Rafayel’s hair grows really fast, and I like to headcanon that it’s a little curlier than his LSG shows. It starts to get get fluffy and extra curly the longer it gets. And Caleb, with his experience learning about your hair growing up, is braiding the little duck tail of lavender and violet.
I headcanon Xavier, with his steeled face and princely education, never lets his anxiety show physically— except for certain cases. He digs his nails into his palms, or pick at the skin around his nails. It takes a lot to get to him, but when it does, the opposite happens from when he’s happy. Instead of joyful little orbs of starlight, all the lights around him dim. In an eerie, unsettling way, like when the sun is blotted out during an eclipse.
Sylus has a biting thing. It’s not necessarily a fetish because it’s not always sexual. He likes to feel something between his teeth. As he falls asleep, he likes to mouth at your neck, gently nipping and squeezing your flesh under blunted teeth. It doesn’t hurt, because he just wants to feel the pressure of you. The taste of your skin at the tip of his tongue— it’s nonsensical, but everyone in your polycule is weird. And it’s oddly comforting too…
prolly going to fall asleep after posting this (naptime !) but softer yandere sylus + sleepy reader.
he makes you a room full of soft things; a huge bed, so many pillows, a thick comforter, fluffy blankets, the softest carpet ever, a big comfy couch, a tv, video games, art supplies, books, and plushies! he even added a little cabinet just for storing your favorite snacks. if you turn off the lights, there are cute, dimmer lamps throughout the room so you can adjust the lighting as you see fit.
he knows it's incredibly enticing to just walk in and let yourself curl up in the comfort, dozing off surrounded by soft things. you can have any food whenever you want, courtesy of his talented private chef and fully stocked kitchen. and if you call for sylus, he'll be there to scoop you up into his arms and give you more affection than you've ever felt in your life.
he's tempting you towards him with a life where you'll never be alone again, and you'll have an incredibly doting boyfriend willing to do anything to keep you happy. he already set up a room where you can feel entirely safe, somewhere reliable to retreat to when your anxiety gets to be too much. the only thing you have to do to earn all of this is give up your freedom, but surely that's a small sacrifice in the face of all you have to gain. just give in and let him take care of everything, okay?
୨୧ ― Caleb has spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood rejecting every admirer who threw themselves at him- returning their homemade lunches, turning down their confessions, never once letting anyone get close enough to touch him like that.
He was too focused. Too loyal. Too busy dreaming about the girl who'd grown up beside him, the one whose birthday made up half of his passwords.
His girl.
And now, finally, after all this time, he has you exactly where he's dreamed of you for almost a decade- beneath him, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes.
God, she's really here. She's really letting me-
His internal thought cuts off when he hears your sweet voice.
"C-Caleb-," you whine pitifully, fat tears beginning to bead along your lower lashes as you squirm beneath him in his apartment you've slowly been turning into a home... "I- I don't think-"
"What's wrong?" He sounds almost boyish in his confusion, purple eyes soft with concern as he brushes sweaty hair from your forehead, "Did I do something-"
"S'too big."
He blinks, tilting his head like the adorable idiot he is, "I'm... no, I'm sure I'm average? I mean, I haven't really compared, but…" his words trail off…
Caleb can do nothing but stare...
How your poor little cunt is struggling, quivering, lips stretched obscenely trying to swallow the first few inches of him...
His length is ridiculous- he realizes that now with sudden, dawning clarity, watching nearly half of his shaft still jutting out from where your bodies meet.
Despite how wet he's gotten you with his fingers and tongue and desperate grinding- despite the slick mess coating your inner thighs, the way you'd gushed around two of his knuckles, the way you'd soaked his chin when he'd eaten you out… you're still barely able to take him.
He'd always assumed those whispered comments from classmates back in high school were idle gossip. Locker room flattery he was too humble to believe -even now during showers on the fleet-. Girls giggling behind cupped hands, guys clapping his shoulder with that knowing look...
But now-
Fuck.
Now he understands as he watches you try to adjust.
Watching how your belly flutters with each shallow breath, watching your thighs tremble where they're spread wide around his hips. Watching the visible bulge of himself pressing up against the soft give of your lower stomach when he sinks another inch deeper and you let out this broken little whimper that makes his balls tighten.
He's ruining you. Reshaping you. Your tight little hole wasn't built for this, wasn't made for a cock this fat, this long, this mean- and he can't decide if the thought makes him want to pull out and apologize or grab your hips and bury himself to the hilt just to watch you fall apart.
"Shh, shh, hey." His voice has dropped low, rougher than you've ever heard it, and there's something dark flickering in those usually playful eyes. That possessive edge he's hidden for years, now surfacing as he stares down at where his thick cockhead is trying desperately to sink into your fluttering hole, "I've waited so long for this, Pips... For you. We're going to make it fit, okay? I'll take care of you, just like i always have."
His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. So gentle. So caring. So him.
And then his other hand pins your hip to the mattress as he snaps forward, burying every fat inch inside you in one brutal thrust.
"AHHH- CALEB!!" Your scream tears through his quiet apartment, back arching clean off the sheets as your cunt is forced to stretch around him, walls clenching and spasming helplessly against the intrusion.
It's too much -he's too much-, splitting you open on a cock that has no business being attached to a man who watches you like that. All soft, starving devotion. A loyal pup at the feet of its goddess, even while he wrecks you.
"Pips- oh, fuck, there we go," Caleb groans, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, those pretty eyes rolling back slightly as he bottoms out. His pelvis grinds against yours, the root of him stuffed so deep you can feel him in your goddamn stomach. "You're so tight- shit, is it always like this? Is this-"
"Y-you're my f-first too, you idiot," you sob, and something breaks in his expression.
First. I'm her first. She waited for me too.
"Oh, Pipsqueak," he breathes, and now both hands are cradling your face while his hips stay perfectly still to let you adjust. His cock twitches inside you, and you keen. "My sweet girl. I didn't know. I didn't-" He drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, "I thought- I would've been gentler, I would've-"
"N'just-" You gulp for air, body quaking, "just stay still. M'need to -hah- adjust"
He nods, pressing apologetic kisses all over your tear stained face while his massive length pulses inside your stretched out cunt. But even as he soothes you, that darker part of his mind is calculating.
If I keep her on my cock long enough... if I fuck her through it over and over... her body will learn. She'll mold to me. Only me. She won't be able to take anyone else after this...
Good.
And when your walls finally relax enough for him to move, rolling his hips in a slow, devastating grind that makes your eyes roll back... Caleb learns something else about himself that night...
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