Guys- imagine Caleb's trying to get down and dirty with you and he starts trying to undo buttons on his uniform but you distract him by kissing him so his hands cup your face instead and then when you start heavily making out, he starts trying to slip off his uniform again but you start clenching at the fabric of his jacket and kissing him harder. He thinks that maybe you're just really into making out right now so he doesn't think much of it. It isn't until he's slid down his zipper and starting to slide down his pants that he realizes you're just trying to fuck him with the uniform on. Zipper down is fine, but pants down all the way? Not fine. Ruins the effect. And keep the hat on. He bites back a laugh but he can't help the way he grins. He's honestly kinda proud that his job turns you on. He proceeds to lean heeeeavily into the roleplay, saying as your commanding officer, he has a right to put you in your place. All aboard the Captain Caleb flight, it's about to be a bumpy ride!
Thinking of a certain Vice Captain who, after his phone dies, decides to mess around on your phone, scrolling through your social media and what not. You're busy writing up reports anyway and he's simply waiting for you to finish. It's not like you need your phone. You let him scroll away, thinking nothing of it at first.
The two of you go about finishing up your night, you turn in your paperwork, you have dinner together, and you head into the shower. After some heavy making out, you finally shove Soshiro out of the shower -to his dismay- saying that you already know he finished washing up ages ago and he's just distracting you at this point. You take another ten minutes or so to finish up your shower and when you come out, you swear, though it might be the steam clouding up your vision, that you saw your boyfriend....practicing palming the...wall? Must've been the steam. Had to be it. You start to dry yourself off with a towel, again, thinking nothing of it.
Before you know it, he's slammed you against the bathroom wall, hand above your head, pressed harshly against the tile.
You're beet red at this point, surprise squeaking its way out of your mouth.
He's barely noticed, he's flexing his wrist, muttering to himself, "Wait, was that how they did it? Was that too much force...? Hmm..."
"S-Soshiro? Um...what was that?"
"Oh, I just saw some video on your phone, something about booktok and wall slams. Don't think I did it right though-" He finally meets your gaze, only to realize you're still as flushed as ever (in fact, you're even more flushed now that you realize what he was trying to do), eyes wide eyed and innocent, teeth burying themselves in your plush lips, biting back a sultry sigh.
But now- now not a day goes by without you clinging to his arm for warmth, or you falling asleep on his shoulder, or you intertwining his fingers with yours as you walk him to practice, or you tugging him along behind you as you run ahead, excitedly point out that the cherry blossoms are in bloom, or that the birds are flying overhead, or that the flower seller is out today. And he loves it. He loves you.
But recently, he’s begun to notice that you only like to walk on his right side. Maybe it’s on purpose, maybe you feel safer on his right, or maybe it’s subconscious, maybe you don’t even notice you always run up to the same side of him every time you see him; either way, he’s more than willing to give up his right arm to make you smile.
That only begs the question, what is he going to do without his dominant arm available to him?
At first, it starts out small.
At first, he’s simply scrolling on his phone with his left hand while he massages your tense neck with his right. Then he’s flipping pancakes with his left, wrapping his right around you as you watch. All of a sudden, now he’s writing with his left, rubbing your back with his right. Before you know it, he’s become ambidextrous, seemingly out of nowhere.
And you can’t help but be impressed. It is quite the party trick after all.
You don’t realize exactly how impressive it is until he’s showing you just how proficient he is with his left hand when he slips his fingers through your dripping folds, pumping them in and out to a rhythm you’ve come to love so much and curling them to hit that oh-so-sweet spot that his right hand has come to know so well. And when he drums your orgasm right out of you, and licks his left two fingers clean, you think you might just prefer it this way.
And you wonder what else he’s learned with that left hand of his.
I swear, Sylus’ favorite pastime is butting into our work life. He knows he has other things to do, but nothing is more important to him than seeing you. Doesn’t matter to him in the slightest that he literally has to go out of his way to find leads that’ll help in your cases, as long as he gets to see you in the end. Sooo I was just thinking about how ridiculously happy he’d be if you started doing the same thing to him.
Imagine Luke and Kieran report to him that some members of his organization are planning to start a coup. He tells them to bring his bike around so he can look into the situation himself, and by the time he’s pulled his jacket on, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and opened the front door, there’s already a group of men all tied together, sitting on their asses in his front lawn. You wave to him with a smile. “Hi, honey! Just thought I’d stop by on my lunch break. Brought some takeout for us to split. Oh, and these suspicious men.” I bet he grins so wide you can see it from space.
Or like, what if you arrested a group of protocore smugglers at work and you notice that besides smuggling protocores, they also smuggle a variety of rare merchandise that you happen to know Sylus has been trying to get his hands on for days. Now, you don’t have to tell him about it. Technically, you’re supposed to be confiscating all property related to the smugglers and bringing it in for examination, buuuuuut your boss is really only interested in the protocores, right? Maybe you swing by Sylus’ place, claiming you were just in the area, “on my way back to base” (which is in the opposite direction, by the way), and you drop off the bundle of goodies for him. He’s already like a kid on Christmas when he sees you and you alone, imagine the look on his face when he sees that you’ve got your hands on the products he’s been searching for tirelessly as well.
And we all know Sy’s favorite move is to hack into your comms and give you directions through them, like he’s a part of your personal espionage team. Imagine he’s in the middle of difficult negotiations with a potential business partner and he suddenly hears your voice in his ear, “Tell him the Hunter’s Association knows about the money he’s got stored away in the Cayman’s. Imagine if that money were to suddenly be under investigation.” And then Sy gets to smirk and make his threats like there isn’t some little birdie whispering to him everything he needs to know. When he gets his hands on you, he makes sure to be very thorough about expressing his thanks.
(Anyway, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him ever since his new trailer in the main storyline dropped. That smirk of his makes me wanna get on my knees and stay there all damn night.)
I headcanon that if you ever got into a relationship with Igris, Jinwoo would tease you by summoning Igris in the middle of sex. One minute he’s on top of you, the next- he’s back in Jinwoo’s shadow. If Jinwoo weren’t literally the most powerful hunter in existence, you might kick his ass. Instead, you settle for calling him to whine about how you were literally on the verge of coming and if he doesn’t send Igris back to you right now, you’ll tell Cha Hae-In that he whimpers when he jacks off. There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Then he grumbles “That was ONE time and you WEREN’T supposed to be home.” And before you know it, Igris is right back where he should be: in your arms.
Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m working on a Solo Leveling fic and these are my thoughts at the moment 😂
Was just thinking about all the times Sylus has helped us at work and I feel like Rafayel would be much the same. He also has things he should be doing, places to go, people to see, work to finish, and yet he’d rather slip out of work to go find you because no other place or person could ever measure up to the pleasure of seeing you. And god forbid you shoot him a text that it looks like you’ll be working late tonight. That man needs his time with you and he is getting it no matter what.
“Hey cutie, I was just in the area, and thought I’d bring you a cup of coffee!” Rafayel enthusiastically waves as he makes his merry way over to you.
“Umm. Thanks babe…hey- I thought you were at an art event a city over?”
“Pshhh, it’s practically next door.”
“It’s…it’s like a 40 minute drive from here.”
“Good thing I didn’t drive then.” He grins, pointing at the helicopter you’ve just now noticed is flying away.
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at all the theatrics. "I see I'll be apologizing to Thomas later." You accept his coffee and slip your fingers in between his, allowing him to walk you back to your division’s office. "Thanks for the drink, baby. It was nice seeing you, even if only for a minute.”
Rafayel smiles like he’s content just to walk beside you. But he knows he didn’t fly all the way here just for a mere minute of your time. “Hey, you know, I was just thinking- the coffee shop I happened to stop by had this weird back alley behind it and I saw some guys with tiger tattoos carrying these heavy boxes. Kinda strange, isn’t it?”
Your eyes widen with recognition as you recall your briefing from this morning detailing the group of ruffians who’d stolen and tampered with a large batch of Protocores; the one thing every member of this group had in common were their tiger tattoos. “Where was this coffee shop again?”
And before you even realize he’s weaseled his way into your mission, you blink and suddenly you’re in a warehouse, looming over the infamous gang, every member bound and gagged, with barely time to recall how you’d even gotten here in the first place. And why were they already served up to you on a silver platter? These men were dangerous, cunning. That’s why Jenna had made sure to let everyone know it would be a late night. But now, here they were, all tied together in the center of the room, before it was even five o clock, like they’d been gifted to you. No, seriously, someone had put a bow on top of their heads.
You turn to Rafayel, suspicion swirling in your mind.
He shrugs. “Just as lost as you are.”
“But you went ahead to do recon. Remember? I said let me take care of it, and you were already running three steps ahead of me. Surely you must have something to do with this.” You speak as if you already know the answer, but you don’t. You know it’s highly possible Rafayel helped you, but he couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute before he came bounding back to you to tell you there was a back entrance. With how many gang members there are, each with their own unique skill set, you’re sure there’s no way he alone took down the entire lot of them. Right?
Rafayel subtly adjusts his hand so it’s behind him, wiping a drop of blood from his knuckles on his dark pants. “Not me, cutie. I’m just your recon guy. But it’s very flattering that you think I can do so much in so little time.” He even throws in a dramatic bow to make the situation seem all the more ridiculous.
He’s right. You’ve seen him fight, and he’s a great fighter, but there’s no way one guy took on an entire gang. You must be too hopped up on caffeine to think straight. You snap back into work mode and call in a team to escort the gang members to jail and seize all their assets. Rafayel watches from the sidelines, proud as ever.
“Whew!” You jog back to Rafayel after doling out a few commands to your fellow officers. “Sorry for the wait, love- hope you weren’t too bored.”
“Nonsense. I thought it was very entertaining -not to mention attractive- the way you bossed all those rookies around.” He gives you a wink.
You blush and change the subject. “So it looks like I won’t be home late after all, do you wanna maybe go somewhere for dinner?”
“Sure thing, cutie. Why don’t you pick a place on your phone? I’ll try anything you like. But I think I dropped my bracelet when I was sneaking around the warehouse. Lemme just do a quick lap and I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Are you sure? I can come with-”
“It’s just a silly, little bracelet; I’ll come right back. And don’t you even think about pre-paying for the meal; you know I always have you covered. Be right back!” He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sending you off towards the car in a daze.
Once he’s sure you’re out of sight, he slips into the prison bus where the officers are temporarily holding the prisoners until they can be transferred to jail. “I’m sure no one in here is stupid enough to try anything after our little spat earlier, but I wanted to pay you all a visit anyway in case you get any ideas about escaping. I’ve got dinner plans tonight and if they get interrupted for any reason at all, you’ll be answering to me and I won’t be as generous as I was earlier.” With one last commanding look, the devil in his eyes, he slips out of the bus like he was never there in the first place.
Skipping over to the car, his demeanor completely changed, he sticks his head through your open window and plants a huge kiss on your cheek. “Pick a place yet, cutie? Where are we going?”
Tonight, I am just thinking about my men- Rafayel and Caleb.
They’ve both got such attachment/abandonment issues- I bet they purposely go to sleep with their dicks still inside you, just to hold on to that bit of intimacy, just to remind themselves that it was real, and that for a moment, you wanted them so badly that you shared the most intimate part of yourself with them. Aaaaand also they just want to keep some part of you physically attached to them, because of course, they can’t let you slip away from them now. I bet if you try to roll over in your sleep, they just wrap their arms around you tighter and adjust themselves so they’re deeper inside you. I bet they fuck you awake in the morning. I bet when they fuck you awake, you’re still spilling cum that they pumped inside you in the middle of the night when they had such delicious wet dreams about you clenching around them so tightly.
Sorry, this is so stupid, but this is based off of a conversation I was having with my best friend and I think it’s so funny and I had to post it. So, I have, like, a legit fear of the ocean- c’mon, it’s big, it’s dark, and no one knows everything that’s actually at the bottom- but I feel like I’d do so much better with the ocean if Rafayel was real.
Imagine a shark is swimming towards you in the water and right as it’s about to take a large bite out of you, Rafayel just pops up beside you and boops it on the nose. “ExCUSE me, Bruce?? I’ve known you since you were a lil baby and this is how you decide to treat my wife?? Nuh-uh. I’m not having any of this. Matter of fact, I’m telling your MOM. Also, I thought you went vegan???”
Or imagine, you’re swimming in the shallows and an eel or something of the slippery sort slides across your leg and it makes you squirm out of instinct.
Rafayel just blinks at you. “Sorry, is something wrong?”
“It- it was just so…so slimy and gross.” You whine.
He sighs. “Cutie, this is my friend Steve that I’ve known since we were little. Steve has a wife and four kids and volunteers at the habitat for sea-manity. Do you still think he’s gross?”
“Um, n-no. Pleased to m-meet you, Steve.”
And, like, imagine if he took you to a particularly dark underwater grotto and you start to panic at just how dark and ominous it is. He notices how your grip on his arm tightens as he leads you deeper.
“My bad, guess someone forgot to pay the electricity bill this month. Ahem!” And then he claps his hands and suddenly schools of glowing fish are swimming circles around you, lighting up the cave, and bioluminescent algae begin to glow on the cavern walls like all they needed was his command to do so.
And besides the fact that drowning is no longer an option, and besides the fact that he can command the storms and the waves to give you nothing but smooth sailing, he also just makes the ocean so much more beautiful.
Imagine you’re in awe when you see your first rainbow colored coral reef.
“See that, cutie? That’s not just a coral reef, that’s luxury living right there. Only VIPs can afford to live in such prime real estate, and I’ve booked out the entire place for you, free of charge. Isn’t it amazing?”
