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[etherafayel]

notice how the like count went down after that continuation 😭😭 it’s buns

oh okay so we didn't like applefish 😔 what exactly did the ppl want I wonder

[etherafayel]

Rafayel and Caleb explore new territory together... (mutual masturbation [between Raf&Caleb], face riding and backshots?, sloppy making out [also between Raf&Caleb]) I came up with a solution for the lack of kissing in part one guys. They didn’t realise they have feelings for each other too! wc. 1.6k

The good news is, Rafayel and Caleb haven’t been excluding you from their plans anymore. You guys have fallen into a certain harmony, something that has become your own normal. 

It was great. You guys hang out, talk, laugh and then disappear into a bedroom for a couple hours. 

Outside of your time together, Caleb and Rafayel definitely dote on you when they can. Flowers sent to your door or the daily message to ask about your day. Rafayel showed up at your door to take you out for dinner, which you happily obliged to. 

You sit across from him, joyfully stuffing your face with the food that Rafayel offered to pay for. 

Although it has all been a flawlessly perfect experience, you can’t help but wonder about the logistics of what to call this… arrangement. Rafayel and Caleb are close friends now, sure, what do they think about seeing each other so intimately? 

“Hey Rafayel,” you begin. You catch his attention. “What do you think of Caleb?”

His head tilts curiously, “Caleb? He’s a… nice person.”

“Anything more?”

“Why're you asking?” He chuckles, nudging his foot against yours. He picks up his wine glass to take a small sip. 

“Because… you guys are basically dating, but you’re not aware of it.”

Rafayel almost chokes on his wine, smugness all erased. “We are?” 

“I don’t wanna say it too loud…” You look around the restaurant. Various crowds of people engage in light chatter and elegant food, just as you are. “But you and Caleb have seen each other in… pretty revealing states.”

Rafayel looks down at the table, the tips of his ears tinged red at the confrontation of that information. 

“So?”

“So…” You trace gentle shapes into the back of Rafayel’s hand. “You must have some feelings towards him?”

That thought sits in Rafayel’s head. Swims around like the most stubborn guppy wanting answers. Rafayel knows he likes you, has had feelings for you since he started getting to know you. Do his feelings extend like that to Caleb?

“Rafayel? He’s a bit impulsive, but nice to be with,” Caleb says, gazing up at the greenery wavering above him. 

“But is he cute?” You pry. 

You were on a bench at a park, a grand fountain centred amongst the other seats and gardening. You poke Caleb on his thigh, trying to get a direct answer from him. 

“Cute? He’s hard to deal with,” he complains but there’s a catch of affection that only you would be able to decipher. 

“But you deal with him just fine,” you prod again. It’s a little harder to hide your tactics from Caleb, though. His intense yet soulful gaze darts over to you. 

“What game are you playin’ here?” 

“Just saying. Whatever you and Rafayel have going on isn’t usual,” you shrug your shoulders.

Your words definitely got to them. Your tactics were specially designed to infiltrate the minds of the guys you’re messing around with. You wanted them to confront what they have going on between them, not just the connection they have with you. 

The next time you bring them to your bed, you notice the shift in energy between them. Rafayel seemed to stare a little longer. His eyes raked over Caleb’s muscular body, focusing especially on his abs and pecs as Caleb maneuvered himself near you.

Caleb was more open towards Rafayel as well. His fingers brush against his cheek, he holds Rafayel’s waist a little longer than a second. 

The room was filled with the euphony of your mixed moans and whines as you're positioned above Rafayel's face. His tongue plays with your clit as you try your best to keep your hand on his cock, almost in a 69 position. Caleb's positioned behind you, plunging himself into you repeatedly. Caleb finds his release, a long drawn-out groan escaping him as he pulls out. You straighten yourself, grinding yourself aimlessly against the inviting mouth beneath you as you practically ride his face until you're releasing all over his tongue. Rafayel pauses the ministrations of his tongue against your folds. Usually you’d be up for a round two, and you physically can handle one. Yet, you wanted to see what would happen if you threw in the towel early.

“Tastes so good, cutie,” Rafayel murmurs against your pussy, languidly lapping up all the drops of your arousal and happily drawing out more moans from you. 

“Why don’t you share it with Caleb?” You suggest. Probably the most daring thing you’ve asked of them, making Caleb’s cheeks and the tips of Rafayel’s ears tint pink. Rafayel licks you all clean, raising his head to be met with Caleb who slightly craned his head down. He was eager to get a taste of you too. 

They both lean in for a sloppy kiss, mostly tongue and slightly clashing teeth as they share the taste of you. Caleb’s hand creeps up Rafayel’s neck and Rafayel keeps a stable hold of Caleb’s jaw. 

It made you throb so badly. You curl up by the pillow, much to the dismay of Caleb and Rafayel who are now kneeled on the mattress. Both of their cocks stand upright for attention as blood rushes south as a clear sign they weren’t quite done yet.

“Pips?” 

“Hm?” You hum, cracking an eye open.

“Are you alright?” Caleb asks, his hand running over your shoulder. You nod absentmindedly, stretching your arms out beneath the pillow.

“I’m a little tired, guys. Will you be good without me?” 

“What do you mean ‘without you’?” Rafayel inquires, laying down next to you on his side. His hand props his head up as he rests the back of his hand upon your cheek. 

“I mean, help each other out. I’m pretty tuckered out.” 

They both exchange a glance. Nobody wants to argue or force you to do anything, so Rafayel rises a little to sit upright after seeing your eyelids close and Caleb continues patting your shoulder.

Rafayel’s eyes fall south. Caleb’s thick erection didn’t look that imposing when Rafayel watched it thrust in and out of your pussy. Now that it’s Rafayel’s problem, he gulps. 

Caleb’s eyes are more fixed on Rafayel’s hands, his nimble fingers. How many times he had watched Rafayel work your entrance open with three fingers expertly and felt his cock twitch imagining what it would feel like to experience those fingers wrapped around his own length. 

They both stroke their dicks to ease the tightness from arousal. Somehow they gravitate towards each other, the heat of their shared movements ending up with them rubbing up to one another. Rafayel groans as Caleb’s mushroomed tip presses hotly against his own. The pre-cum leaking from their slits provide an easier slide of their cocks together. 

Caleb reaches around to grab at Rafayel’s ass, more emboldened to resume their grinding. 

You peak an eye open but they don’t even notice it, too wrapped up in chasing a release from each other. You deemed it a personal win. 

They coat each other all sticky and white as they reach a peak together. Rafayel’s cum shoots upwards Caleb’s abs up to pecs. Caleb aims his more downward towards Rafayel’s navel dripping down to his thighs. Their breaths sync for a moment as they try to calm down from the high.

“You’re not too bad, fishboy,” Caleb remarks. He helps Rafayel clean up the mess that he made.

“I guess you aren’t either, Xia.” 

They look over to your form. By now, you actually fell asleep. Rafayel shuffles off the bed to cover you fully with a blanket and get himself dressed. 

“Where’re you going?” Caleb asks, crawling next to you to lay down. 

“I’ve been a bit… inspired. I have to paint something before this feeling fades,” Rafayel responds. He presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and this time, he cares to place a kiss to Caleb’s hair. 

—————————————

“Soo?” You ask, legs crossed and hands grasping your drink as you look intently over at the two guys across the table. 

Rafayel pushes his sunglasses up into his hair, sipping on some fancy coffee. Caleb holds a good old americano, raising his eyebrows at your unprompted inquiry.

“Soo…” Rafayel mirrors. 

“What did you guys do after I fell asleep?” You ask smugly. The two of them freeze momentarily, exchange a glance and then look back at you. 

Silence.

“You can’t hide it from me, I know you guys messed around!” You point a finger their way. The two of them sigh in defeat.

“Fine. I thought about what you said and you were right,” Rafayel concedes. 

“What did she tell you? ‘Cause I have a feeling we were set up,” Caleb narrows his eyes at you. You feign indifference with a shrug of your shoulders.

“I told you two the truth. If anything, you’re lucky you had me to be the divine intervention that brought you together.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You just wanted us to kiss,” Caleb accuses. 

“Hey, I could see you guys wanted it too,” you bite back. You weren’t going to take all the blame for it, especially when you only insinuated they were getting comfortable and they went ahead and jerked each other off. 

“Let’s not argue about this,” Rafayel mediates, making you and Caleb step down from making another comment. “Why fight it when we’re happy anyway?” 

There was truth in his words. You nod and continue sipping on your drink. It may have been an unconventional arrangement, but you were satisfied with how everything turned out. 

Why have one boyfriend when you can have two? (¬‿¬)

[etherafayel]

hiii! I wonder if you'd make a part 2 for Raf and Calen getting along a bit too well?

I'm knees over shoulders for it or whatever the saying goes like.

LMAOO yes I have already written it actually but I got a bit stuck on how to end it… hopefully I’ll figure it out soon

update: figured it out lol it's here

[etherafayel]

Xavier's been away from home for two weeks. He teleports home to appease his son who misses him :(

Xavier was away on a work trip. Something about a high influx of wanderers and they needed their highest skilled hunter to help lower the numbers. 

They underestimated the hoard. What was supposed to be a two-day trip turned into almost two weeks. 

“I’m so tired…” Xavier mumbles. His blanket lays low around his waist, various hotel pillows strewn around the bed. He holds his phone to face level as he watches you adjust your phone across FaceTime. 

“I heard the news. The wanderers just keep on coming, don’t they?” 

“Mhm… I was on patrol for hours,” he rubs his eyes, trying to fight the sleep off because he really wants to talk to you. 

Tiny footsteps emerge from the bathroom and rush quickly into your bedroom. “Is that dad? Dad!” Your son jumps on the bed, a small hand smelling of mint slaps your face and the other small hand snatches your phone. You make a small ‘oof’ sound from being overpowered by the surprisingly strong 5 year old. 

“Hey little champ. How are you?” Xavier perks up a bit to look more energetic for his mini-me. 

“I miss you!” Your son cries out, already blubbering from the overwhelming wave of emotions from seeing his dad after two weeks. Even from the other side of a screen. Xavier’s eyes widen a fraction in alarm.

“I miss you too buddy.” 

The five-year old continues to cry after seeing his dad’s face, wishing to climb onto him for a hug like he usually does. You try to calm him down. You manage to take your phone back but your son just unleashes more tears onto your shirt as you try to pat his back and get him to stop. 

To be fair, being separated from his dad for two weeks is probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to him in his life. 

“Has he cried a lot?” Xavier asks, a bit concerned from the outburst. 

“Only when he remembers you aren’t home.” 

“Give him the phone,” he says. You do, the smaller blond boy trying to take the phone but misses once due to his blurry vision. He sniffles, looking at his dad with a sadness that makes Xavier’s heart break. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Xavier says. You see him start to sit up from his bed, and you wonder what he has in store for the sobbing child. He adds, “close your eyes.” 

Your son closes his eyes, his nose and cheeks all rosy from crying. 

There’s sparkles that float around your room, joining together to create a large flash in front of you. The silhouette of light materialises into the image of your husband, as if he’s standing right beside the bed. 

“Wha– Xavier?” 

Your son opens his eyes and they immediately light up when he sees his dad standing right there. 

“Surprise,” Xavier says, a little weakly. He catches his ecstatic son in his arms and lays right onto the bed next to you, hugging him tightly against his chest.

“Xavier, you told me teleporting makes you exhausted…” You whisper, full of worry at Xavier’s already depleting state becoming worse after using his teleportation. 

Xavier places a kiss to the top of your son’s head, getting him comfortable for bed.

“It’s worth it if he’s happy…” Is what Xavier manages to say before he completely passes out. 

In your mind, it was reckless to exhaust himself like that. But then, seeing the way your child snuggles up to Xavier and sleeps peacefully beside him, you feel a little grateful that he gathered the strength to teleport after all.

[etherafayel]

Rafayel and Caleb have been getting along a bit too well after you introduced them... (eiffel tower, cunnilingus) soo I finally finished my piece as per this request! it's really long actually, my longest work yet + unedited because I'm lazy but I was literally writing this while on the train to my classes lolol wc. 2.4k

You have a problem. An issue that you didn’t foresee at all. 

When you introduced Rafayel to Caleb, they were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Snarky remarks, subtly tripping each other, stealing your time and attention to themselves. That was something you expected. This wasn’t the issue.

The issue arose when you forced them to hang out once. They instantly became best friends. 

At first, it was great. The closest person in your life, Caleb, finally got along with a friend of yours who’s another guy. He never liked any of them, always finding a way to bat them away and occupy you only to himself. So when you saw him in a good mood while dropping you home after the first outing with you and Rafayel, you felt triumph. 

Then they exchanged numbers and started talking. 

“Did you see the event at the mall? People have been standing with their hands on a car for over 24 hours,” you observe from the TV to Caleb who was stirring a coffee for himself. He sighs and sits next to you. 

“Mm. I saw them setting it up yesterday,” he says with a sip of his drink.

Your eyebrows knit together. “You went to the mall yesterday?” 

“Oh right. I was with Rafayel. That photobooth that gives the real big photos? We tried it out, it was cool.” 

Now apparently they were scheduling outings without you? You couldn’t help but feel a bit offended, especially since you recall telling both Rafayel and Caleb about that photobooth in suggestion that you go with them. Not that they go without you!

It was one time. You let it go. Water under the bridge. It’s a good thing that they’re getting along, you tell yourself.

Until you were at Rafayel’s, laying on his couch watching him paint something new. 

“It’s getting pretty hot lately, I’ve been in the mood for ice cream,” you tell him while fiddling around with some beads he gave you to make a custom bracelet. 

Rafayel stifles a laugh. “Yeah, it’s just about ice cream season.” 

“What’s so funny?” 

Rafayel twirls his paintbrush between his fingers, tapping it against his lips that are failing to hide his smile. 

“That just reminded me of when Caleb dropped his ice cream cone. His face was priceless!” Rafayel recalls, laughing more at the memory. You give some half-assed laugh. 

“Ha, when did this happen? I don’t think we got ice cream on our last hangout?” 

The painter clears his throat. Silence. 

“Right… This was maybeee… last week? I bumped into Caleb after he finished work.” 

Your eye twitches. “Is that right? I’m so…” You grit your teeth, unable to really find anything positive to say but you muster it up anyway, “so glad you guys are getting along!” 

It’s all fine. Water under the bridge. You’re so glad they’re getting along. They’re so similar in some ways, it was inevitable for them to join forces and become friends. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you believe. 

Your neutrality was hanging by a thread. A thread you didn’t realise snapped a long time ago and you were pretending like it hadn’t.

You were so excited to see Rafayel when you spotted his sleek red sports car halting in front of the building. You step out and knock on his window, watching the figure behind the steering wheel flinch before the window rolls down.

“Rafayel! What are you doing here…” Your tone drops when you look past him and you see none other than Caleb in the passenger’s seat. 

“Heya pips! Me and Raf were gonna grab some hot pot at that new place.” 

If you were a cartoon character, there would be red rising into your face like a glass thermometer and a vein popping from your forehead. 

“Huh. I didn’t hear about this before?” You try to maintain your composure, fingers gripping hard at the side of Rafayel’s door. “Was I not part of the plan?” 

The two of them immediately stiffen. There’s a dark blanket of regret that overcomes their expressions. 

“No, it’s fine,” you murmur, before they can pity invite you along. You’d end up sitting in the backseat and listening to whatever topic they’ve found they have in common anyway. You straighten up. “You guys go. I have my own plans anyway.” 

“Wait–” Rafayel’s attempt to explain is ignored by you as you simply turn and walk back into your apartment building. 

Really, how could they? You were the bridge between them that brought them together and suddenly they’re acting as if you don’t exist? Maybe it was immature, but it stung a lot more than you wanted to admit. 

You replaced your friends with a tub of ice cream and a romcom to ease the tension in your brain. 

Knock knock. 

A hollow echo resounded from behind the door. A visitor? Aside from Caleb and Rafayel, who are out enjoying themselves, you don’t know anyone else who could be free right now. 

You scowl when you open the door. It was them. The new dynamic duo. Bonnie and Clyde themselves. 

You swing the door back to close but a fancy dress shoe belonging to Rafayel and a hand belonging to Caleb both wedge themselves between the door and the wall to stop it. 

“Hold on! We’re here to apologise!” Rafayel quickly says, launching a bouquet of flowers into your hand.  

“We got ‘forgive us’ gifts,” Caleb adds on, placing a chocolate box into your other hand. 

“Seriously?” You sigh, shuffling your feet to place the sudden tokens of regret onto your kitchen counter. 

The pair of sad puppies follow you into your home, looking like their ears and tails have been down to surrender to your wrath. 

“You watchin’ a movie? Can we join?” Caleb asks, pointing at your TV illuminating the cheesy romcom you were just indulging in. 

You shrug. “I dunno… you guys weren’t included in my plans.”

“Oh, come on! We can make your time like, a hundred times more fun,” Rafayel pleads. His hands clap against your shoulders and guide you back to the couch where he pushes you down to sit and Caleb follows up with laying a blanket over your legs. 

“We’re real sorry we made you feel excluded,” Caleb mutters solemnly, his weight dipping the couch on your left. 

“That wasn’t our intention at all,” Rafayel joins, evening the distribution along the couch as he sits to your right. 

You cross your arms. Truth be told, it’s impossible to stay mad after a grand gesture like that. Furthermore, the heat you feel from being sandwiched between two bodies almost makes you feel dizzy.

“…I guess I can squeeze you guys into my movie time.”

Both pairs of eyes light up at your resolve crumbling. They almost immediately snuggle up at your sides. 

You thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you felt a Rafayel’s hand brush against your thigh. It definitely wasn’t your imagination when Caleb’s hand hooked onto your waist. 

Aren’t they being too touchy?

Rafayel toyed with the hem of your shirt, his mouth so close you can feel his breath hovering over your neck. Caleb on the other hand had a good hold of your waist and you could’ve sworn you felt him nip at your earlobe. 

Your body responded before your mind could think about the consequences. 

Your hand guided Rafayel’s below your shirt, your head leaned in against Caleb’s. 

“Adventurous, are we?” Caleb muses. You almost flinch at the sound of his voice.

You look between the two of them, an undeniable charged energy sparking. 

“What–” you begin, confused before Rafayel cuts you off. 

“Just tell us if you don’t want this, okay?” He whispers, placing a small kiss to your neck. You shiver. 

“You’re both in on this?” You ask. Caleb only chuckles, raking a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.

“Greedy, greedy pips,” he murmurs, voice husky. He really does lean in and give a small nibble to your earlobe, making your breath hitch. “You want this? Want us?”

It excites you. Sends all sorts of electric jolts through your body and particularly to your lower half. 

“You guys are okay with this?” 

“Okay with watching a movie? This romcom’s a bit boring,” Rafayel says, feigning obliviousness. You pinch his arm, making him yelp. “Ah! Yes, we’re all good here.”

Caleb laughs at your antics, one hand trailing away from your waist to poke at Rafayel’s cheek.

“Mischievous thing,” Caleb remarks. 

Rafayel’s hand trails up higher along your body. You weren’t exactly wearing the fanciest lingerie set as you were awaiting your sole night of binge eating and movie marathon. You were in your usual state of existing without a bra, which Rafayel discovers quickly.

Rafayel’s fingers travel upwards so much they brush against your nipple, eliciting a physical response from you. He tweaks it a bit, a sly grin spreading across his lips. 

Caleb trails light kisses down the column of your neck. Rafayel turns your head towards him, being the first to press his lips against yours. You two move your lips in tandem, only to be interrupted by Caleb when he decides to grab your chin and steal a kiss for himself. 

“I’m getting you back for that, Xia.”

“Sure, fishboy.” Caleb bites back. The small banter reminds you of when they had first met. You stop entertaining them for a second, silently standing up and walking towards your bedroom. 

Words weren’t necessary for you to have Caleb and Rafayel right behind you. 

“Off. I want everything off,” you tug at Caleb’s clothes. 

“Whatever you want,” he complies quickly. You only give Rafayel a simple look and he’s following suit as well. 

They both take time to appreciate your body with their hands. Rafayel pulls your shirt over your head and Caleb starts impatiently removing your pants. 

Your breath almost stops when warm lips kiss and suck your skin. 

Rafayel’s is smooth. His lips are soft like petals and delicate when they lay praising kisses over your collarbones. 

Caleb’s is rougher. Chapped and cracked like clay but full of passion when he focuses his attention on your navel.  

They basically have a race, heads descending your body to the juncture of your thighs. 

You gasp when you feel two tongues flattening and licking a stripe up through your folds. Clearly they had pounced at the opportunity without thinking, because they pause at the unexpected contact. 

“How’d that feel?” Caleb implores.

You’re shaking just from one second of contact, holding a death grip at the sheets below. 

“Can you guys… keep doing that?”

It didn’t matter to them what it felt like anymore and they immediately got to work. It felt a bit too powerful to have their complete obedience like this. 

The sensation was a lot more overwhelming with two precise muscles working at your pussy. You don’t even know who’s doing what, there’s one guy who spears his tongue into your pussy and the other draws circles around your clit. They often clash together when their movements overlap but don’t seem to mind it. 

Caleb is the one who spreads your pussy lips with two fingers, letting Rafayel dribble his spit down and run his tongue up and down your entrance to prepare for when Caleb pushes his fingers inside you. They both watch in awe as your pussy swallows up Caleb’s digits. He sinks them in deep, reaching places your own fingers fail to even go near. 

“Oh my fuck,” you choke out in a moan, back arching. “Just like that.”

Rafayel presses his thumb down against the small button that is your clit. He swipes over the bud a few times before finding a rhythm to compliment Caleb’s. White hot flashes your vision at their skilled efforts. You cum like you’ve never experienced an orgasm before. 

They busy themselves again with placing kisses and sucking marks onto your body while you’re on cool-down. 

“You can take a lot more than that,” Caleb quips. He takes your thighs in his large palms and spreads your legs a little.

“Hey, me first,” Rafayel shoves Caleb out of the way, gently yanking your legs so he’s between them and not Caleb.

“What gives?” 

“Payback.”

They glare at each other as if they weren’t just tangling tongues with one another. 

Rafayel’s cock sits snug on top of your pussy, gliding down with ease to your entrance again. Caleb sits on his knees beside you, his neglected dick blushing red as he eyes Rafayel with a hint of frustration. 

“I have an idea,” you break the tension as you roll your body over, propping yourself up onto your hands and knees. They both instantly get the plan. 

Caleb moves swiftly in front of you while Rafayel’s purposeful hands hug around your hips to bring your ass slightly up.

“Dunno if this is you being clever or greedy,” the man in front of you raises his eyebrows. You don’t say anything in response, only fixing eye contact and slowly taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses. 

Rafayel watches intently as you start sucking Caleb off. He rocks his hips forward, attention taken by watching the stretch of your walls around his own dick. 

It was different. Exhilarating. Being thoroughly fucked from behind while trying your best to engulf the length in front of you. You felt like a prop to them once they got immersed in the pleasure and started thrusting into you at different paces. 

“Fuu… Pips, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ both of us,” Caleb drawls, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“Feels… amazing…” Rafayel manages to say. His hips never falter in their pace, making it difficult for your brain to tune into their words. Caleb’s body tenses as his sensitivity receptors go haywire and his release coats the back of your throat, he watches you swallow as much as you can down eagerly. 

Your second wave of pleasure zaps through your body, leaving you weaker than you did after the first. 

Before you know it, Rafayel collapsed on the bed out of exhaustion. You crawl towards him, resting your head against his chest.

“Hey, don’t leave me out,” Caleb sighs, stretching his body out to join you two on the bed. 

“Join the club,” you scoff. Caleb nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Rafayel rubs his face into your chest shamelessly. 

“Sorry.” “We’re sorry.” 

They both whine in unison. You never would’ve guessed you would end up with the troublesome pair together and wrapped around your finger. 

let me know if we want a part 2, this was getting pretty long so I stopped it there. I will be happy to deliver more smut o(*￣▽￣*)o

update: I did it gangalang, I made a part two!!

[etherafayel]

I beg you please write a 3sum with raf and caleb. THE TWO ANNOYING TEASING SWITCH DUO?? TOGETHER?? I think only you can pull this off

I WAS THINKING OF WRITING A 3SOME I JUST DIDNT KNOW WHO ABT my picks were zayne+caleb or xavier+rafayel BUT CALEB+RAFAYEL MAKES SENSE TOOO

I saw this a few hours ago and I’ve already started writing it so hopefully I can continue writing later when I’m finally free 😔

[etherafayel]

★ Pegging your boyfriend (Caleb) and he likes it ★

Caleb is extremely experimental, one simple request from his girlfriend will have him try just about anything in bed. 

And you, you’re full of ideas. 

For a boyfriend who’s so open-minded, you still managed to make him splutter when you suggested pegging him.

“Pff- Wha- Huh?!” Caleb almost dropped his cup of coffee in pure shock. Never in a million years did he ever think he would hear this suggestion. 

“I’m just a little curious…” 

You said it as if it was just a passing idea. However, you really did mean it. Caleb very, very reluctantly sat back on the bed, legs spread and his dick half-hard. He chewed on his bottom lip.

“How is this gonna go?” 

“I’m gonna prep you,” you say like it’s obvious. Caleb’s eyes blow wide, but before he can say anything, you tug the hem of his shirt upward. He silently obeys as he takes the fabric between his teeth and holds it, exposing his tensed abs to the chilly room. 

“Shake your head if you want me to stop right now,” you whisper. Obviously you aren’t going to do anything he isn’t comfortable with. No matter how far from his comfort zone he feels, he’s also a little curious to know what it would feel like. He feels safe under your control. 

So when he keeps his head still, you continue. You coat your fingers in lube and just lightly graze Caleb’s hole. He clamps his legs shut, saliva seeping through the shirt as he bites down harder onto it with his teeth. His head jerks back, his mouth letting go of the material.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ve just never been touched there before…” 

You feel like such a villain for enjoying this. 

The way his forehead is beaded with sweat, his cheeks all flushed and lips bitten red. You try your hardest to fight back an ear-to-ear grin.

“Just relax. I need to make sure it doesn’t hurt when we get to the main event.” 

“You’re enjoyin’ this too much. Just how long has this been swimming in your mind?” He tries to sound like his usual carefree self, but his hand is locking a death grip on the sheets below him. You somehow pry open his thighs. 

“Some time.” 

“Some… time?” 

The air is knocked right out of his lungs when you somehow manage to prod him again. Then you pushed a finger in. 

Your eyebrows shoot up. 

“Wait,” he squeaks. You pull your finger out, he clenches pathetically. 

“Is something wrong?” 

His breath is heavier than usual. He lets out the smallest whimper before inquiring, “what are you using?” 

The most evil smile crosses your lips. The weapon you’re subjecting Caleb to is still hidden in its box sitting inconspicuously beside the bed. You decided on a more sparkly edition of the dildo, making Caleb choke on his spit when his eyes landed on it.

“That…” 

“Big, isn’t it?” You ask, a bit too excited. Caleb chewed on the inside of his cheek, blushing furiously at the prospect of that being inside him. Very evidently that excited him too, seeing how his cock sprung to attention. 

You inspected the size of the toy and decided you needed more lube. You push Caleb back again and get to work. Squeezing more amounts of liquid between his thighs, you wrap a hand around his leaking cock and pump him a few times. Your other hand explores a little more toward the back, touching his asshole again. Caleb doesn’t jump this time. 

When you finally get to fingering him, he only grunts in response. You’ve never heard such delicate sounds from his lips, considering he’s mostly been on top until now.

You’re scissoring two fingers inside him, thrusting as you continue to slide your other hand up and down his dick. 

The view is downright delectable. His head thrown back, face and ears burning red and eyes squeezed shut as he tries to dial back his sounds but is ultimately failing.

When you pull your fingers out with a small shlick. Caleb whines, but you know what’s next. 

Caleb’s faced down on the bed, his poor cock wedged between his body and the mattress. You wasted no time to push the tip inside him, the ring of muscle stretching out to accommodate the size of the toy. 

He gasps, arms tightening around his pillow yet he only angles his ass higher towards you.

“You want more?” You ask slyly, watching more and more of the dildo disappear into your boyfriend’s ass. You’re unbelievably turned on from the sight of him just taking it. He nods into his pillow but you stop moving the toy.

“Use your words.” 

“Yes! God, please, just do it,” Caleb rambles. His voice is shaky as he mustered up the energy to actually beg for it. It sends electricity right up your spine, making your panties stick to your slick pussy in the process. 

You start to really thrust the dildo into Caleb’s ass, trying to angle it to find that spot. That spot that’ll just make him snap. 

His body slightly bounces with each movement, drooling on the pillow as the feeling leaves his mouth slightly agape. He can’t believe that it actually feels good. When you tilt the dildo ever so slightly downwards, Caleb lets out a sudden animalistic sound.

“There!” He moans. “Right there!” 

The slapping sounds from the base of the dildo hitting against Caleb’s ass is what fills the room and couples with his uncontrollable moaning and whimpering from you finding that spot that sent stars blinding his vision. 

You continue as he pleases. The way his cock rubs up against the mattress when his body jolts forwards from the thrusts only adds to the all-consuming pleasure he’s feeling at the moment. The friction eventually made Caleb’s body twitch, and before you both knew it he was coming. He was coming hard. 

All Caleb saw was white as loads of his sticky juices stained the bed and his body. The squelch from you pulling the dildo out made your pussy clench, but you revelled in watching your boyfriend so knocked out and all of it being your doing. 

You couldn’t help but take a picture for later. A cum-stained Caleb laying on your bed, his body lax aside from his chest which rises and falls rapidly from his panting. 

This will not be the first time you do this with him. 

I like my men SUBMISSSSIIIVEEEEEE

[etherafayel]

your boyfriend Zayne doesn't have erectile dysfunction... but a jacob's ladder?! (college au where Zayne attends at the usual age)

Zayne was the last person who you expected to ever be spontaneous. You never thought of your boyfriend as the type to surprise you.

You were on his bed, kissing as usual. You two never really did anything more than that because you never wanted to tear Zayne away from his homework. You’ve only been together a year and a half and he has always backed away from intimacy. He told you that he had certain issues when it comes to getting it up. You fully understood his position, never questioned it, and continued to give him affection without expecting anything more. 

The kissing was getting really heated. His glasses were all crooked and foggy. His hand settled against your waist, guiding you down against the mattress.

“Wait. Aren’t you losing studying time right now?” You ask, knowing how particular Zayne is about how he spends his non-studying time. Zayne took this time to chuck his glasses onto the floor with a hint of aggression.

“I’d like to try… it,” he breathes out, flustered from merely mentioning it. You grab Zayne’s ears and tug him closer, making sure he isn’t messing with you.

“You’re serious? All of a sudden? But you told me you were having… issues…” 

Zayne shakes his head, his hands molding over yours against his face. 

He clears his throat, “I know what I told you. I assure you, it was for a reason you would never guess.” 

“Huh?” 

Now you’re confused. Zayne’s complexion was creeping close to being the colour of a tomato, like he just confessed the biggest secret he’s been keeping throughout this relationship. His fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’ll show you, just forget whatever I said about the issues. I want you,” Zayne says, almost in a whisper. All his rationale has been thrown out the window. 

Your lashes flutter, your hand pushing up to feel his chest. 

“Alright?"  

His lips crash onto yours. You both resume that heated kissing, your leg hooked around his waist and his hands roaming all over your body. The excitement of finally getting to hook up with your boyfriend was seeping into your actions, given by how quick you were to discard your own clothing while Zayne only got rid of his shirt. 

You finally break the kiss to look down at his pants, that are in the way of your further plans. They’re already zipped down, and only started to bunch up below his hips. 

After asking Zayne again for another confirmation and receiving an impatient nod, you drag them down and out of the way. 

That’s when your eyes widen.

“It- It’s unconventional, I know…” Zayne murmurs. 

“You’re telling me you never had limp dick but piercings instead?!” You exclaim, not believing what you’re seeing. 

“Can I…?” You ask, wanting so badly to touch him. He nods and you’re immediately on it. Encompassing his girth in your hand, giving it a slow stroke and feeling the small belt of ridges on the underside. You lift it a bit, surely enough you see four small curved barbells lined up along his length. 

“I couldn’t be intimate because they hurt. A lot,” Zayne explains, biting back a moan from your close inspection. He was getting increasingly harder from your touch.

“How long did they take to heal?” 

“Mine took a little longer, about 4 months. I wasn’t comfortable with doing anything until now. It has been… 7 months.” 

There’s so many things racing through your mind. You want to lick them, feel the texture of the piercings under your tongue. You want to feel what they would add if Zayne fucked you right now. You wanted to do so many things. 

Zayne hisses when he feels your tongue, hot and wet, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. You moan yourself when you feel the indents of the piercing barbells. It almost made him taste better somehow. 

You became addicted. Engulfing his length in your mouth, bobbing your head as your lips and tongue trace around his Jacob’s ladder. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to mediate the small pulse from between them. 

Zayne whimpers, his entire body trembles as you keep at it and he feels the heat rising in his stomach. You suck on the head before switching your attention to the underside, small moans of enjoyment telling Zayne you’re exactly where you want to be. 

But then he grabs the base of his shaft and guides it out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth…” Zayne confesses. 

You don’t have to hear any more from him. It’s almost unchaste how fast you were to undress and have Zayne hovered over your spread legs. He slowly drags his dick through your folds, making you feel the aligned piercings against your hot flesh. 

“I need it, need it so bad,” you basically babble. You wanted, no, needed to know what that would feel like inside you. 

Then he did. Slowly, languidly he begins thrusting. The metal, just a tad different in temperature to cock splitting you open, drags along your insides. It was a different sensation, something that made your body feel lighter. Your hands are practically trying to tear chunks out of his shoulders. 

“Is this enough?”

“More… more…” 

“More?”

Zayne increases his speed, driving deeper into you. You almost scream from how sudden it was. You meant to tell him it was more than enough, not ask for more!

Zayne’s thumb finds your clit, applying the right amount of pressure and drawing circles around the sensitive spot. He expertly brings you to the point where you’re unloading all over his cock,  you start wishing he would’ve gotten the piercing sooner. 

The first time with you really knocked the life out of him. You plan to really milk more from him in the near future, but for now you play around with his hair.

Zayne's fast asleep, a large human blanket slumped over your body. His fingers twitch every once in a while as your hands are intertwined.

[etherafayel]

dad!sylus concerns himself with trying to catch his daughter's first milestone pure pure fluff and an emotionally whipped dad Sylus

You never took Sylus as the shutterbug type. He rarely ever appeared in or took any photos, the times he did were big occasions that you have hung up on the walls.

Your first anniversary, your promise rings, engagement, wedding, honeymoon. The little memories captured, framed and lined up along hallway and console tables. You were always the one handling the camera, trying to catch the joyful moments between you and your husband. 

There’s a recent addition to the photo collection. The birth of your daughter, a new family member who has singlehandedly changed the way you and Sylus view life itself.

Not only has she changed your status to parents, or unlocked a new protective side from the both of you but now Sylus has never put down a camera ever since you woke up again from giving birth.

Your daughter is laying on her back on her little playmat, a normal activity for a baby who’s only a few months old. Sylus however, is documenting the occasion as if she isn’t in this position everyday. 

“Come on baby… Roll over for papa?” Sylus tries to coax, camera rolling on his phone in one hand and his car keys jingling in front of her with the other. The baby reaches out with her small hands for the keys, making sounds of effort and kicking her legs to give the illusion she’s about to make a move.

“Yes, yes! All you have to do is turn your body. Turn your body,” he says slowly. He read once that repeated phrases are especially beneficial for a baby’s development and it’s all he does now. 

“Roll. Roollll…” 

The baby only laughs. Laughs like she’s finding her father’s attempts funny so she won’t do it. Sylus frowns. He’s been doing this every single day for about two months, trying his best to help his little girl finally move on her own. 

“You’ve been awfully energetic,” Sylus comments. He watches the pair of tiny legs kick at such a speed that her body starts sliding up the playmat. Sylus grabs a foot and tugs her back down to her original place.

“You could at least move this way,” he complains, gesturing a roll-over sign. “Instead of speeding away from me.” He places his phone down, now just sitting and staring at his daughter. 

Sylus grabs a banana, her favourite fruit. Even though she can only eat it mashed up, she still recognises the fruit in its true form. Her arms are outstretched as long as she can, not even a ruler’s length. 

“Nuh-uh. This is for papa,” he says softly, taking a bite from the banana. She lets out a small shriek for no reason, chewing on her balled up fists. Sylus could spend hours doing nothing but simply watching her move and look around with those eyes that she inherited from you. 

She rolls to her side, arms still outstretched. Then, like in slow motion, she tumbled over onto her stomach. 

Sylus freezes. He almost drops his banana.

“She did it… She did! Baby! You rolled over!” He cheered. You’d think he has just won an award or got a promotion. No, his little girl finally rolled over onto her stomach.

She lets out a cry of triumph, followed by delighted giggles when Sylus hoists her up and starts to celebrate the victory. 

You get a call.

“Our daughter has rolled over successfully today,” he reports, beaming.

“Oh, that’s amazing! Ugh, I hate that I wasn’t there to see it,” you groan, slumped over a desk succumbing to the paperwork.

“It’s fine, sweetie. You know I never put down my camera. I have–” he pauses when he realises. He had actually put it down.  “I didn’t get it on camera.”

Sylus looks at his daughter, the two of them blinking at each other as he comes to the realization. 

He picked up his camera and didn’t let go the entire next day until he caught her rolling over again. 

dad!Sylus is probably my fav genre of Sylus fanfics >:)

[etherafayel]

omg I just saw I hit 300 followers! I get so excited to check my tumblr these days, this is definitely motivation to keep writing

[etherafayel]

your boyfriend Zayne doesn't have erectile dysfunction... but a jacob's ladder?! (college au where Zayne attends at the usual age)

Zayne was the last person who you expected to ever be spontaneous. You never thought of your boyfriend as the type to surprise you.

You were on his bed, kissing as usual. You two never really did anything more than that because you never wanted to tear Zayne away from his homework. You’ve only been together a year and a half and he has always backed away from intimacy. He told you that he had certain issues when it comes to getting it up. You fully understood his position, never questioned it, and continued to give him affection without expecting anything more. 

The kissing was getting really heated. His glasses were all crooked and foggy. His hand settled against your waist, guiding you down against the mattress.

“Wait. Aren’t you losing studying time right now?” You ask, knowing how particular Zayne is about how he spends his non-studying time. Zayne took this time to chuck his glasses onto the floor with a hint of aggression.

“I’d like to try… it,” he breathes out, flustered from merely mentioning it. You grab Zayne’s ears and tug him closer, making sure he isn’t messing with you.

“You’re serious? All of a sudden? But you told me you were having… issues…” 

Zayne shakes his head, his hands molding over yours against his face. 

He clears his throat, “I know what I told you. I assure you, it was for a reason you would never guess.” 

“Huh?” 

Now you’re confused. Zayne’s complexion was creeping close to being the colour of a tomato, like he just confessed the biggest secret he’s been keeping throughout this relationship. His fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’ll show you, just forget whatever I said about the issues. I want you,” Zayne says, almost in a whisper. All his rationale has been thrown out the window. 

Your lashes flutter, your hand pushing up to feel his chest. 

“Alright?"  

His lips crash onto yours. You both resume that heated kissing, your leg hooked around his waist and his hands roaming all over your body. The excitement of finally getting to hook up with your boyfriend was seeping into your actions, given by how quick you were to discard your own clothing while Zayne only got rid of his shirt. 

You finally break the kiss to look down at his pants, that are in the way of your further plans. They’re already zipped down, and only started to bunch up below his hips. 

After asking Zayne again for another confirmation and receiving an impatient nod, you drag them down and out of the way. 

That’s when your eyes widen.

“It- It’s unconventional, I know…” Zayne murmurs. 

“You’re telling me you never had limp dick but piercings instead?!” You exclaim, not believing what you’re seeing. 

“Can I…?” You ask, wanting so badly to touch him. He nods and you’re immediately on it. Encompassing his girth in your hand, giving it a slow stroke and feeling the small belt of ridges on the underside. You lift it a bit, surely enough you see four small curved barbells lined up along his length. 

“I couldn’t be intimate because they hurt. A lot,” Zayne explains, biting back a moan from your close inspection. He was getting increasingly harder from your touch.

“How long did they take to heal?” 

“Mine took a little longer, about 4 months. I wasn’t comfortable with doing anything until now. It has been… 7 months.” 

There’s so many things racing through your mind. You want to lick them, feel the texture of the piercings under your tongue. You want to feel what they would add if Zayne fucked you right now. You wanted to do so many things. 

Zayne hisses when he feels your tongue, hot and wet, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. You moan yourself when you feel the indents of the piercing barbells. It almost made him taste better somehow. 

You became addicted. Engulfing his length in your mouth, bobbing your head as your lips and tongue trace around his Jacob’s ladder. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to mediate the small pulse from between them. 

Zayne whimpers, his entire body trembles as you keep at it and he feels the heat rising in his stomach. You suck on the head before switching your attention to the underside, small moans of enjoyment telling Zayne you’re exactly where you want to be. 

But then he grabs the base of his shaft and guides it out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth…” Zayne confesses. 

You don’t have to hear any more from him. It’s almost unchaste how fast you were to undress and have Zayne hovered over your spread legs. He slowly drags his dick through your folds, making you feel the aligned piercings against your hot flesh. 

“I need it, need it so bad,” you basically babble. You wanted, no, needed to know what that would feel like inside you. 

Then he did. Slowly, languidly he begins thrusting. The metal, just a tad different in temperature to cock splitting you open, drags along your insides. It was a different sensation, something that made your body feel lighter. Your hands are practically trying to tear chunks out of his shoulders. 

“Is this enough?”

“More… more…” 

“More?”

Zayne increases his speed, driving deeper into you. You almost scream from how sudden it was. You meant to tell him it was more than enough, not ask for more!

Zayne’s thumb finds your clit, applying the right amount of pressure and drawing circles around the sensitive spot. He expertly brings you to the point where you’re unloading all over his cock,  you start wishing he would’ve gotten the piercing sooner. 

The first time with you really knocked the life out of him. You plan to really milk more from him in the near future, but for now you play around with his hair.

Zayne's fast asleep, a large human blanket slumped over your body. His fingers twitch every once in a while as your hands are intertwined.

[etherafayel]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀┊ etherafayel ๋࣭ ⭑ ┊

⚠︎ - nsfw

1. SYLUS ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ sheriff!reader x outlaw!sylus ⚠︎ ⟢ vampire!sylus x elderly!reader ⟢ boxer!sylus ⚠︎ ⟢ shutterbug girldad!sylus

2. CALEB ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ farmer!caleb ⚠︎ ⟢ pegging him ⚠︎ ⟢ pilot!caleb ⚠︎ ⟢ pilot!caleb pt.2 ⚠︎

3. ZAYNE ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ iceplay ⚠︎ ⟢ nose riding ⚠︎ ⟢ he has a jacobs ladder ⚠︎

4. XAVIER ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ princess!reader x knight!xavier ⚠︎ ⟢ aphrodisiac perfume ⚠︎ ⟢ being ate out as a stress relief ⚠︎ ⟢ xavier teleports home

5. RAFAYEL ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ dacryphilia ⚠︎ ⟢ professor x professor ⚠︎ ⟢ cam boy!Rafayel ⚠︎

OTHER ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝

⟢ ex-husband Zayne finds out you're marrying Caleb ⟢ Rafayel&Caleb who get along a bit too well ⚠︎ ⟢ applefish get along too well pt. 2 ⚠︎

[etherafayel]

Screwing Pilot Caleb as a flight attendant PART TWO! wc. 1.5k Find Part One: HERE

LAX airport was absolutely humongous, it was almost impossible to get around. You’ve been through worse airports in your time as a flight attendant, but landing after a 12 hour flight to busy crowds and glaring fluorescent lighting was giving you a headache.

You tried to look more professional, your heels clicking behind you and lipstick as red as ever. But your eye bags were a dead giveaway that even you couldn’t be immune to jet lag. 

After grabbing your luggage from the airplane you made a beeline to the shuttle with your crewmates and made it to the hotel. 

You immediately undressed. 

You unbutton your blazer, slip out of your skirt and wrap a robe around your body before working on wiping off the makeup on your face. After a refreshing shower, you flopped onto the large bed. Your peace was cherished for about three seconds before there was a loud, impatient knock on the door. “Who is it?” You ask loudly.

“Housekeeping!” The voice resounds from behind the door. You would never mistake that mischief for anything else. You swing the door open, eyebrow raised. Caleb.

Clad in grey sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt. It’s a far cry from the ironed out pilot uniform you’ll usually find him in. He adjusts the watch on his wrist. 

“Caleb. I’m trying to get some rest here,” you protest. 

“Oh noo, you fell for the trap,” he taunts. He eyes you up and down, slightly biting down on his lips. 

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Why’d you answer the door looking that pretty?” 

You tut, “what a joke. I’m ready for bed.”

Caleb takes a step forward. His calculating eyes wander around the room.

“I can just crash here. Maybe I just wanna see you,” he says in a lower tone, like someone will hear him. He pushes the door closed behind him, snaking an arm around your waist. 

“You pilots are insatiable,” you retort.

The warmth of his body was radiating. He can’t seem to focus on just one part of you. He looks at your face, your chest, your arms, your neck and back at your face. 

“Have you seen other pilots?” He asks with a small pout. 

Truth is, you haven’t. You want to mess with him though, just because he always seems to mess with you. It’s the old treatment of giving one a taste of their own medicine.

“Oh yeah, plenty. Several. I’ve got pilots lined up for me on speed dial.” 

Bad idea? Caleb’s grip on your waist exponentially tightens. There’s a small tick in his jaw and a slight twitch of his eye before he tried to compose himself (and failed).

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah. Who wouldn’t be able to resist all this?” You tease further, gesturing to your form. You tried to make it sound like you really were joking, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently scratching at the nape of his neck. 

Caleb pauses, a small grunt kept at the back of his throat. 

“Right. I know I can’t…!” He tries. Tries not to let the ugly green consume him. He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, short but forceful. Then he pulls back, his eyes washing you with an undeniably jealous look. He kisses you again. 

“Caleb…” 

He kisses you with a bit more force, hands roaming around your body until it sets firmly on your ass. 

“Jump,” he commands.  A small murmur between the kisses. 

You do, and he catches you. Your legs wrap around his waist and he walks forward a bit. 

“Bedroom’s that way,” you point out. You can feel his smirk against your lips and he strides in that direction. 

The next place you land is the mattress, bouncing a bit as it catches you. Caleb hovers over you, one hand on your jaw to deepen the kiss and the other untying the robe you have on. You try your darndest to keep up with his ferocious kisses. The task took so much of your focus that you didn’t even notice when your robe was shoved down past your chest, your boobs. 

Caleb finally breaks apart the kiss to dip his head down and give attention to your nipples, perked from the exposed air in the room. He suckles hard on them, making sure to drag the flat of his tongue all over the areola. He really makes sure to have your tits covered with his saliva.

He groans lowly as he resumes his soft sucking, one hand sneaking up your robe and discovering the lack of panties. His fingers meet your bare pussy, and he adapts quickly to rubbing quick circles on your clit to accompany the actions of his mouth. The louder you moan, the faster he goes. 

“Getting wet for this pilot, aren’t ya?” Caleb quips as he looks up at your face through his lashes. You scoff.

“Can you do anything without being annoying?” 

“Not really, no,” he shakes his head. When his fingers switch from rubbing your clit to pushing past your hole, you gasp. He pumps his finger in and out, making sure you’re comfortable with his pacing. When you spread your legs out wider, bucking your hips upwards, he adds another finger. 

Your eyes squeeze shut when he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, your hand flying out to grasp at his shirt. 

“I need more,” you breathe out. “This isn’t enough.” 

“Ouch. My fingers aren’t enough?” 

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Please, just fuck me. I need more than just your fingers today.” 

Caleb tilts his head slightly. He’s quick to flip you onto your back, shimmying down his sweatpants until his half-hard cock is freed and in his palm. He jerks himself a few times, the hot length of him pressing against your delicate folds. He groans, rolling his hips slowly back and forth so your pussy can fully be reacquainted with his length.

“Caleb!” You whine, wanting him to just sheath himself into you. 

“Wait,” he pants. The mushroom tip of him circles your clit, soon slapping his tip against the nub to send sparks to your brain. “I thought you were too tired to do this?” He asks. Another slap against your clit, small dribbles of pre-cum leaving spots where it shakes off the tip. 

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“You favourite pilot? Out of the many you supposedly see?” The head of his cock slides between your folds without really entering, and draws back.

“Ever heard of a joke?” 

“I don’t find it funny,” he says almost darkly. He finally bucks his hips forward until his cock disappears into you. You arch your back, a choked moan escaping your lips. He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, the wet sounds of your pussy gushing around his dick filling the room. 

“Seriously–” you try, “I was lying–” 

“You think joking about seeing other men makes it better?” 

Caleb pulls out briefly, his hand hooking under your waist and flipping you like a page in a book. He grabs two handfuls of your ass, kneading the flesh before he levels you up and pushes back into your pussy. 

There you were again, only feeling the way his fat cock spears into you unforgiving. This time his actions are more rugged, more full of mild annoyance from a pure joke. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head, face pushed into the pillow below. 

He was fucking you stupid. 

You and Caleb probably kept each other busy for a few hours after that. At that rate you felt like he fucked the sleepiness right out of you. He kept twisting and turning your body to its limits, making you feel every inch and how he really jams himself into your insides. 

You barely felt his cum splash across your back before he’s already wiping it off. Both bodies blanketed with a sheen of sweat, both pairs of lungs trying to recover from taking such short breaths for some time. 

“Are you still mad?” You ask tentatively, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he dabs a tissue along your cum-stained thighs. 

“You were lying?” He mumbles, feeling like a child for letting his emotions get to him so easily.

“100%, I was just messing with you,” you scoot closer to him. You move his hand away that’s still occupied with cleaning up whatever remnants are left over. “It’s clean enough.” 

Caleb looks up at you, his violet eyes softening at the sight of you. 

“I’m tryin’ to make up for the last time. I didn’t have the time to help you clean up.” 

You respond by hooking your hands around his shoulders, tugging him down onto the bed with you. You pepper his face with small kisses, heart soaring when you hear his genuine laugh from your actions. 

For the first time in a while a hook-up with Caleb didn’t end with you two parting ways almost immediately.

This time, you fall asleep in his arms.

wowie that was a long one? I got carried away ngl

[etherafayel]

your fics r peak ily

I JUST SCREAMED OMG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE GOTTEN SOMETHING IN MY INBOX THANK YOU SMMMM ILY 🫶🫶🫶

[etherafayel]

commanding cam boy Rafayel as his #1 subscriber

Camboy Rafayel, because he believes that sex is an art form in itself. The way human bodies can intertwine, exchanging their deepest secrets of pleasure and control. 

He’s also just a bit of a exhibitionist, but that’s a secondary motivation. 

The comments are flooding in as soon as he begins the stream. He wears a plain black mask to conceal the lower half of his face, a low-waisted pair of black jeans and an open white button-up. His abs are all out on display, that includes the small fish tattoo on the lower right-side of his hips. 

One of his famous ‘charms’ was the various beauty marks littered all over his body. Commenters often expressed how much they wanted to map out those dots all over his body with their tongues and teeth. Rafayel revelled in all of the glory of being so desired. 

You’re his biggest subscriber. Every chance you get, you donate hundreds of dollars to him every stream. Rafayel enjoyed your patronage so much he started to eagerly look for your name against everyone else’s.

“Is my number one sweetheart present?” He asks, sending a wink to the camera. You’re quick to send a hello and a kissy emoticon to the chat. 

“There she is,” he says as he reads your eager comments. He sits back in his chair, toying with the buttons of his shirt. He shrugs it off his shoulders, revealing the two small silver studs pierced through his nipples. He brings his hands up and tweaks his nipples with his fingers, gently grazing the piercings with a soft, breathy moan. 

$20 sent. 

y/n: Love when you play with your nipples. Why don't you grope yourself too?

Rafayel trails a hand down to his crotch, groping himself obscenely as if someone else is touching him. He palms himself through the jeans, feeling the pleasure from the friction. He brushes his nipple with his other hand. 

Donations started coming in, but nobody else dared to give requests when you were obviously dominating Rafayel’s actions today. 

$20 sent. 

y/n: Undo your jeans?

“My pleasure, darling,” Rafayel complies. He whimpers a bit when he has to stop groping himself but he unzips his jeans in a haste to free himself from the confines. 

“Can I take them off? Please?” 

y/n: Go ahead.

He’s quick to push the pants down his legs, now only left in his briefs. The thick outline of his length presses against the fabric, begging to be let out. He adjusts his position in the chair and continues palming himself. He wraps his fingers around the outline of his cock through his underwear and rubs himself up and down. 

His dick was leaking pre-cum, the more he played with himself the bigger the wet spot became. At some point the fabric concealing his cock was no longer needed, his pre-cum had stained it to the extent where it almost became transparent.

$50 sent.

y/n: Underwear off.

“Off? Mm, thank you sweetheart. You always know when to order me around,” Rafayel says. His face, neck and chest look airbrushed with a pink tint. He looks cute, despite the slutty way he’s presenting himself to his viewers.

He stands up from his chair for a moment. Only his lower body is in view, a clearer sight for the viewers to see the way his cock springs out when he slowly peels the last piece of clothing off his body. 

It’s leaking so much pre-cum, bubbling at the tip and dripping down his thighs. He sits back down, his eyes glued to the way his dick is so hard it almost hurts. 

$50

y/n: Don’t touch yourself, pretty boy.

“What? Oh, you’re so cruel…” His tone is pouty, you can tell he’s frowning from beneath the mask. He tries his best to keep his hands on his sides, his dick red and irritated from lack of attention. 

He sits for thirty seconds, trembling and whimpering. He bites his lips red. His eyes are almost glassy from being so hard and not being allowed to do anything about it. 

$100 sent.

y/n: Touch yourself.

Rafayel doesn’t even bother to give a snarky remark or comment. He sighs in relief when his hand finally envelopes his aching cock and he gives it a nice stroke. 

“Ohhh my god, sweetheart. Was waitin’ for this,” he moans out. His hand fastens pace, almost becoming a blur around his dick. The slick sounds of him smearing his pre-cum and his soft moans are a sweet melody to your ears. Everyone else stacks their donations and makes comments about how hot it was that you made him wait to touch himself.

“Sweet… Nngh– Sweetheart,” he whispers in a trance. He wants you to know that he’s doing this for you, as per your request. His hips buck into his hand, he squirms in the chair pathetically. He cracks an eye open to make sure you won’t torture him by telling him to stop.

Instead, you gave him the green. 

With another $100. 

He speeds up his pace, panting as he reaches his near. 

y/n: Cum for all of us, pretty boy ;)

Rafayel keeps at it until his back arches, and his cock ejects spurts of white string. It splats all over his abs, reaching his chest. He lays back in his chair, making sure everyone gets a good look at how his #1 subscriber can make a mess of him. 

“Did you all enjoy that? Bet you all jerked off with me,” Rafayel sits upright, his cock twitching from the aftershocks. He scoots his chair closer to the screen, not wanting to bother getting dressed again. After wiping his eyes clear again, he decides to do his usual outro. 

Then he adds, “see you next time, sweetheart.”

[etherafayel]

ex-husband Zayne finds out you're marrying Caleb

Your ex-husband Zayne, who you divorced as his distance wedged itself between your marriage. You would really, really try to spend any time off that he had with him, and he ended up snapping at you for always demanding to be in his space when all he needed was to unwind.

He picked up the pen and signed the papers with utmost hesitation. 

He almost fought you about it, but realised that if he was making you so unhappy to the point where you contemplated separation, he didn’t deserve you. 

After you two had gotten married, Zayne had already dropped the role of being your primary care physician due to professional reasons. But you still had your appointments in Akso hospital. 

He buried himself in his work. He doesn’t bother going back home, or even leaving his office. Greyson’s been concerned. He’s the only one bringing Zayne his food in the office and checking up to see if he’s even a little bit okay. 

“There’s more to life than this office, Zayne,” Greyson speaks, cutting through the silence. 

“There isn’t.”

“Come on. Sure there is. There’s a whole world out there!” 

“Not without her.”

Greyson pauses. What is he supposed to say to that? He decides to back out before he says anything to aggravate Zayne. 

“Yvonne restocked her mints,” he says before closing the door. 

Zayne is seen by the reception desk shovelling a handful of mints into his pocket no more than 5 minutes later. 

“Still robbing Yvonne?”

Zayne stiffens. It couldn’t be, no. He would’ve preferred just being busted by Yvonne herself. Yet he finds himself just a little hopeful when it’s you standing at the desk with a faint disapproval.

You’re beautiful. The same amount of glowing beauty you had even when trapped by marriage with him. It feels like a sharp sting to see you again, so put-together without his presence in your life. He’s there with unstyled hair, year-old eyebags and a coat stained with ink. 

“Sugar increases dopamine levels,” he states.

“Temporarily.”

Zayne gulps. You were the only person who could make him feel guilty about his other habit of throwing facts as a defense. 

“How are you?” The doctor asks. His strained voice tells that he doesn’t want to hear that you’ve been too happy after divorcing him. That would only prove his theory that he really was just dragging you down. 

“Good. I’m… engaged.”

The moment you said those words is the moment Zayne felt an invisible hand squeezing his throat. It pressed down on his Adam's apple.

“Is that so?” He musters up the voice to respond. His voice sounds slightly high, even more strained. 

“Yeah. I’m getting married in about three months,” you tell him. You purposefully leave out one important detail. Zayne wouldn’t dare–

“To who?”

You look down at the ring on your finger. The large, sparkly diamond that reflects a new chapter in your life. 

“Caleb.”

Caleb.

Caleb Xia stole Zayne’s wife. Stole what could’ve been from right under the doctor’s nose. 

The name ‘Caleb’ floats around Zayne’s mind the entire night. It made him freeze up and escape the conversation without any further words. Who knew it would’ve been an old childhood friend to come back and haunt Zayne? 

It’s a whole new type of heartache that extended from when the divorce happened. A new branch of hurt that grew when he heard the word ‘engaged’ and it wasn’t associated with him. 

Three months later, Zayne sits in an office knowing you’re out there getting married again. That you’re walking down an aisle, reciting vows and sliding a wedding band to a different hand for a different man. A man that can really make you happy. Someone who isn’t him. 

He messed it all up. He doesn’t deserve the sunlight that everyone else feels. He doesn’t deserve to smile after losing what mattered most.

Zayne doesn’t know if he can forgive himself for letting you go like that. 

Even more, to know that you’re happier with someone else.

I'm not expecting this to really do well but I wanted to write abt the whole ex-husband trope I guess. maybe I'll do another one.