â History teacher!Sylus x Art teacher!nonmc
â Fantasy/mythological AU
â Thief!nonmc
â Pro-wrestler!nonmc (story idea)
đ Archfiend!sylus x princess!nonmc
â Shy!nonmc oneshot
đ Khaosi Sovereign!Sylus
There is something almost comical about seeing Sylus in the bathtub.
His long legs resting atop the tiled edge, not that they can't fit. It's his home after all, everything was carefully designed to his likening. "Am I in the presence of adonis?" You grin softly, watching one eye lazily open to look at you. A matching grin tugging at his lips as he shifts his posture slightly. Water runs down his chest in rivets; the entire bathroom is engulfed in steam that lures you in.
"Can't a man relax in the tub?" You swallow your snicker, carefully crossing the distance to stand by the edge. "Oh you certainly can. Just... when you look like that..." You're shameless as you eye him, intentions not quite innocent but full of admiration nonetheless.
"You'd be the easiest victim if I were a siren?" He croons, a grin so wicked that you can't help but roll your eyes. "I wouldn't even need a trap, I fear I just might dive in willingly." You sit yourself on the edge of the tub, hunter's uniform still clinging to your body as you run your fingers through the aromatic bubbles.
"Well, you are more than welcome to join me right now." His head tilts, hair slightly damp from the heat of the room and sticking to his forehead. You can't even form words, nearly melting at the thought of letting your sore body submerge not only into the hot water but into his embrace. "Cat got your tongue, kitten?"
"You could say that... help me?" You pull lamely at your buttons, pouting softly as if to entice him. Though, you already had him hooked the second your fingers half-heartedly tugged. Without a word, Sylus shifts himself. The legs that had been thrown tantalizingly over the tub's edge were now dragged under the water as he shifted to his knees.
Water cascaded down his frame, his hips still carefully submerged below the water's surface as he reached forward with wet hands and began to undo each button of your uniform. "Poor baby, rough day?"
Your mouth stayed partially open, shifting between his face and the water running down his body in beautiful rivets. You couldn't care less that your clothes were getting soaked from his touch. You just needed to feel his skin on yours; feel the hot water caress your body.
Layer after layer falls to the floor, every inch of skin that is exposed is covered by a delicately placed kiss. Your arms are guided around his neck when you are fully bare. Sylus tugs you to him, submerging you both under the hot water as you cling to one another.
"This..." a murmur, soft and sweet next to your ear "...is much better than the relaxing I was doing before." `His fingers trail up and down your spine, keeping you snuggly against him as he presses his cheek to the top of your head. "I could stay like this forever." You manage to mumble out, body already giving into exhaustion as you finally feel safe.
"What's stopping us?" For once, you couldn't think of a single thing to say back. Not one reason seemed good enough. Warm and loved, safely wrapped up in Sylus' arms. The hot bath was just a plus.
I have like actual smut I'm attempting to write. Be gentle on me this is like the first cohesive thing I've written in 4 months ;-; Sylus did in fact come home but he took like 70 of my wishes... including the free wishes though so luckily I still have 95 wishes for the upcoming (rumored) multi ehehe. If I can't find the will to finish the smut I'm trying to write in time for Sy's birthday, at least I have whatever this is lol
luke slaps the paper onto your forehead, already losing it.
âgo on,â he urges, glancing at sylus.
sylus narrows his eyes slightly.
âdon't make it too complicated,â you say sweetly.
a pause, then he sighs, gesturing to himself.
âthis is me.â
you look him up and down.
â⊠my short king.â
silence. kieran folds. luke turns away, his shoulders shaking as he tries to contain his laughter. sylus just stares at you.
ââŠhuh?â
âyou said itâs you.â
âsince when am i your 'short king'.â sylus sighs, already beginning to feel rage baited...
âwhat am i to you?â
âurmm,â you think. â... a man?â
his jaw tightens as he lets out another loud sigh. ââŠlove, listen to me... who am i to you?.â you pretend to think.
ââŠbig man?â
he steps closer now, clearly trying to fix this. luke lets out a strangled noise. sylus exhales slowly.
ââŠno.â he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. he looks down, your wedding bands glinting softly under the light, trying to give you a huge hint, but you keep staring up at him, very confused.
ââŠkidnapper?â
ââŠâ
kieran is gone, luke is hitting the table and sylusâs eye twitches.
ââŠseriously?â
you grin, and sylus begins to realise this is yet another one of your weekly shenanigans.
ââŠi mean you did kidnapp me"
âalright, we're done here...â
he rips the paper off your forehead and holds it in front of your face. HUSBAND. a soft giggle at first⊠then full-on laughing, shoulders shaking. before he can say anything, you grab his collar and tug him down, pressing a big, exaggerated smooch right onto his lips.
âmwah, sorry,â you mumble against him, still laughing. a pause. sylus just stares at you with sparkles in his eyes.
ââŠyouâre unbelievable,â he mumbles as he leans in to kiss you back...
You wake up because something feels⊠wrong. Cold. Suspiciously cold. Your eyes flutter open, and it takes approximately two seconds to realise the problem. The blanket is completely gone, stolen by the hunk of a man sleeping beside you.
You turn your head slowly. There he is. Sylus, your beloved husband. Completely at peace, fast asleep, breathing steady, one arm tucked under his head and the entire blanket wrapped around him like he fought for it in battle and won.
You stare.
ââŠYouâre joking.â
No response. Of course not. You try to tug the blanket back but nothing moves. You pull harder and still nothing.
ââŠSylus.â
A small shift. Barely any progress... You narrow your eyes, gathering strength, and yank it, successfully moving it a few centimetres towards yourself. You sit up now, fully offended.
Before you can even argue, his arm reaches out, catching your wrist and pulling you back down against him in one smooth motion.
Warm. Annoyingly warm.
His body heat immediately seeps into you as he shifts slightly, the blanket finally... finally, falling over both of you. You huff, glancing up. Heâs still knocked out in deep sleep.
You stare at him for a second longer⊠then sigh, melting into him anyway.
ââŠThief.â
His hold tightens just slightly and this time, youâre warm enough to fall back asleep.
"You're so handsome..." You press a soft kiss to Sylus's jaw, hands slipping under his sweater to brush your fingers against the muscles of his ridiculous abs. He hums, and you swear there are hearts in his eyes as he moves to kiss you back.
But when your hands descend lower, you don't find what you're expecting.
"...You're not hard." Sylus's brow lifts, watching you with surprise as you cease your motions.
"Am I...supposed to be?" He questions at your pouting, resting a warm hand on your thigh, which does little to help dissipate the need resting in your stomach.
"I'm touching you! Yeah, you should be! Usually you...you get hard pretty quickly." The insecurity starts to creep into your voice at the end, and Sylus is quick to sit up and grab your attention.
"Sweetie...look at me." His voice is soft, so you find it in yourself to meet his bright red eyes.
"Do you desire me?"
"Obviously."
You swear he smirks for a moment, but then it vanishes. He leans in closer, lips just a breath away from yours.
"Then feel it. And accept it. And I will feel the same." Sylus whispers, though you can barely hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
You let your eyes close, letting the desire for Sylus that you always keep hidden burn through you. The moment you do, he sucks in a breath, the air around you suddenly charged with pleasure.
âSylus,â you shifted in his lap to face him, his brows lifted, lips stretching into a smile.
âKitten?â
You slowly traced the line of his jaw with your thumb, the skin there was smooth from a recent shave. You still hadnât spoke, just took in each detail your eyes could reach. The bridge of his nose, the lines where his eyebrows furrow and the silvery-white hair that framed them. Beautiful pieces of your loverâs human puzzle.
âI love being here. With you.â Your voice was quiet, but there was no denying the weight of the words that filled the intimate space between you.
âThereâs no place Iâd rather be, really. IâŠdonât think Iâve understood warmth until I felt it from your embrace.â You slid your hand into his to feel the warmth you described, it radiated beneath your skin like liquid fire, wrapped around you like it belonged.
âSweetieâŠ,â Sylus began, your voice broke in to gently interrupt him.
âDo you understand how much I adore you? How long you had to endure wearing the facade of a monster, when youâre the most gentle man Iâve ever met?â
His gaze faltered then, flickering down to your intertwined hands, this thumb idly drawing circles against your skin.
âMay I ask what brought this on? TheseâŠthoughts. PraisesâŠâ
Your body fully settled into him, legs draped over his thighs, head resting on his chest. His heartbeat fluttered wildly, its sound pounding like a drum against your ear. Tracing the veins on his wrist, you hummed thoughtfully.
âIâve felt this way for a while, now. But..I realized I never really expressed that and I should have sooner.â
The path that led you to these thoughts was one made of gravel. Your reunion with Sylus wasnât exactly heartwarming, but like a neglected garden, your love needed plenty of water, sunshine and enriched soil to grow again.
And what bloomed was beautiful. Deep, red-black datura rooted themselves in your heart. Those roots sutured the gaps that his thorns had left before. Now, all you knew was the softness of his petals.
Sylus, the man with a floral scented soul, was speechless for the first time. After a moment, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer.
âIâm not used to being without a response when you speak,â he murmured before pressing a kiss into your hair. âAs long as you know how I feel, thatâs enough for me,â you replied.
âThank you.â
âYour patience and acceptanceâŠthe kind words I often feel I donât deserve, mean the world to me.â
Sylus cradled your face in his hands, he saw every version of you as he admired your features. He would remember them from each lifetime you had spent together, but this current one was growing to be his favorite.
One where your trust was earned, your touch softened and love honest.
âI love you for you, Sylus. Even the rough parts.â
An unfamiliar sensation washed over him, a mixture of warmth and relief. For the first time his eyes stung with tears and for once he let them fall.
âAnd I love you, in every universe. No amount of space, time or separation will ever change that.â
His kiss was gentle, reverent, maybe even thankful. This moment alone, with you curled into his frame, voices just above a whisper, was the best gift he could have ever asked for.
***
a/n: something sweet for Sylus since his birthday is approaching. I love my sweet dragon. đ
Thank you for reading. Comments, reblogs and likes are welcome and appreciated. Please do not repost, plagiarize or feed into ai.
Wearing an aphrodisiac perfume for your husband, Xavier.Â
You spritzed a bit of the scent onto your neck, a little hesitant to do any more than that. Youâve seen videos about this perfume online before but it has always been difficult to discern if itâs genuine or just a marketing tactic.Â
When your husband brushed past you in the living room while you were folding laundry, you immediately appointed the perfume as a scam.Â
âDo you smell that, dear?âÂ
You look over to Xavier whoâs sniffing the air, his nose twitching like a bunny catching the scent of fresh produce.Â
âNoâŠ?â You shake your head.Â
Xavier comes back closer to you, snuffing around your form.Â
âItâs you,â he says. Within his vibrant blue eyes it was fairly easy to catch the way his pupils dilate.
You take back your words in a flash. The perfume wasnât a scam at all. You sigh in relief that your money wasnât wasted.
âDo I smell bad?â You feign ignorance. Xavier was making it easy until his large hands stilled you by the waist and tugged you close. He nudged his face closer to the crook of your neck and almost groaned.
âNot at all,â he murmurs. âWhat is this? You smell⊠irresistible.â
Xavier couldnât let you go at all. Not even to finish folding all the laundry.
He had you pressed up against the couch, whispering little compliments and asking you to shed off more and more clothing.Â
Soon enough, he had your legs wrapped around his body sitting above his hips. He slowly guided himself in and out. All the while, he keeps his nose along your body. In your neck, down your chest, at your navel.Â
You could barely feel the small sensations with the way heâs slamming his cock into you. Itâs a very irregular pattern as heâs more focused on the smell and taste of you.
You couldnât help but laugh a bit when you felt Xavier trace his tongue along your collarbone.
âSorry, youâre justâŠâ Xavier breathes in. He canât even finish his sentence, itâs as if heâs dizzy on just you. He quickens suddenly, the soft plaps of skin against skin reaching your ears along with the heavy breaths coming from Xavier.Â
When he gives one final thrust, he folds his body over you. But his nose keeps trailing over your jaw and down your neck with a few kisses.
âI know itâs an aphrodisiac perfume,â Xavier whispers. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden confession.
âHowââÂ
âI saw it on your vanity. Itâs⊠very effective. You should wear it more.â
lets not talk abt how long it took for me to post smth again. I've been deleting all my works until now T-T
Can't get out of my head the thought of Sylus leaning over you in bed to give you the softest kisses
Just imagine waking up all bleary-eyed and droopy. Body heavy with exhaustion. Mind foggy from dreams. And through the darkness, above you, you see a figure, barely illuminated by moonlight
Sylus smiles when he sees your lashes flutter, eyes slowly focusing in on him. He's already dressed. Ready to start his night while you sleep. A greedy part of him wishes he had continued to sleep in. To stay beside you, holding you against him, just to savor every second he has with you. Alas, business must be enacted with the clawed fist of a dragon
He rests his hand beside your head, supporting himself as he leans down. His lips find yours delicately. A soft brush. Stirring you from sleep to reach out and hold him. Your fingers wrap loosely around his collar. Tangle in his hair, eager to feel his softness before he leaves
"I'll be back soon," he murmurs. Another kiss, this time to your cheek. "You'll wake up..." To the center of your forehead. "... and I'll be here."
You bask in the warmth radiating off of him. The scent of his cologne in your nose. The brush of lips as they trail over your temple, down the angle of your jaw, your chin, to reach your lips again
"Promise?" you whisper, syllables slurring together ever so slightly. But you still try to kiss him back. Kiss him with more pressure. Deeper. To taste him on your tongue instead of the mint of your toothpaste. To fuel you for the long night ahead, alone
He chuckles, barely a ghosting puff of air. He nibbles your lip. Accepts entrance into your mouth as he kisses you down into your pillow. For a moment, he lets himself be greedy. Lets himself kiss you like he intends to lay his body over yours and stay until morning. His hand at his side cradles your cheek, to feel you, to remember the impression of your skin against his palm
All too soon, he pulls away. Sighing with the weight of his reluctance. "I promise." He kisses your forehead one last time. Gently untangles your fingers from him, squeezing your hands as he lowers them back to your chest. "Go to sleep, sweetie. I love you."
He releases you slowly. Stands for a moment longer than necessary to watch you turn over onto your side and fall back asleep. Listens to the sound of your breaths, rising and falling, evening out
He steps quietly through the room to the door, peeking through as he slowly shuts it
INFECT ME WITH YOUR LOVIN'| KILL ME WITH YOUR POISON !
summ. After your base is attacked, you're left at the whims of the wilderness- that includes to a lonely Na'vi that seems to take a liking to you.
w/c. ~7.3k
tags. Na'vi!Caleb, human!reader, soft yandere, alienxhuman, Avatar (2009) AU, Slight angst and fluff, Mentions of war, forbidden love (kinda), forest setting, CAVE sex (again??), slight infantilization, doting Caleb, slight predator/prey dynamic, pathetic Caleb agenda, minor injuries, drooling, p in v, HUGE dick, masturbation, spitting, filthy filthy $mut, size difference, cvmming inside, begging caleb, he whines, making out, slightly maniuplative caleb
a/n. it's finally here...this one took me way too long lol. some minor things: in this AU humans can breath on pandora for minutes at a time without a mask. ur girl gotta have more time to make out w the aliens LOL. oh and also, brown skin is mentioned like once, but this is just to refer to human skin (since all skin tones are shades of brown, whether light or dark) not to make the reader insert a certain race.
Your breaths come in ragged, panicked pants, each puff fogging up the cracked glass of your mask. Your brain screams at you to move. Your body stays locked up, though, pinned against the rough bark of a tree.
The edge of an oxygen mask glints alluringly in the midday sunâ untainted, uncracked, with advanced tech you know will last you months, but it lays about twenty feet away. And thatâs twenty feet deeper into the foreign, bushy wilderness.
Head thumping back against the tree, you spare a few seconds to think. Most people, if not everyone in that lab, are getting killed or already dead. Itâs likely still teeming with those hostile Naâvi, so itâs not like youâll be able to go back anytime soon.
Fuck, this is what I get for applying for this position, you curse internally, gritting your teeth. Some shady military op thatâs apparently trying to conquer an alien planet and put scientists like you, who were just trying to understand alien life, in danger.
Oxygen leaks out of your mask with a steady hiss. Your breaths grow shallower, chest tightening. You need that mask. Even if it risks giving up your hiding spot.
Slowly, you crawl out into the open, tufts of plush grass tickling your palms. You keep glancing surreptitiously towards the base, half expecting a screeching Naâvi to pounce at you at any second.
The mask is ten feet away. Now five. Youâre about to make the final stretch. But first, you feel it: a little tingle on your skin, a dark inkling that something is wrong.
Then, you see it.
Two dark eyes are pinned on you, peeking through the thick foliage. A zap of terror shoots through you. Instead of recoiling back, you freeze, chest tightening in a way that has nothing to do with your lack of oxygen.
Time stands still.
Move, you snap at yourself internally, but you can only stay petrified, mouth agape, on your hands and knees, arm still reaching for the mask like an idiot.
Would moving even make a difference? The other part of your brain laments. Itâs not like I could compete with a Naâviâs speed.
Then, the branches part. The being reveals himself, all long, blue limbs toned with muscle. A male, you realize, unable to do much but stare right back at him. A bow is slung over his back.
Your heart pounds, fully anticipating him to just whip out an arrow and shoot you right there. But his gaze isnât predatory or malicious, noâ itâs sharp with curiosity, almost wide with surprise at seeing a human in these forests. Heâs not one of those hostiles, then?
Even through his messy, brown hair, you can see that he dawns markings that donât correlate with any tribes youâve seen. With your experience in studying the Naâvi, you quickly catalogue potential identities. A lone hunter? A nomad?
He steps closer, and closer yet, until heâs just a foot away. Brilliant bright eyesâ violet, you realizeâ drop from you, to the sought-after mask, before shooting back up to you.
Then, with all the grace and elegance of a cat, he crouches down and plucks the mask from the ground.
Desperation rising, you blurt, âNo!â
He was merely turning the object in his large palms, inspecting it, but at your outburst he pauses, head slowly raising to stare at you. You resist the urge to clasp a hand over your mouth.
What were you thinking, yelling at this lethal alien? But he hasnât killed me yet, when Naâvi are known for ending their victims relatively quickly, you ration. So maybe I have a chance?
Your oxygen mask beeps in warning, drawing his endlessly fascinated gaze. You need that mask.
âI mean,â you try again, this time in the basic Naâvi you picked up while studying, âthatâs mine.â
The Naâvi tilts his head. Then his lips twitch, sharp eyebrows lowering, as if pleased by hearing you speak to him.
The one-sided conversation is interrupted by a loud crash from the base.
Both of your heads snap in the direction of the base. Thereâs another crash, accompanied by the screeching of approaching Naâvi that gets louder by the second. The takeover hasnât stopped. Itâd been just moving throughout the base, and now itâs moving towards you.
Finally, you scramble up, forget about that stupid mask, and run.
You donât know where exactly youâre going. You just push through thick branches and foliage, hoping the vegetation will shield you from the hostilesâ eyes. But then you realize thereâs a second set of footsteps behind you.
You shriek as a long arm binds around your waist, tugging you flush against a firm chest. A large blue hand grabs both of your flailing arms easily, and youâre hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
At first, you want to kick and fight some more, but when you look back at the wrecked base, distance from it growing with each of the Naâviâs long strides, you see the building shake with a low boom, and arrows whiz past the interior. Heâs saving you. And though you have no idea where youâre going, as long as itâs away from the mass slaughter taking place in thereâ
You can only tuck your face against the Naâviâs neck and pray.
You feel him mount you on something, and you peek just a bit and see that heâs ushered you on an screeching ikran. âWait,â you panic, squirming to look up at him, but he only glances down airily, before shoving your face into his broad chest with a large palm.
You suppose you should be grateful for the way your view is hindered as the ikran rocks and takes off shakily, as youâre positive you wouldâve vomited everywhere if you were forced to see the treetops far below. You still squeal though, clutching at the Naâviâs torso like itâs a lifeline, eyes squeezed shut. You swear you feel his chest rumbling with laughter against your cheek.
Itâs been minutes when world tilts again, air rushing past your ears. You can feel yourself soaring up, steeper, before suddenly the ikran lands with surprising grace, and youâre on stable ground again.
The Naâvi wastes no time in dismounting and taking you up in his arms again. Finally, you open your eyes. The area is lush with vegetation, but itâs clearly distinct from where the base was. Jagged rocks jut out against hills, creating interconnected networks of caves that extend outwards in different openings.
He takes you to one of them. You assume itâs his longtime home, as itâs entrance is veiled by a net woven with beads and wooden vines. He lifts the veil, revealing a spacious interior that glows with bioluminescent fauna that glows dimly even midday. As he sets you down, you can only marvel at the space, curiously taking in a Naâvi den youâve only studied on computer screensâ yet this one seemed decisively different. Most Naâvi homes were villages, clusters of netting and treehouses that were interconnected, built alongside nature, but never the nature itself, like this cave youâre in. There were some similarities, such as the woven net covering the cave that extends slightly to create a hammock-like structure, before dipping to cover the cold stony floor, that suggested heâd settled here for long enough. He must not be a nomad then. But thereâs no village in sightâ so what is he?
Your thoughts are cut off when youâre lightly shoved onto the hammock without any warning.
You twist, only to see the Naâvi kneeling over you. âWhatâ hey!â
Your words are in English, but he still seems to sense your distress. âCalm down,â his voice is surprisingly soothing even when heâs speaking an alien language. âI just need to fix you up.â
He gestures to a shallow gash on your shin that you didnât even know was there. Huh.
âBut firstâŠâ he delicately hands you the oxygen mask. You take it eagerly, discarding your old one. The Naâvi watches, fascinated by the sight of your face without a barrier, but youâre quick to clasp on the new mask, eyes averted.
You sigh in relief, the tightness in your lungs fading with just a few breaths of the recycled air. Yet, you tense up again when lithe fingers grip your shin.
Now itâs your turn to watch in fascination as the Naâvi brings out what looks like a giant pestle bowl and grind up some sort of herbs, the plants bleeding an alarmingly neon green color that honestly looks poisonousâ but itâs not like youâre in any position to complain, so you just let him work. You shift your feet a little, feeling ridiculously out of place. Heâs quiet, probably concentrated on his work, but your human mannerisms and curiosity urge you to fill the silence with conversation.
âSoâŠâ you clear your throat, straining your tongue to wrap around the foreign vowels of Naâvi to tell him your name, before adding, âwhatâs your name?â
âCaâleb,â he answers simply.
âCalebâŠâ you probably mess up an accent or two, but thatâs the least of your worries. Mindfully, as not to be rude to your host, you ask, âwhy did you save me?â
âWell, you were in danger,â Caleb hums simply, and you jerk when his long fingers apply the cool herbal salve along the stinging cut. As his grip shifts to unnecessarily cup your calf in a gentle caress, his violet gaze shimmers in the glowing fauna, intense yet almost shy. âBesides, Iâve never seen a human up close before. I just had to take you.â
Ooookay, you flush, refusing to meet his insistent gaze, I might be stuck with this weird loner Naâvi for a while. At least heâs healing me?
âAlright,â you clear your throat, âthank you. It wasâŠawful back there.â
Caleb shifts closer, slender tail flicking behind him excitedly as he practically lounges on the hammock with you, sturdy netting barely dipping under his weight. âYouâre welcome. In fact, Iâm surprised you even got away. Humans seem very fragileâŠcan I?â
You donât even have a chance to reply before heâs practically feeling you up, large hands lifting and turning over your smaller limbs, eyes wide with intrigue. He pokes and prods at your ribs and thighs, drawing quiet noises of shock from you. His hands go up, pushing up the fabric of your shirt, exposing your stomach and almostâ
You shove his hands away urgently, letting out a snap. âDonât you even try going there! Please,â you add quickly, anxious about angering him.
Instead, Caleb looks sad, eyes widening and lip jutting, tail curling backwards dejectedly.
Huh. Strange equating this lethal creature to a puppy, but here we are.
To his credit, he gets over it relatively quick, a pleasant expression making its way back on his face. He tugs his hands away, as if just now realizing that personal space would be nice, especially after the frightful event you just experienced.
More alert now, he stands to his towering height and tucks some furs around you. âGet some rest,â he orders, heading towards the entrance of the cave, where he perches, bow by his side. âIâll keep watch and make sure no hostile tribes followed us here.â You blink, watching him leave rather abruptly.
Youâd think falling asleep in such an unfamiliar place is hard, especially when said place is the wilderness of an alien planet. Yet, with the soft elastic material beneath you and a hide pulled up to your chin, itâs not long before youâre in a land of dreams.
When you wake, the sun hangs low in the sky. Sitting up, you notice Calebâs steady form is gone from the opening. Apprehensive mingles through you: you didnât exactly want your only source of protection gone when you were out here in the wilderness.
Meekly, you standâ ignoring your stinging shinâ and creep out of the shelter, lifting the netting to step out onto the grass. Glancing around doesnât give you any more insight on where you are as youâd hoped. Well, itâs another forest, you think dryly, blinking up at the towering trees around you.
âWhat are you doing outside?â
You turn at the sound of his voice. Gone is the innocent exterior he held; Calebâs glaring, sharp brows lowered and jaw clenched. Slung over his shoulder is a bloody carcass of some sort of creature, and despite his softness earlier, you find the violence comes eerily natural to him. You swallow thickly.
âI woke up and was just wondering where you went,â you stammer, and his expression slowly relaxes. He really can switch up, huh? You wonder. Are all Naâvi like this?
âAlright,â with a hand on the small of your back, youâre ushered back inside. âRight on time for dinner. Just donât walk on your injury, yeah?â
You nod, perching back on the hammock. You watch him bring the animal just outside the cave, where he sparks up a small flame. You choose to look away as he hacks at the meat with a knife into tiny cutsâ youâve been on this planet for a while, but as a scientist, your exposure to the wilderness and camping has been limited to cooking smores back on Earth. Eventually, though, Caleb returns with a steaming plate of roasted meat, with a side of what looks like grain and herbs. Itâs not any human food, but just the smell of it is enough to make you salivate.
âThank you,â you eagerly reach for the bowl, but Caleb merely pulls it back an inch, shaking his head with a smile.
âLet me feed you. You should save your energy,â and heâs perching right next to you on the hammock, scooping some food onto a spoon.
âOh, no, Iâm alrightââ
Heâs already holding out a spoonful. âSay ahh!â
Reluctant, you lift your oxygen mask, leaning forward to take a bite. Caleb watches your expression, enraptured, as you chew and swallow. You give him a strained smileâ the food is amazing, but having him be so attentive is a bit embarrassing.
âDelicious,â you comment as you slip the mask on for a second to steal some breaths of oxygen. Caleb lights up at the praise, lips splitting with a smile, big eyes glimmering.
âGood. Eat it all, then. You need strength, yawntutsyĂŹp,â you have no idea what that nickname means, but you continue letting him feed you.
âYou should eat too.â
âI will, later.â
âAlright,â eating and rushing a few breaths of oxygen doesnât exactly leave any room for speaking, but your curiosity really knows no bounds. âWhat animal is this?â
âItâs a syĂŹl*,â*** Caleb seems eager to hold a conversation, so he doesnât mind when you eat slower to rush out some questions. âHerds of them are plentiful around these forests, especially less than a mile north.â
âOh,â youâve heard of those deer-like creatures in your research. Knowing that youâre tasting one makes you feel an absurd amount of giddiness. âYou seem very knowledgeable about these parts.â
âI am. Iâve lived here for quite a while.â
âBut I donât think there are any tribes or villages nearby,â you are careful to tread lightly. As familial bonds are deeply sacred to the Naâvi, and his isolation is not only deeply baffling and rare, the subject may be a sensitive one. âDo you live here alone?â
But Caleb looks unfettered and merely nods. âYes.â
You press your lips together in thought, but you have to quickly part them again to take the spoon in your mouth again when he insistently waves it around. It seems like this is all youâre getting out of him today, because by the time your bowl is empty, heâs pushing you to lie back into the hammock.
âSĂŹltsan,â he coos, brushing a palm over your head as you lay down, âgood, good job. Now just go to sleep, yeah? Youâve had a long day.â
Youâre too tired to even bristle at his dotingâ does he seriously think humans are a kind of pet or something?â dozing off under his persistent, gentle pats. You sleep deep enough that you donât stir when he curls up beside you later.
You learn a few things about Caleb in the next days that pass.
One, being that heâs alarmingly attentive.
Youâve woken up at least 3 times with Calebâs bright eyes pinned on you in the dark of the night. You at first wondered if he was irritatedâ did you take too much of the pelt, leaving him chilly? Or were you hogging too much space? You attempted to resolve this by shifting away from him one night, ensuring you donât brush against him. He didnât take too much of a liking to that, tugging you close again with his long limbs and nuzzling into your hair. You had squeaked, offput, but said nothing. Perhaps you shouldâve, because now these nightly cuddles have become a habit. But you donât want to complain to your ever-accommodating and considerate host. Maybe heâs just lonely, you think, wide awake in the dark cave as Calebâs breath brushes your hair, arms heavy around you. And really does see you as some sort of pet. Or comfort object.
And thatâs another thing: heâs very much completely alone.
Sure, Naâvi travelling alone for some time isnât absolutely unheard of, but they always return back to their villages. From what youâve heard from Caleb, heâs never spoken of any relatives or past tribes. And he speaks a lot.
Not that youâre complaining. Most of it is about any fauna or wildlife he brings back to the cave. Youâre always quick to stop him before he can cook everything, inquiring about each thing incessantly. He mirrors your enthusiasm, happily rambling out information like theyâre not the greatest gems of knowledge for a scientist like yourself. Sometimes, he loves talking about his flying practices in particular, how he maneuvers his ikran and soars over the clouds. You wish you had a notebook to write these stories down sometimes, so you can show them toâŠ
To who? You huff at yourself. The corpses of those scientists back at the base?
You grimace at your own gruesome thoughts. Thereâs no telling if anyone survived back there, but there had to be more human bases around, right? Though being a cuddle-buddy to an alien out in the wilderness isnât the worst fate, you have every intention of exploring the possibility of reuniting with other humans later.
You two manage to develop some semblance of a normal routine over the next few days. By the time you wake, Caleb is back with some early-morning catch, and you sometimes help cook it into breakfast, before loitering around all day trying to chase boredom, through the various efforts Caleb endorses. Escaping from civilization for a bit is fun at first.
The first few days youâre taken with the idea of weaving, spending hours trying to loop some vine around a stick. âItâs kinda like crochet,â you realize, slowly going through the motions that Caleb had previously guided you throughâ âUpwards, then around, then through,â he had instructed, larger hands cradling yours with a delicacy that made you flush.
Caleb just tilts his head. âWhat is crochet?â
You tell him, and he listens with endless fascination. Thatâs another thing about Caleb; he loves listening to you speak, however basic your Naâvi, about human life. You tell him about the plants on Earth, the things you used to eat, hobbies, even the boring stuff like jobs and work and traffic. But he just listens, head propped up in his hand, staring so intently you wonder if heâs even listening or if heâs just staring because he wants to.
But eventually, talking about civilization makes you miss it with each word you blurt. And by theâ tenth? or eleventhâday, youâre completely over this little vacation.
âCaleb,â you say, in the middle of him braiding back your hair for bedâ youâve long since given up trying to protest this. âDo you think itâs about time I went back out and explore for other humans? Iâve been here a while.â
His fingers pause against your scalp. âWhy?â
You blink. âWell, becauseâŠI canât exactly stay here forever. Iâm human.â
His fingers continue their strokes, and his tone is more playful than curt this time. âAnd why not, huh?â
Youâre surprised how much the question catches you off guard. Caleb is harmless, that much is sure, even if the large creatures he drags back after each successful hunt is a bit alarming. And itâs not like you have anyone youâre missing back on base or even on Earthâ thatâs why you signed up for this job, anyways.
âBecause,â you huff stubbornly, ducking your head. âThatâs just how it is.â
He finishes your braid without another response. But you still havenât gotten a clear answer from him.
âSo, Iâll probably go back out and search tomorrow.â
âNo.â
You frown, twisting back to glance at him over your shoulder. ââŠno?â
His brows are furrowed, azure cheekbones taut with barely-concealed irritation. âNo. Thereâs no telling how many hostiles are still out there. You could be attacked immediately.â
âBut how much longer am I supposed to wait? Have you seen any signs of danger nearby?â
Calebâs eyes widen, before he quickly averts them, almost guiltily. âSigns, yeah. Footprints and such.â
âRight,â you sigh, disbelieving. âSo I should just sit here forever then.â
His face softens, and he reaches out to pinch at your cheek. âDonât be upset,â he croons. âYouâre a fragile human*.* There are many creatures waiting in the wilderness to catch you. I wouldnât want my yawntutsyĂŹp to be in danger, would I?â
âNo,â you respond leniently, and he beams, pleased, tail swishing behind him. âNo, you wouldnât.â
But when Caleb curls up beside you that night, steady pats bewitching you into slumber, you form a plan.
You know his schedule by now; every morning, right before the sun has risen, Caleb gets up to hunt.
You remember it because you stir awake every time you feel the hammock shift beneath you, the loss of his body heat. You usually end up turning over and get right back to dozing off.
But today, you donât let yourself drift off when you feel Caleb sit up. To fake being asleep, you continue inhaling and exhaling deeply, breaths hissing out of your oxygen mask.
A palm brushes over your head, and then a quiet sniff against your hair. Woah, is this part of his normal morning routine too? It takes everything in you to not flush and turn away. Finally, after a bit more nuzzling than needed, you feel his presence depart.
You wait a few more minutes to just make sure heâs really gone, breath held, body tense, before your eyes slide open. Sure enough, the cave is empty, the dim fluorescent fauna illuminating all crevices and corners and confirming that youâre alone.
As you rise and exit the cave, looking over the darkened forest, you rethink your decisions just a little bit. What exactly was the plan after this? You suppose you should at least get to a high place and see if you can spot any structures down below, or even if some humans can spot you and extract you. Youâd explore for a few hours, you decide, until the sun rises. And if you donât return before Caleb gets back, then youâll just apologize.
I donât owe him anything anyways, you think as you weave past trees., trying to feel less guilty. Sure, he saved me and all, but Iâve only known him for a week. Itâs not like Iâm obligated to stay with him.
The actual outcome is not as easy as you hoped.
Sure, finding and traversing an inclined hill was easy enoughâ aside from how you end up with raw marks on your skin from sharp thorns, leaves and branches in your hair. Your struggles are for nothing.
Because when you look over the edge, you donât see any buildings or structures amidst the treetops. No, you only see mist, tinged pink from the sunrise.
It takes you a moment to realize that itâs not mist. Itâs clouds. He took you to one of those floating sky islands.
Your stomach tilts with unease. Just how far up are you? How far away did he take you from any other living, sapient being?
Youâll never be able to get back down to civilization without his willingness to help, will you?
Your revelation is broken off by a crack of a branch below you. You whip your head down so fast youâre surprised you donât roll over.
His chiseled torso is smeared with blood. You know better than to think itâs his own. A carcass is already hiked up over his back.
Caleb. Heâs standing there, meters below you, looming on the forest floor, gleaming eyes pinned on you even from this distance. And he looks livid.
Long dark hair frames the sharp edge of his tense jaw, falls just over his furrowed brow. Itâs a look youâve never seen on him. Unhinged, feral.
He just stares. You stare back. You donât know why you feel the urge to run. This is Caleb. Heâs cared for you, saved you. Logically, thereâs nowhere you can go. But a more primitive part screams at you to get away.
But this is Caleb. Heâd never hurt you.
You run.
Thereâs nowhere run except down, so you make a mad dash down the hill, the swoop of gravity boosting your speed and sparking a rush of exhilaration in your chest. Those branches are clawing at you, tugging at your clothes as if the planet itself was against you, but you push through, breaking into a clearing. You pause for a moment, turning and looking at all possible directions. Before you can decide where to go, you hear the padding of large footsteps on the muddy ground.
It seems you may have become his next hunt.
You panic, turning just in time to try and spring the other direction. But, like the skilled hunter he is, heâs already directly behind you. A hand clasps around your arm, tugging you so that youâre flush against his large body. You wail in discomfort as the glass of your mask is forced against his blood-stained abs, before heâs hauling you off the ground. You shriek, limbs thrashing until he traps them between your bodies, subduing your struggles entirely, and easily begins walking.
âC-Caleb,â you cry, his arms crushed too tight around you, like a deadly snake. âCaleb!â
He shushes you sharply, arms tightening possessively around you. You let out a strained sound in protest.
His feet stop abruptly, and you startle at the sound of another voice.
âWhat do we have here?â
Caleb physically tenses against you. You wish you could twist around, see who has appeared behind you, but the apprehensiveness radiating off Caleb keeps you obediently still.
Maybe Caleb was just using a very basic dialect of Naâvi with you, because when he speaks to this unknown stranger, you find you can barely understand a full sentence. As they exchange words, you only understand a few phrases; âlive nearbyâ and âfriendlyâ and âmate.â
Mate?
The strangerâs tone darkens, deepening into one that almost seems like heâs lecturing or berating Caleb for something. You make a quiet sound of fear, half expecting to hear the sound of a bow being drawn in your directionâ the clamor of the attack on your base still wracks in your head like warning bells.
The conversation quiets at your noise, as if both Naâvi are observing you. Then the stranger barks out a final order, âget going then.â
You feel Caleb continue walking, this time with more urgency.
Youâre silent on the way back. When he sets you down on that damn hammock again, you want nothing more than to bury your face somewhere, stomach in knots.
Heâs silent, too, uncharacteristically so, as he sets his bow and hunt away and kneels down in front of you. He keeps his gaze fixed stubbornly to your scraped knees, rubbing salve on every tiny nick.
You donât think you can take the carefully neutral look on his face, the way his eyes avoid yours. âCaleb,â your voice cracks on the syllables. He doesnât regard you, staying intent on his work.
You tear off the oxygen mask with a hiss, freeing your sight of the murky glass, and swallow painfully. âCaleb. I-Iâm sorry, okay? I just thought Iâd be able to get rescued by some humansâ Caleb,â you cry when he dips his lead lower, brown strands shielding his face. His incredibly tall body, now shriveled up, hunched over till heâs short enough to avoid your eye.
âYou know what that Naâvi wanted back there?â he grits out, and you freeze at the sound of his voice. Youâve never heard it this dark; itâs worrying. âHe saw you and questioned your presence. He wasnât part of those hostiles, but the Naâvi know. They all know the intent of most humans who come here, so they assume the worst of every one of them. If he found you before I didâŠâ
His cadence dips. His back shudders as he heaves a shaky breath, blue skin rippling with muscle. Your body reacts before your brain can think, and youâre brushing his hair away from his face, reaching down to cup his face.
âI know, Iâm sorry, okay?â
He melts. Violet hues finally raise, wide and shiny. When they flit around and land on yours, his pupils slowly expand, swallowing the irises like a black hole.
âWhy did you leave?â
âBecauseâŠI have to go back to civilization. Itâs not like I can live in the wilderness forever.â
âWhy do you want to go back?â Caleb shakes his head, lips trembling. âYouâre not like those humans, who just want to conquer and destroy. You canât truly be happy there. Itâs selfish of me, butâŠâ a large palm cups your cheek, stroking your bare skin reverently. âI want you by my side.â
Your lips part in surprise at his declaration. Your heart squeezesâ because you know itâs the truth. Just coming to terms on what the company you had worked for was doing, and witnessing the sheer massacre they were willing to provoke from the natives, the countless employees they sacrificed for a greedy and entitled cause was hard enough, but Caleb laid it all out for you. Living with a Naâvi in just this short amount of time showed you what could have been lost because of a human conquestâ the tradition and livelihood, sure, but the smaller things, like breakfasts, homemade salves, woven hammocks. What are your options if you return to civilization? Itâs either on an overpopulated, dying Earth, or supporting a cause that will destroy the things youâll come to love.
You feel lightheaded, not just from the heavy, foreign air, but from your heavy thoughts as well. But you donât slip on the mask if it means itâll ruin how his skin brushes yours.
Thankfully, Caleb doesnât seem to expect a response right away just yet, standing to perch beside you. You steal some breaths of oxygen but ultimately keep the mask off, refusing to put any barriers between you two again. He stays close, tail flicking anxiously behind him.
âDid IâŠscare you back there? Whyâd you run?â
âA little, I mean, I guess the sight of you angry and covered in blood was a bit off-putting.â You admit sheepishly.
Caleb laughs, hanging his head, pretty smile softening his features. You canât help but laugh with him.
âIâm sorry. I just sensed another Naâvi nearby and knew I had to get to you. Youâre not hurt anywhere else, right?â
You shake your head, but he frowns, leaning in closer. âBut wait, your faceâŠâ
âOh,â you realize, reaching up to feel a few small nicks. âJust some branches scratched me up a bit. No big deal.â
But he leans even closer, until youâre gasping, quickly leaning back so your noses donât brush. âYou need to be more careful,â he breathes, brows still drawn together. He cups your face with both hands, an expression of fretfulness flashing across his features that was so intense it was almost comicalâ though you held your laugh, not wanting to make fun of his concern.
âPoor thing, your face is all cut up,â Caleb practically whines, thumbs darting to brush every mark. Your cheeks heat under his touch.
âPlease, itâs not that badââ
âShh,â his nose brushes yours, and he simply caresses your face for a few moments, as if his touch alone could heal you.
âCaleb,â you murmur, muffled by the way he smushes your cheeks slightly.
âHmm?â
âWhat all did that man say back there?â
âOh,â his eyes lowered, a purplish hue staining his cheekbonesâ is he blushing? âLike I said, heâs a head of a tribe nearby and was just patrolling around their territory. When he saw me with a humanâŠwell, he was naturally just appalled. But itâs okay! I just let him know that you were friendly to Naâvi, harmless, and my mate.â
âWhat?â
âNot that you are,â Caleb blurts, backtracking. âOr that you arenât. Well, I mean, I had to defend you somehow. But he was obviously taken aback, saying how itâs against Eywa. ButâŠIâve never been too firm of a believer in that, have I?â
His tone dips to a more sultry one that makes your heart pound. âHe says itâs against nature. That something interspecies wouldnât benefit Awaang. ButâŠâ his hand slides down your arm sensually, sending goosebumps in his wake, âI havenât been much for following the norm, or whatâs seen as right.â
Calebâs lips are a breath away. Your heart pounds. âIâve never desired anything as much as Iâve desired you,â he pants raggedly, before crushing his lips to yours.
You melt immediately, hands tangling in his long locks and tugging, and he whines against your lips, suckling and biting. Calebâs kisses arenât gentle or perfect; theyâre eager and sloppy. He licks into your mouth and pushes you onto your back, hulking body enveloping you entirely, shielding your arching and squirming body from the world.
âIâve never asked for anything, except for you,â he rasps, before sealing the words with a rough kiss,âEywa couldnât possibly deny my only request, right?
You squeak against his mouth as he ravages your lips, struggling to keep up with his hunger with your own meek kisses. He finally breaks away with a last wet smooch, glossy lips parting, drool smudged down the corner of them.
âCaleb,â you wheeze quietly, and heâs scrambling to press the oxygen mask to your face, concern bleeding past his arousal.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm sorry, can you breath?â Caleb rushes, biting his swollen lip as you take deep, hissing breaths. âIâm so sorry, I did it for too long, Iâm sorry,â he gasps again, leaning back off of you to give you some space. Youâre not having any of that.
Once youâve taken a few deep breaths, youâre tossing the mask aside and kissing him again.
Caleb whimpers like heâs in heaven, sagging back over you, pecking and licking at the seam of your lips. Heâs gentle at first, as if still concerned about your respiration, but he quickly loses himself, his hunger growing by the second. It seems like heâs taken advantage of the opportunity to pick up exploring your anatomy again from that first day he met you, hands eagerly bunching up your shirt just past your ribs, slipping under to squeeze your tits until you arch and mewl. His other hand wastes no time in sliding down, slipping under your pants to caress your bare thigh, claws tantalizingly close to nicking your soft skin.
When he takes your bottom lips between his sharp teeth and sucks, you canât repress a quiet moan. The sound makes him harden against youâyou can feel the press of it from where it presses against your thigh, and it feels huge.
When Caleb breaks apart again, a string of saliva pulls taught until it snaps, and he wipes it away with a swipe of his thumb. Gently, he rubs the glass of the oxygen mask clean, before securing it back over your face.
His calm actions are at odds with the pained look on his face; you twitch needily at the expression of longing, in his furrowed brow and parted lips.
âFuck, yawne,â he pants, sitting up to reach for the loincloth around his waist. âPlease, need you so bad, please pleaseââ
âYes,â you gasp, pushing off your already-strewn clothesâfirst, you kick off your pants and panties, before lifting your shirt and bra off and tossing it aside. Caleb watches the unfamiliar clothing with enrapturement, glowing eyes particularly caught on your discarded panties. His long fingers grasp the cloth, brushing it reverently.
Heâs shoving off his loincloth with the other hand, and you are not prepared for the sight of his cock; it bobs up immediately, smacking against his blue abdomen, and it is large. The size of your forearm, almost? Your thighs clench with arousal at the thought.
Caleb groans, brushing the head of his leaky tip with his thumb, before beginning to jerk himself off right in front of you. His bright eyes are pinned to you, raving over your human anatomy, and his abs clench deliciously as he tries not to cum immediately.
Your face heats, and you squirm underneath his heady stare, pussy clenching around nothing. âPlease, pretty,â he begs sweetly, scooting a bit closer. âJust need to get myself ready for you, Iâm so hard. Need your spit.â
You stare blankly, quietly shocked at his lewd words. âYour spit, hahh,â he clarifies, head rolling back in pleasure, till heâs staring through half-lidded eyes. âPlease spit on me.â
You snap out of your daze, leaning your face forward towards his cock. It twitches, a zap of pleasure shooting through it just from your attention alone. You purse your lips and let a wad of pearly saliva land right on his leaky tip and slide down his shaft, highlighting every thick vein in itâs wake.
âNghh, fuck,â he almost sobs, quiet schlicks from his cock as he begins to pump it with your spit as lube. âThank you, thank you.â
Youâve never been more soaked in your life. âCaleb,â you wail, shifting your thighs apart eagerly to reveal your swollen pussy, throbbing with need. He gapes at the sight of it, awe and thirst settling on his face now. âPlease just put it in. Need you.â
You know he canât resist. He melts almost immediately, throbbing cock forgotten, settling his massive form between your thighs. He presses his face between them, hesitantly kissing the glossy folds like heâs worshipping at an altar.
You twitch, letting out a keening sound. âI know,â he cooes, brow scrunched as he nuzzles his nose against your thigh. âI just donât know if Iâll fit, yawntutsyĂŹp. Donât wanna hurt you.â
âJust put it in, fuck, need itââ
Caleb is nothing if not attentive to you.
Pulling back, he lines himself up, tip just nestled against your hole. He pushes in slowly, making your pussy squelch, walls fluttering so hard immediately it almost pushes him back out. Calebâs jaw tenses as he tries to go slow, hips twitching eagerly and making his tip slipping in with a pop.
âNgh, ohmygod,â you squeak, tight ring of muscle burning deliciously at the stretch. You buck your hips for more involuntarily, to which Caleb pins them down firmly with a single hand to your stomachâwhich only serves to press down against his tip bulging inside you, the pressure making your feet kick out in pleasure.
âIâm sorry,â Caleb rushes, but he doesnât move his hand, ears pinned back and flushed. He only pushes his hips forward, feeding you inches and inches of his long cock until it presses deep past your gooey walls, poking directly into a bundle of nerves in you. His palm can feel his hard dick in you through your stomach, and just the thought has him spurting precum in you.
âDonât you dare stop,â you pant before he can start apologizing again, chest heaving as you try to accommodate his size. Calebâs eyes drop from your face to your alluring tits at that, and heâs dazedly leaning down before he even knows what heâs doing, taking a bud into his mouth eagerly.
âCay,â you mewl, hands pushing and smacking at his abs, begging him to start moving and relieve you of the pressure. Finally, he blinks away the fog of arousal, maw unhinged against your breast, drooling on your tit as he begins thrusting.
He pumps slow and deep, tip ramming steadily against your g-spot. âYou feel so good, canât believe you can take me so wellââ he rambles against your chest, ragged breathes brushing your hardening nipples.
Your cunt sucks him in greedily, clicking with each thrust and leaking all the way down his shaft, until itâs slathered in a creamy mess. Caleb finally lifts his head to look down at the sight, where blue meets brown, Naâvi meets human, where two worlds collide into lewd, forbidden pleasure.
His hips quicken at the sight, until heâs pounding into you, desperately chasing that pleasure again and again. You mewl with every thrust, cunt spasming around his shaft, wringing a pained groan out of him. Your thighs quiver, jerking every time his pelvis smacks against them wetly, the skin pinkened and raw.
âFuck, fuck, Iâm yours, donât ever leave me,â Caleb blurts, and he feels your stomach spasm underneath his palm in pleasure. You nod drunkenly, lips parted.
âHahh, yes Caleb, need you so bad!â You hiccup, not exactly aware of what youâre affirming, but his tail swings happily behind him all the same at the agreement.
âAh, nghh,â his jaw drops again when you clench around his shaft; you swear heâs sheathed in so deep that heâs pressing up against your guts. Itâs so full, combined with how his large palm presses your tummy down firmly. âThatâs it, my perfect mate,â he grits out, eyes feral and wide with the need to fill you up.
You whine out when he shoves himself a fraction deeper, his leaky tip kissing into your cervix, brute size bruising your walls up. His cock presses up against every nerve ending, making you tense up with pleasure, thighs locked and toes curled.
âIâm gonna cum,â you squeal out, fists curling against his large pecs. âPleaseâplease!â
Caleb doesnât stop, hips pumping with an exactness that has you seeing starts. âYeahh, cum all over my cock,â he begs, expression crumbling prettily as he nears his own release. âLet Caâleb fill you up, pleaseââ
You gush around his shaft with a squeal, pussy clenching down hard when you cum, your smaller feet kicking and curling against the hammock as shocks of pleasure rack through you. Caleb cums immediately at the sensation, and like the rest of him, his load is hugeâ it doesnât all fit in your tiny stomach, leaking steadily out of your messy cunt.
Caleb doesnât even pull out when he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush your body. You donât complain, heartbeat pounding in your ears as the rush fades, leaving you satiated and sleepy.
You both lay there exhausted for who knows how long, before Caleb suddenly lifts his head from your chest, blinking at you.
âI forgot to make and feed you breakfast. You must be hungry.â
âMmm, no, Caleb. Not hungry.â
âBut you canât sleep if I havenât braided your hair,â he complains quietly, frowning. âThen I wonât be taking care of you properly.â
âTrust me, youâve taken care of enough,â you huff, turning over to nestle your face into his chest.
Youâre both content to lay there, instead of going on with your usual schedule. You, because you have a place that feels like home now, doze off as you nuzzle into the hammock. And Caleb, because he finally has someone who belongs to him, sighs as he nuzzles into your hair.
synopsis. rafayel suddenly accessorized his living room couch and you donât know why!
pairing. rafayel qi x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, implied established relationship!au, sub-ish!rafayel, tease!reader, slight embarrassed!rafayel, slight ashamed!rafayel, RIDING THAT D, teasing, praise, pet names (cutie), temperature play (but not on skin?), fire evol gone wild, raffy loses composure lmaooo.
word count. 1.3k
a/n. shorter drabble while i work on the main dish (the ebb day smut hehe). i was reminded of his couch and i NEEDED to write this. please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the couch in rafayelâs living room was the materialization of pure secrecy.
not dramatic or treacherous. it was quite the contrary â a quiet, domestic kind of secrecy, fashioned entirely in colorful blankets and soft, fluffy pillows.
all of a sudden, every cushion of the couch was draped, every armrest swaddled.
it looked like a nest built by someone who won a good bargain at the flea market downtown.
âitâs not an artistic choice.â rafayel had confessed the first time youâd mentioned it, weeks ago. heâd said it almost as a whisper, with his face and ears turning blazing red from the actual truth.
âthe leather underneath⊠itâs seen things.â
you hadnât understood then.
you were starting to understand now.
your thighs were trembling. a fine sheen of sweat made the small of your back slick against the humid air of his living room, hair strands sticking to your burning skin.
you were straddling him, your knees sinking deep into the plush layers of blankets that protected the expensive, and apparently scarred, italian leather beneath.
his hands were on your waist, fingers flexing with a restraint that looked physically agonizing.
âraf.â you breathed, your voice a frayed moan as you rolled your hips down, taking him deeper.
the sound he made was not human. it was a low, oceanic groan that vibrated up from his chest and settled directly on your clit.
âcarâ ughâ eful.â he warned, though the word was mangled, chewed up by the tension in his jaw. his head was thrown back against the cushions, the column of his throat a gorgeous line of desperation.
his hands flew away from your torso, now harshly grabbing the blankets on the couch.
his eyes â those otherworldly, violet-pink galaxies â were squeezed shut.
not in ecstasy, but in concentration. like an expert listening for the decisive click.
you ignored the warning; how could you not?
the sight of him like this, the usually composed, ethereally smug painter coming undone beneath you, because of you, was a drug more compelling than any creation he could mix on his palette.
you braced your hands on his shoulders, feeling the corded muscle strain and burn under the thin cotton of his shirt.
you lifted up higher, feeling the slick drag of his cock leaving your body, and then you dropped back down with a wet, sharp slap of flesh.
jittering away the scattered blankets and rumpled pillows.
and thenâ
sizzle.
the sound was soft, almost like a whisper of static. but you felt it in your palms first â a sudden bloom of heat that radiated from his collarbones. the air around his shoulders shimmered, just slightly, like asphalt on a summer day.
âsâshit.â he gritted out, his eyes flying open at the abrupt bodily change. they were glassy, pupils blown wide, his dual colours only framing rims. âiâmâ cutie, slow down. i canâtâ you feel tooââ
you silenced him with a kiss, messy and uncoordinated, teeth clacking against his lower lip as you guided him to stillness.
you didnât want slow.
you wanted to consume him fully.
you rolled your hips again and again, grinding your clit against the hard plane of his pelvic bone as you clenched around him.
this second time, the sound was a distinct crack.
the pink blanket under his left hand turned a shade darker at the edges, the fluffy fibers shriveling into tiny, hard black beads.
the smell of scorched polyester instantly filled the space between you.
ânâno.â
his hands flew off the blankets as if they were the one burning him. then he held them up, palms out, fingers spread wide, like a convict.
a faint, ethereal shimmer of violet and red danced in the lines of his skin, the evol leaking through his carefully constructed dam.
âsee?â he rasped, his voice wrecked, breath uneven from your ministration and his embarrassment. his face, reddish with lust, was turning a shade full of shame. âthis is why. this is why the blankets are here.â
you looked down at the disaster zone.
through the mishap of blankets, you could see the dark spots in the leather of the couch. and now that you see them, you realized: those werenât just fresh marks.
it was a glimpse of past mistakes.
you could make out the faded, older imprint of his hand â a perfect, five-fingered brand from the time heâd gripped the armrest while you sucked him off. there was a longer, more erratic scorch mark that snaked down the side of the upper cushion â a memory of the first time heâd let you ride him, and heâd lost control so completely heâd nearly set it on fire.
he saw you looking at the damage. shame flickered across his features, cutting through the previous lust. âi ruined it.â
âitâ being the couch and the entire moment.
but, contrary to his expectations, you grabbed his hovering wrists. the heat coming off his palms was still intense, but not unbearable. it was the warmth of a sunbeam through a window, concentrated and pure.
âshush.â you shortly muttered, your voice steadier now that the bouncing stopped. you pulled his hands back down, pressing them firmly onto leather. the heat seeped through the fabric, a delicious, dangerous sizzle already blooming beneath his fingers. âitâs evidence.â
he hissed, his hips jerking up involuntarily at the contact of your hands on his, at the obvious acceptance in your tone. âevidence of what? that iâm a fire hazard?â
âevidence that you lose your mind when youâre inside me.â you corrected, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made the leather couch groan beneath the weight of both of you and the mountain of ruined blankets.
his fingers dug into the couch, ten oval shapes slowly being carved into the surface from the increasing temperature. the heat in his hands raised with every bounce on his cock, with every grip of your sweet, wet cunt.
the air turned hot and dry, but all you could feel was the continuous wetness between your bodies.
you could hear the faint, dry hiss of the leather burning up under his palms, but it only motivated you to move faster.
âthatâs it, raf.â you praised him slowly, leaning forward to pepper kisses all over his face. to help him accept his evol fully. âlet it go. burn the whole damn couch if needed.â
and thatâŠ
that broke him.
with a sound that was half-sob, half-roar, his control snapped.
the heat of his evol bloomed like no other. it was a wave of pure, dry pressure that pushed against the couch. the blanket under your knees, too close to his uncontrollable evol, crumbled into ash and hot dust.
the leather underneath, pristine and cool just moments ago, began to shrink and crackle under the combined heat of his evol and the frantic, desperate rhythm of your bodies.
âfâfuck, cutie, youâre so ahâ fucking hottttttt.â
you were riding him hard now, chasing the edge of a climax that felt like falling into the sun.
the room smelled of sex, sweat, and the strange tang of burnt leather. every snap of his hips up into you was punctuated by another tiny pop of fabric igniting or leather warping.
âughâ shit, shit.â
he looked up at you, and his face was a masterpiece of ruin. purple hair plastered to his forehead, eyes blazing with literal fire, lips parted in a silent moan.
the couch was a furnace.
the blankets were the fuel.
and when you finally came, crying out his name as your vision tunneled on the marks on the couch, the final wave of heat from his own release seared a new, deep handprint into the cushion right where your bodies joined.
then silence, thick with smoke and the heavy breathing of two exhausted bodies.
âcâcutie...â
afraid to touch your bare skin, rafayel decided to just lean over. with his face buried in your chest, he finally spoke up: âiâll buy more blankets.â he murmured against your skin, his voice hoarse and utterly spent.
you looked down at the area around your bodies, and hummed in approval, admiring the new smoking crater in the leather.
a perfect, chaotic stamp of this moment.
âdonât.â you said at last, cupping his hands between your palms and slowly turning them toward you. checking their condition.
the skin was fine, unaffected by his evol, slightly warm and so so inviting to more touching.
âi like the couch better this way. i like it when you lose control.â
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