll shave them down. Look more human. I’ll cut the claws.. the fangs too. Anything. Please.. I don’t wish to frighten you.” When you finally got him to see reason, he slept soundly on your chest.
He was the best girl dad. His little girl had your hair and his crimson eyes. She had the most fierce personality anyone had ever seen. More importantly… she had her dad wrapped around her finger. He’d always make her a nest. Always laugh whenever she started showing her dragon side. You two would take her to the gardens so she could enjoy the sun.
God of War Caleb: Strategically, this was a match made in heaven. His kingdom was one that never lost a battle. The soldiers were all top quality and ruthless when it came to protecting the crown. But, you grew up with Caleb. The powerful king was the same person who’d fuss over your dress, fix your ribbons, put your shoes on for you. His reward? You hardly acknowledged him as a romantic prospect. Hardly batting an eye to him at the balls.
How long would it take for him to snap? Not long actually.. you’re his wife now. His queen. You were blissfully unaware to his romantic sentiments. Usually giving him the same polite nod as always. Caleb… was a good and dear friend. Until tonight.
His hand snaked to the small of your back. Keeping you pressed against him. His cheek rubbed against yours. His voice… soft. Almost melodic. “Am I not enough? I’m yours… so humbly yours. My heart..” He placed your hand on his warm chest. Your fingertips feeling his steady and strong heartbeat. “This… it beats for you.” You could only swallow hard. Your eyes flickering with recognition. You truly loved him.
He followed you around like a lost puppy. Making countless excuses as for why he needed to be in your line of sight. No one understood how this man crumbled to a pathetic fool over you. But, they weren’t crazy enough to question him. A single utter of your name had his intention. If it was a negative comment? The person would rather be dead and gone than face Caleb’s wrath. Come hell or high water, that man would go to war for your dignity.
Caleb had his heir. A boy who looked exactly like him. A carbon copy down to his pout. He adored the boy.. absolutely. But, mentally cursed himself because he wished he looked a bit more like you. He also cursed himself because his son is EXACTLY like him. Caleb would follow you around for affection or praise, only to get knocked by his son. His son was equally possessive and jealous over your time. A chaotic but loving home is what I can best describe it as.
Tags: ANGST. LITERALLY SM ANGST. CAUTION! (Death, attempts, and substances mentioned)
So sorry my little dippers. I had a dream and we will ALL suffer.
Context: You thought you had the wanderer mission controlled. You truly did. Hindsight is 20/20. You laid in a white coffin, cold and unmoving. You didn't really choose it out. But, white made you look like an angel. Their angel.
Xavier: He's a bundle of anxiety at this point. It was meant to be him first... right? He couldn't wait another lifetime for you. This one hit him the hardest. Three funerals. Three times he's had to lay you in the ground. He started writing. The shop was under his care since his friend wanted him to do something productive. Many books came to fruition. All with the same hero/heroine that had your charisma, looks, even the same jokes you told. Your memory laid in black ink on pages of devoted love. But, like clockwork Xavier would go to you apartment (he rented out your apartment when the lease ended). He would leave everything how you left it. "My light.. I'm home". No response.
Rafayel: Even he thought he'd make paintings in your honor. But, he couldn't. Everything reminded him of you and the you shaped hole in his heart. Grayson would see Rafayel having meltdowns constantly. Most of the time he'd throw or snap brushes that held paint that reminded him of you. Your hair color, the color of your lips, your eyes, etc. Your coffin laid in a mausoleum in the depths of the sea. He would always go visit it. Swimming laps around it before laying on top of the white coffin. "Cutie... I'm here. Missed me?" A crowd of fishes circled the mausoleum. His confirmation that you were listening.
Zayne: He's a mess. He got leave from work. Taking that time to visit all the places he went with you. One that journey he found a hallucinogenic. NO way would he ever do anything like this... but, he's desperate to see you. He laid there on his hotel bed. Clutching at his chest as he looked at the time go by. Why wasn't it working? Until it did. You laid on your side. It was so real... he could even feel you. Your warmth. The way you smiled at him. He nuzzled into you. "My love... stay." The cold hotel air lulled him to sleep. He slept well that night. The world wasn't that cruel to remind him he was holding a pillow and not you.
Sylus: He had bags under his eyes. He sat at the edge of his bed thinking your burial over and over again. Did he do a good job at sending you off? You were covered in all kinds of gemstones and beautiful shiny objects. He called over Luke and Kieran for an important task. Both getting a mausoleum behind his home. He was there every morning and night. Placing a soft kiss on your coffin. "Kitten... I'll be home soon alright" turned to desperation "Y/N... wake up. You're not still mad at me for leaving you first the first time... right?" Luke and Kieran weren't doing well either. They tried to walk up to comfort Sylus but ended up breaking down too. After all... who do you think left red and black painted roses on your coffin? Mephisto found his new resting spot on you. Never leaving you. Their best friend.
Caleb: The skin around his nails were red and raw. He was a mess. His only reason for living was gone. His emotions kept spiking only to neutralize. But, he was a pawn. Every single of his attempts were stopped in time. He allowed himself to kill without remorse. He was the ultimate killing machine for the fleet. His reward? The only reason he allowed this? Every night they gave him ten minutes. His memories altered. He saw you. You'd always praise him. You'd tell him you loved him. For a while it did work... it did. "Pipsqueak?... no... your eyes aren't that color..." The memories of you were getting fuzzy making the simulation not accurate. It scared him. He was forgetting you. He was losing you. "No.. TRY IT AGAIN. FUCK.. OUR PICTURES.. USE SOMETHING." His hands shook the more and more you stopped looking like yourself.
Dip Speaks: I'm SO sorry. I'll feed y'all something really good for compensation.
Tags: Angst, death, romance, sappy shit. Spoilers for the movies
Xavier: The Time Traveler's Wife. I can see you falling in love with him. Both marrying and having a whole life. But, he keeps vanishing. Continuously in a lapse of going through time. Always having one end goal... come back to you. He travels to times where you were just a child, to the day of his funeral, your funeral, relived your wedding, saw your first heartbreak from a far. Everything. Every time he crashes his head on your lap. You always had your familiar gentle touch. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell you what awaits in your future together. He just wants to love you over and over again.
Rafayel: The Notebook. HEAR ME OUT. He is definitely one of the LADS men who will make themselves look stupid to impress you (literally the hospital visit). He would definitely jump up and dangle on a Ferris wheel to get you to say yes to a date. That being said... he IS sassy BUT he is also reliable and loving. He would write to you everyday. He WOULD build you a home with his two hands. Do not be fooled by the mask he wears. He would go to the ends of the earth for you. That's how he finds himself at the same retirement home as you (his choice. no one can tell him to leave). He reads your love story to you everyday until you remember him.
Zayne: Pride and Prejudice. (I was going to say Breakfast at Tiffany's but I see so much edits of him as Darcy) This man does scream Mr. Darcy though. He stays in shadows. Keeps himself busy. A man of honor and integrity. But, in times of him confessing his love... it comes out as a burst of emotion. He's always concealing (Elsa core) how he feels that when it's in the light... it's in the light. His usual stoicism is replaced by a tender husband once you marry. You WOULD have random nicknames he gets to call you for different occasions. He would only call you by the nickname he calls you when he's completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy. Because you are his joy.
(Before I start with Sylus... I'm sorry. You may shoot me if you'd like)
Sylus: Me Before You. Hear me out. In his lore he needed to die by your hands. What if in this life time... he was just meant to die? He's left bedridden after an accident. He was now a recluse (for obvious reasons). He didn't have a plan to live long. Not in his state. So when he met this witty person who wears funky outfits? He didn't expect to love you. To find these outfits endearing, to keep thinking 'one more day' every single morning in order to see you, to find himself having many good days. He's so in love with you. You were light. You were the air he wanted to keep breathing. Like a sunshine after the storm. His will to go 'one more day'. Of course, he's rich. So he spends that remainder on you. Buying things he heard you liked. His heart leapt every single time you squealed at his gifts. But... in the end. He still didn't want to live. He just wanted you to be able to live happily after him. Because... he was so fortunate to meet the love of his life.
Caleb: Big Fish (my fav movie). But, Edward Bloom is so Caleb coded. Imagine this... your child is SO frustrated with the "tale-tales" of his life. Like yeah dad.. you TOTALLY flew into a storm and saw god. But, he retells the way he met you. The love of his life... He see's you at the circus... he's awestruck. Who are you? Where are you from? He can NOT let it go. He's a dog with a bone. You ARE his wife, this was love at first sight. He settles a deal with the circus owner. Working hard labor and nearly dying. He doesn't even get paid... just paid in information about you. He goes to your college... you're so sweet... but, engaged. He does GRAND gestures of love. Your name in a heart written on the sky by a plane, a field of your favorite flowers, the works. So you marry him instead. He goes to war... but escapes. No way that man will EVER be ripped away from you once he's had you.
Warnings: just fluffy wholesome vibes but a bit of injuries here and there. I’m still new to the game so I don’t have all the guys personalities down. I’m so sorry😭
Caleb
- yall can’t fight me on this, this man has been gifting you any flowers he would find since YALL WERE KIDS
- like I’m talking about, daisy’s picked by hands like after he’s done playing soccer or something. Sees them and starts picking
- has a handful by the time he’s home and is just like “ here you go” and hands you a small thing of daisies and some grass thrown in there
- BIG BOI Caleb, he’s stressing
- he’s just so used to picking flowers for you, randomly. That actually making the bunch and organizing everything and the bow. BRO IS STRESSED
- He ends up making this :
- of course!!! He putting daisies in there, HE HAS TO REMIND U HES BEEN THERE SINCE DAY 1 😈
Zayne
- guys come on nowww, he watches as Caleb hands you his freshly picked daisies. YOU CANT TELL ME THIS MAN HADN’T ALREADY BEAT HIM TO IT
- I can’t see him as the type to pick any flower or a bunch, i personally think he would pick a single flower, the prettiest one for the prettiest girl🙈
- so THIS DUDE is stressing at work while trying to make this god dam bunch, is definitely doing them in between appointments
- he’s VERY much sneezing from all the pollen, bless you mi bio
- ends up making you this, with of course some candy in there 🍬 :
Rafayel
- he witnessed you admiring some flowers 1 time. BOOM inspiration!!
- originally was just planning to paint you something flowers but he realized it wasn’t enough so… PLUS it’s an art form, I mean seriously how hard can it b-
- he had to look up a YouTube tutorial.
- yes he does end up getting a cut here and there, definitely a huge mess and a bit of sneezing too by the end of it BUT he does it👐
- what he ends up with :
Xavier
- Mans was frustrated and was absolutely taking it out on the video game he was on playing
- he tried making cookies for you buuuuttt ended up causing a small ( the fire department was called ) fire
- he ends up thinking if he can’t make you food HE CAN GATHER SOME FLOWERRRSSS
- definitely the chillest of all the guys,this is like a puzzle piece to him. Absolutely vibing making this for you.
What he made for you:
Sylus
- this man buys you stuff like ALL THE TIME, he’s bought you flowers before expensive one too☝️
- BUT the twins did bring up a good point of “ we’ll have you ever made her something” He froze… like a deer in headlights🧎♂️
- he orders the team to gather the materials
- he starts crafting right away, pieces of things are flying everywhere. He’s using his Evol to hold things and arrange them. knowing exactly how he wanted it arranged . Luke and Kieran sit behind the couch making paper origami while the bird watches them.
- FINALLY it is done, he gets 2 thumbs up from the twins and a happy CAWK🐦⬛
