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A Siren Rafayel x Reader Series

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕—𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑰’𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.

You survived a shipwreck once. You told everyone a creature with violet eyes saved you, but no one believed a child’s tale. Now, years later, fate drags you into the sea again - and this time, he’s still there, waiting. A siren who shouldn’t have remembered you, a monster who should have let you drown - and a love that shouldn't exist.

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 (completed)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: The pull of the tide

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: Drowned memories

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: Lowtide

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Get in the water

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: New Moon

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗: Full Moon

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: The first dive

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Somewhere nice

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: The grotto

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍: The aftermath

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: The island

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: Where past meets future

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: The forbidden fruit (nsfw)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: What happens next

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Home is where the heart is

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: The pull of the tide

A Siren Rafayel x Reader Series

♯┆ You had to live through your childhood tragedy once more. The ship was sinking and you braced yourself for the inevitable - surely the sea won't show mercy twice.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, sinking of a ship, descriptions of drowning, mentions of death & dying, injuries, blood, the ugly side of sirens.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: i am SO excited to bring my passion project into tumblr as well hehe ♡ the series is finished and has roughly 52k words

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What are the odds of sinking on a boat once?

The statistic floats in your mind like debris, as if knowledge might anchor you to reason in the middle of screaming wind and breaking wood. You'd read it once, years ago on some bored midnight internet search. One in a million, maybe. The sort of once in a lifetime thing that scars your childhood and becomes a strange, isolating footnote you carry forever. 

But twice? Twice felt personal. 

Twice screamed that the sea gods were angry. 

Rain blurred the world into grey streaks, cold and relentless as it drove into your skin. The world became nothing but noise - snapping sails, splintering beams, someone's voice yelling your name before it was swallowed by thunder, yet your body couldn't move, couldn't even scream. The cold has always done that to you, paralyzed your lungs and shrunk your world down to the roar of blood and memories. 

You stood near the railing, shoes soaked and hands curled uselessly at your sides. Around you the ship cracked and screamed, groaning like something alive and dying. The wedding decorations - white silk streamers and fairy lights - were in shreds, flapping wildly and trailing across the ruined deck like ghosts.

It all started so gently with your friend's wedding. That's the only reason why you had come, the only reason you were on this doomed celebration cruise. Your friend had begged you "Just one night on the water," she said. "The ocean’s calm this time of year. It'll help you let go of the past."

Let go... And now the sea took everything once again. 

The deck heaved beneath you, sharp and sudden and you stumbled hard against the railing. Somewhere behind you, a mast cracked in two, the sound deafening and haunting. The panic on ship grew louder now, screams, feet pounding, someone was crying - but none of it touched you. You felt like you were sinking already, before your body had even left the ship. 

The cold spray of saltwater hit your eyes and then something else, hard and fast, maybe something metallic based on the sound. A burst of pain immediately bloomed behind your temple, sharp and electric. You didn't even know what it was and couldn't bring yourself to care as you braced for the inevitable. The sea would swallow you whole. It had spared you as a child, but it wouldn't show mercy a second time as your world started to spin. 

And then - Nothing.

There was no memory of the fall, no gasp as you hit the water. Just a blur of darkness and the cold, the kind that swallowed breath and thought alike. You surfaced some time later, not knowing how long it had been. Seconds, maybe even minutes? All you could do was to clutch onto a piece of the ship, torn wood slick with seawater and blood. One of your legs hung heavy in the water, as if someone - or something - tried to drag you under. The other stung sharp with every kick while your arms shook with the effort of holding on, of staying afloat. A pulsing ache throbbed from one of your thighs and when you tried to lift your head from the wooden piece, you could taste blood on your tongue.

Above, the sky was a shattered bruise of lightning and smoke, the clouds bleeding violet light. Bits of the ship bobbed in the water like the scattered bones of some fallen creature. You didn't know where the others had gone - whether anyone had survived, whether they were screaming for help or were already at the bottom of the ocean. 

All you could do was float, adrift and half awake with your lips turning violet-blue from the cold, heart pounding too loud in your chest and no strength left to call for help. Yet, your fingers refused to let go of the broken plank that held you above water. Splinters began to dig into your skin, but you only held on tighter, as if letting go would mean surrendering entirely. Saltwater lapped at your lips, turning them dry and letting the delicate skin crack as your vision blurred. 

And somewhere, far beneath the surface, the sea stirred.

At first, it was only a feeling, a weight, invisible and unspoken that settled over your skin like a change in pressure. You opened your eyes slowly, vision clouded by salt and rain and the plank you clung onto creaked faintly beneath you, the water lapping violently against the sides. Across from you, half submerged in the dark water, something watched.

Only the top of a head was visible - pale strands of long, lavender hair drifting around it like smoke, fanning out in a halo. The water cradled it, eerily still despite the storm. It just floated there with unnatural calm and just above the surface, a pair of glowing violet eyes stared directly into yours. They didn't blink - neither did you. 

Your heart should have seized. You should have cried out, kicked or let go to flee. But none of these things happened. Your body was too tired, your mind too disoriented to recognize if this was someone alive or perhaps one of the wedding guests simply...floating. As your vision cleared up, you could tell that this wasn't human, at least not entirely. 

On the other side of the wood, Rafayel lingered just beneath the surface, his head barely visible to you and his breath slowed to match the pulse of the sea. He simply watched you drift closer to unconsciousness, each blink slower than the last and your lips were entirely blue with deep cracks. A thin smear of blood still trickled from the cut at your brow - You were fading. Quietly and without protest.

Most of them screamed or tried to put up a fight, it made their panic easier to ignore, and made the line between predator and prey clear. But you weren't screaming, simply staring back at him like you had nothing left to give, least of all to him. No fear, no defiance. Only quiet exhaustion and acceptance. 

He should have disappeared by now, not be enamored by your lack of reaction. Observe, lure, drag down, devour. He knew how it goes, it was an automated process that ensured his survival. 

Your body slowly sagged lower and the piece of wreckage creaked once more, your weight shifting. Rafayel's eyes followed you with cool precision, noticing the weakness in your limbs, the slack curve of your fingers and the hollow shadows beneath your eyes. You wouldn't last much longer. 

You saw him enough to know what he was and what he wasn't and yet, your gaze softened. Not in recognition, but in surrender... Until they closed completely.

Your head lulled forward and with a small splash, you began to slide off the wood. The gravity finally tipped you into the black of the water as your unconscious body couldn't help but to accept its fate - your lungs taking their last breath of air before they would fill with water, slowly, until all of you succumbed to the ruthlessness of the ocean. 

He moved before he thought. 

One hand shot up from the water and caught you just beneath the shoulders, guiding you back with startling gentleness. Your head rolled against his arm in the process but he simply cradled it above the ocean's surface in a way that the water had no chance to reach your lungs. His instincts told him to devour you whole while you couldn't put up a fight, while you had no choice but to give in to the predator who caught you - but he ignored them, forcing himself to remain calm.

Rafayel held you a moment longer, your weight slight and delicate in his arms, reminding him of a situation oh so many years ago. Then, without a word, he turned and began to swim. Each movement was smooth, powerful, as if the current bent itself around him. He held you cradled in his arms, body limp and not a single muscle stirred. Your breath was faint, but present - like seafoam against his skin. 

He had watched you long before you even saw him - only surfaced when he sensed the panic blooming across the wreck. The scent of blood trailed like ribbons through the dark and led him straight to you, and when your eyes locked with his, it wasn't mercy that stilled him. It was thrill. The anticipation of taking a bite, of tearing you limb by limb, of hearing your screams turn into gargles as he mercilessly dragged you beneath water. 

Fear always fascinated him. There was something raw and so honest in it that nothing could quite compare. A primal urge, he had seen it in your eyes, in the way your pupils dilated, how your jaw tensed despite the exhaustion weighing your body down. He saw the flicker of knowing inside your eyes, knowing that something wasn't right - that he wasn't safe. You couldn't run or scream, but your fear was ever present. And oh how he enjoyed it. 

He shouldn't have lingered, knowing the rules all too well: Do not play with your food or you will end up on their plate. But where was the pleasure in mindlessly devouring? Where was the thrill in dragging something down that didn't even know it was dying? A little fear made the flavor richer, a little dread gave the ending a meaning. But somehow you just… accepted it - and that unnerved him more than he would like to admit. 

Your warmth slowly started to bleed into his cold skin which only aided to dull the instinct to feed and be done. Rafayel tried convincing himself that it was pity, a passing whim, but still, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly as if he's scared to risk seeing you drift off with the tide. 

The jagged silhouette of a rock formation loomed ahead, slick with the salty water and painted silver by each pulse of lightning that bloomed across the raging skies. It wasn't much, but it was enough for you to breathe, enough to make you believe that you survived by chance alone. At least that was the initial plan - to leave you with salt in your mouth and dread in your bones. To let you believe that the sea had spared you once more. 

But as he eased you from the water and laid you onto the stone, his fingertips ghosted across the blood slick gash on your leg. His eyes lingered on the curve of your face, the fragile rise and fall of your chest. And somewhere deep within, something stirred. A sense of familiarity bloomed inside his chest and made him realize that he wasn't sure if he would want to let you go, which somehow frightened him more than the thought of starving ever could. 

The world ebbed in and out like the sea itself, each wave of consciousness pulling you further from shore.  You weren't even sure when your body was moved onto something solid - cold beneath your skin but still drenched by the sea. But you could feel the jagged stone pressing into your back, anchoring you in your place. Your limbs were far too heavy to lift, skin numb with cold and you weren't sure why the ocean decided to spare you once more.

Your thoughts wanted to form, to try and find a way out of the water and back to land but the voice that came from just below the waves made it impossible to think straight. The voice was low and rich, smooth in a way that felt unnatural, too perfect to belong to anything human. The melody curled through the air like mist, sweet and gentle, almost like a lullaby - but the cadence was strange, the language foreign and laced with sounds that rolled like foam off a reef. You couldn't place it, couldn't tell if this was truly a voice or something your mind conjured in exhaustion to make leaving this life easier, but it wound itself around your senses and refused to let you go. 

A soft chill crept over your skin, but something deep inside of you was recoiling, even as your body relaxed. The voice made you feel calm, yes - but not safe. The calmness it brought felt borrowed and false, as though something beneath that melody tugged at the strings of your mind with too much ease. You tried to lift your head and open your eyes fully, but the effort only made them flutter and fall shut completely. Your breathing became more shallow while your consciousness slipped like sand through broken fingers. 

The memory of those violet eyes surfaced behind your lids, how they were just watching you with a subtle glow to them and it made your chest tighten. Even though you could no longer see him, you could still feel his presence near, just out of reach. 

You didn't want to sleep, not ready to fade yet, but your body was already letting go. Your thoughts were scattered like driftwood as darkness gathered at the edges of your mind, soft and irresistible. The cold, the blood loss, the song - it all wove together too seamlessly. Your last conscious thought wasn't of the wreck, it was that a voice so beautiful could lead you so gently into oblivion. 

You didn't see him rise from the water, didn't feel the gentle droplets land on you as Rafayel emerged to settle beside you. His gaze swept over you deliberately, as if he was trying to understand what exactly he had just saved. One hand moved with reverent care to brush the tangled and damp hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment too long against your cheek. A moment later, the smallest smile formed on his lips, not cruel, but indulgent. 

"Twice now," he mumbled and looked out at the open waters. "You really don't have luck on your side, little thing."

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maybe i'll post my siren Rafayel fic here... i can't keep 50k worth of a passion project stay hidden 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

[yuunileb]

Friends with benefits, but make it with your close friend Sokka. . .

FWB!Sokka. . . who comforts you when you're down. Stroking your back in a soft motion. Telling you to let it all out, because he doesn't want to see you bottling all your feelings. Sokka, who makes the dumbest faces when his best friend suddenly cries at the dead of night, only the two of you awake by the fire, taking you shift as look-out while the others sleep.

FWB!Sokka. . . who fixes all your weapons and little toys, all to see that smile. Even though some inventions may leave an explosion of smoke on top of that pretty face of yours, the giggling fits you have along with the black soot on your cheeks, send him to another level of euphoria.

FWB!Sokka. . . who has your back through thick and thin. Maybe he only has the boomerang on his back, but so what? He’d fight off thieves with a wooden spoon if it meant to protect you—and possibly impress you as well…

FWB!Sokka. . . who quite obviously glares at Zuko every time you go along with the fire lord anywhere alone. And the later complains about how close he was to you while smooching your lips off. Hands scouring around your hips, searching for a grip as his tongue found solace against your own.

©yuunileb 2026. All works posted under my name belong to me. Please do not copy, claim, republish, or translate my work anywhere else.

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𐙚 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗴𝗼?

featuring | bsf!megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

summary | Your best friend Megumi has been acting strange lately and after many passing days, you finally find out why.

request | (by @viperify) I’d love to request bsf!Megumi realizing he’s in love with us + the depths he’ll go to make us his! (first kiss, perhaps?? :33)

How many times has these same exact thoughts passed through Megumi’s mind? No, I am not talking about how to deal with Yuji or Nobara, nor am I speaking of the irresponsible teacher he has skipping around the block. The invasive thoughts taking over this young man’s mind is all about one single person—you.

For so long, since your childhood even, you had been right by Megumi’s side; from attending school together to walking home in locked arms, you were in fact very attached to your best friend and he never seemed to mind your touchiness, so this friendship extended all the way to your high school days.

You would think that nothing has changed since then, at least to you nothing hasn’t, but for our Megumi Fushiguro, his teenage mind is suddenly rewiring in all the right places. However, he doesn’t really understand it himself, everything about you was way more pleasant and prettier than usual; at night Megumi dreamt of you, and by day he was chasing for your presence. So, what did he do with these strange feelings? He simply blamed the last curse he fought for injuring his head a bit too much and denied every little feeling.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Spends his days in denial every time he sees your smile light up the room. Watching you giggle amongst your classmates, laughing about random funny faces and silly impersonations of your teachers. While, a faint overhanging shadow covers a part of his heart when Yuta gets a little too close to you.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Gets rockets exploding in every corner of his body the moment you link arms. Why was he getting so worked up about it now? It certainly wasn’t something new in your relationship, yet his chest was doing somersaults as you moved in closer. Megumi might have startled you when he suddenly pulled away, but it was for the better—the man was close to a heart attack.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Finds himself worrying a lot more about your well being, whether out on a day-to-day basis or during fights against curses. Megumi starts insisting to take tougher jobs in your stead, but you took it as a form of competition… So, now both of you are on the same mission to seal this curse and he is hyper-observant of wherever you go.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Begins to understand his emotions little by little, how he feels empty in his dorm room alone, when a rush of comfort hits his chest the moment you show up with a carefree smile, or the times he couldn’t help but worry when you went out on missions alone.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Can’t stay away from you and finds all kinds of ways to spend quality time with you. At this point, Nobara and Gojo had long figured out what was going on… Except for Yuji, poor guy was still in the dark.

bsf!Megumi who. . . Would go through the deep ends to tell you his feelings, but his fight-or-flight mode kicks in every time he tries. Until a day when Yuta is once again hogging your attention during a friendly gathering. Megumi saw his moment, when everyone left, and it was just the two of you cleaning up the leftover mess. Megumi had quite kindly insisted that he would be the one to clean up the place with you, staring daggers at Yuta through the confused Yuji.

The only sound in the room came from the rustling and clinks of glasses and chip bags. Megumi taking quick obvious glances at you for every minute, looking for the best chance to tell you his feelings. But when you finished up earlier than he estimated, announcing that you’d get to bed since it was late, your dear friend Megs went into panic mode and held onto your wrist.

You wanted to ask if he was okay but any thought you had was muted under his loud confession. “I like you,” he had shouted, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. “I like you too!” Assuring him with a smile on your face, “no! Not like that, I mean I like you! More than a friend!” He sounded very annoyed that you quickly responded, not even taking it at a deeper level.

“—I know, Megs,” chuckling at his worked up self before continuing, “and I like you too.” For Megumi, he might not have been the oblivious type, but he was certainly unknowing of all the signs you had sent his way for the past year. The frequent cheek kisses, linking arms more than normal, discussing your types while you plainly spelled him out to a T when explaining you want in a man, and sneaking to his bedroom at night because you felt ‘lonely.’

Megumi wanted to say something back—he needed to—but his brain was short-circuiting like crazy. The only thing keeping his mind in place was the view of your palms reaching his cheeks, suddenly your warm touch on his skin felt like everything he could ever want. What came next was Megumi’s ticket to heaven; warm soft lips against his own—it wasn’t a steaming kiss, honestly, you could barely call it a kiss. But, it was enough for Megs, and he chased your lips like it was a lifeline.

Would Megumi Fushiguro sleep tonight? No, absolutely not. But he would replay that moment in his mind for the next many hours and days to come.

[yuunileb]

Hehehe please number 9. share 4 out of context images that you feel represent a wip

[yuunileb]

for the wip ask game, 1 and 8 🙂‍↕️💌

1. share a snippet of your choice from a wip

. . . who fixes all your weapons and little toys, all to see the smile on your face. Even though some may explode on top of that smile, the giggling fits you have along with the black soot on your cheeks, send him to another level of euphoria.

8. who is your favorite character in one of your wips and why do you like them in that story?

SOKKA! I am very obsessed with sokka 🫢and his very cute lil pony tail

[yuunileb]

5. talk about the scene from a wip that you're most excited about

Okay so! I have a series that I want to start which is an extension of MY SOUL IN SAINT CITY, and it consists of all the Lis and their behavior as they spend time at a cafe that only opens during late hours!

My favourite scene so far is one where Non-Mc has to deal with her crush on a certain Li, but they are in love with our MC of the Saint City series! 🤭

[yuunileb]

OH OH 4 AND 12 👏👏

4. share your favorite line of dialogue from a wip

Out of all the days this summer, it just had to rain now?!

12. what would the color palette be for one of your wips?

🥹both of these are for a fic I will post around July 12!

[obsessivedaydreamer]

꩜ wip ask game ꩜

1. share a snippet of your choice from a wip

2. share a snippet from either the fourth line, fourth paragraph, or fourth page of a wip

3. share a snippet from a wip that involves [character]

4. share your favorite line of dialogue from a wip

5. talk about the scene from a wip that you're most excited about

6. if you were trying to recommend one of your wips to someone without giving any spoilers, what would you say?

7. describe a wip in five words or less

8. who is your favorite character in one of your wips and why do you like them in that story?

9. share 4 out of context images that you feel represent a wip

10. share a song (or songs) that you feel represents a wip

11. if one of your wips was a cocktail, what would it be made of?

12. what would the color palette be for one of your wips?

[yuunileb]

I am sorry but nothing in the world could convince me to like this new Li... That is a wattpad creation right there—with his alpha ceo lookin' ass 😭

No hate to anyone who enjoys the character 👏but that man just ain't for me. 😮‍💨

My yapping under the cut |

Please remember that this is MY opinion of the new Li. If you like the character then please don't let me ruin your fun. LADS is a game meant for everyone and each person is entitled to their own thoughts!

Like I love the idea, the whole werewolf thing. But they poorly executed it. First of all, why does he have two pairs of ears??? If he was a werewolf, just choose one buddy! Can't keep both, either keep the fluffy pair or the human appendages!! 😭😭

Now that haircut... Bro just- Just why that... I'm sorry but the moment i saw that hairdo my mind turned off 😮‍💨 and the ears, they look like they are coming from a cosplay. tail is great though, just everything else is a no...

Also the movements with him jumping look so cringey! Literally everything about him screams Wattpad Alpha Ceo 😭

I was so looking forward to the new Li, hoping for a more elegant soft type of guy like Marius or Jumin Han 😔

[yuunileb]

This idea was supposed to posted on Caleb's bday but I got quite busy haha. . . anywayyy here is a smol blurby!

tw | darkish smut

Your next-door neighbor Caleb who just loves to wave to you from his porch, protein shake in hand while the upper half of his body leaned against the wooden railings. But as a bonus to your crusty morning gunk eyes, he just happened to not wear a shirt at these sun-rising hours. Sweatpants dipping low under his waistline while Caleb quite so subtly flexed his back muscles when he caught your gaze.

He was the same neighbor who developed a habit to read a book by his bedroom window, that just coincidentally faced yours. Of course, he didn't choose to sit at that window specifically to stare at you changing after a long day of work. Absolutely not.

Next-door neighbor Caleb that is somehow always at the same bar as you. A few stools away from yours. Watching. Observing. Not a man went by without Caleb memorizing their face, personality, and walking patterns.

Your dear neighbor who haunted your dreams. His deep purple eyes staring from every corner of the walls whilst a full form and shadowed version of Caleb hovered on top of you. Thighs straddling your waist, hands tethered to the headboard, and a freakish smile that slithered upon his face was the first to greet you.

It was all a dream, nothing like that would happen in reality. Caleb was far too kind to commit such actions to little ol' you.

To think he would be in bed at night, with your lost daily worn pantie in hand, pleasuring himself to the thought of you crying. Begging to stop when he had only come inside a minimal three times. Cream dripping out in globs, while your pussy and thighs twitches from abuse to your cervix.

It would be a dream come true. But until then your dirty undergarments would suffice.

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[yuunileb]

🥹Thank you for the tag, rie lovie! (@gojosamaa) <333

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Ahahahaahaha... ahem.... Yeah how the fuck did you know I didn't socialize as a puppy- I THINK THIS IS RIGGED, THEY ARE JUST SPYING ON ME!!!!

Hate how this is too true 🤨

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[tiramiisol]

i love him with all my heart

[yuunileb]

@burekforsatoru

[hayatoseyepatch]

The hydro dragon needs smooches too 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 This is so cutie I’ll just sob about it forever and ever.

Commission by the loveliest Star Shine on vgen. Dividers by the amazing @cursed-carmine.

[sleepyrogues]

Pro hag, anti ai