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honeyblackberries · 16 days ago

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The world you left behind

Sylus died but what about the people left to miss him? What of the boy who’ll never know what lies beyond the shadow of his father’s wings?

sylus x reader (reader referred to as mother but no pronouns) 1.8k

cw: angst with a (maybe) happy ending, hurt with (maybe) comfort, mentions of blood and physical injuries, lore inaccurate, unnamed son pov.

basically a 'what if' au where mc/reader has sylus's kid after he dies in their dragon myth times. *sylus's son and the transformation scene was inspired by this art by @/napanewt (whole thread makes me sob) | also on ao3

The first time your son wished for his father happened when he was just a child.

He was born hearing tales of great dragons, of love in bloodshed, of kindred spirits and souls bound together for all eternity. Legends whispered throughout the cities were his bedtime stories, a requiem for the deceased was his lullaby.

Oh how exciting it all was to a young boy. What incredible adventures you’ve had! He wished to know more, desired to always hear of the man who's name stoked the flames of Tarus city.

“When can I meet him?” He’d asked you one night as you lay beside him in bed.

He was seven summers old, practically grown up. He would like to meet his father soon. Sylus was familiar yet completely unknown to him. A fiend that strikes fear into the hearts of the strongest warriors. Yet someone his mother speaks of so fondly, with a voice always gentle.

“I’m sorry love, your father has gone far away,” the words were ones he’d grow used to hearing. Ones he would come to resent.

But not yet.

Your son wondered if he looked the same as Sylus, as he stared at his own reflection in a chalice atop one of the many piles of treasure in your cave. You’d told him that regardless of how much he might look like you now, his silver hair and ruby red eyes come from his father.

“What about the horns?” he asked while pointing to his head. Where yours are and where his own should be. “And the tail, and… wings?”

“I hope you never grow them.” Those words confused him.

“Why?”

“Because they are a curse.”

Back then he didn’t understand what you meant. They would make him stronger, fiercer, more dragon-like. They would make him the same as the man he caught glimpses of in the shadows on the wall. The same as the man he saw in the twinkle of your eyes..

“Well, I hope I do.”

And hope he did, wished and prayed to every shining star. Desperate to be even half the man his father is. He had to be since Sylus was gone.

How else could he protect you from those who wanted to do you harm; fight off all the monsters that curse your existence and hunt you down. Men with wicked intentions and venom on their tongues. How else could he get rid of the sadness that would creep into your gaze when you think he isn’t looking. Stop the heartache that would overcome you sometimes, when you reminisce on the dragon who left you behind.

Your son was stuck with Sylus’s stories and nothing more.

The second time your son wished for his father was when the transformation started. It came suddenly and it tore him apart all at once.

The scream of pain he let out as something began to grow through the bone of his skull, tearing delicate skin. The way his own blood thickly trickled into his eyes from the open wounds. The sickening wet sounds of his body unwillingly shifting in ways it wasn't used to.

That’s how you found him. Curled up in a heap on the floor, body convulsing as if it didn’t know what to do with itself. Crimson staining everything around him.

“Mama—” he sobbed, something he hadn’t called you in years.

His voice sounded broken to his own ears, but he no longer cared about being weak. Not when it hurt so much that he wished death would save him. What a foolish child he had been to dream of this. And what a cruel father Sylus must be to let it happen. How could a father who didn’t even know him curse him so—give him what he so desperately wanted but at such a horrible cost.

He blacked out not long after, cradled in your shaking arms.

You told him later on that the same thing had happened to Sylus when he was still a young dragon and your son wondered if it would have been less scary with him around. If his father would have held him through it like you did, if he would have known what to say to make it hurt less.

He can almost imagine it.

‘Bite down on a cloth so you don’t bite your tongue.’

‘Slow your breathing, don’t panic. The adrenaline will only make it happen faster.’

‘It'll be over soon.’

‘I’m here for you.’

The next few years were hard on your son. Having to learn how to exist within his new body. He always moved wrong. Would trip over his own tail as he walked, cut his mouth with his fangs, tear flesh with his talons.

But all of that paled in comparison to the challenge that was his wings. To the humbling experience of learning to fly.

A part of him yearned for the skies yet he was wet behind the ears with the way his wings would allow him to rise for only a moment, before plummeting to the ground. Always two steps behind spring’s baby birds who could soar past him.

He learned a lot about himself during this time. That he was impatient, easy to anger, easier to lose common sense. It’s good he supposes, looking back on it. The way he was forced to prematurely clip the hubris that was growing within him. Lest he fall just as bad as Icarus.

It was during each failure—in the moment just before the crash—where he would find himself wondering if his father would hold his hands as he taught him how to take flight. Show him how to follow the wind above mountain peaks and along the edge of the horizon. Go with him to the edge of the sea beyond where the datura flowers bloom.

He remembers you asking him once, years later, if he regretted wishing to be like Sylus. If after what had to be done for it to happen, he could still want to be like him.

His answer then is the same as it would be today.

Even if the pain was once unbearable and the struggle seemingly never-ending, it chipped away at his rough edges. Honed him like a blade. He could now fight his own battles; win against those who started ones against you. He could hear the joy in your laugh as he picked you up and flew off towards the dawn. Could see the look of pride on your face.

You were proud of the man he grew to be.

It was worth it to get a step closer to his father.

The last time your son wished for his father was on the day you left him. Dragons live long but not forever and you only had half the soul of one.

It had been lifetimes since he was a boy but he felt more helpless than ever before. He could do nothing for the mother who kissed his bruises and loved him twice as much to make up for the absence of his father.

He could only lay you to rest in the field of flowers you cherished. Could only fix your hair and cover you in the softest fabric as he buried you. Lay by your grave as long as his body would let him. Through tears he cursed the heavens, cursed whatever deemed it fit to take you away. Cursed the father who was never there.

Where was he when you needed him?

…

He wondered for the last time what Sylus was like. Not as a myth or a father, but as a man.

A man beloved enough to have a son with. A man you hoped to see again in the next life.

A man you'd to turn yourself into a monster for.

Your son never came back to visit you. Never came back to the home that held nothing except bittersweet memories. He left for the farthest corners of the world and still sought to go further.

Without the father he never knew and the mother who was his everything, he was truly alone.

Centuries passed but your son never forgot you. Everywhere he went the wind and the wings of birds carried your presence. In the people he met he saw your kindness. But time was a gentle mistress to him. It healed wounds, altered him in ways never expected.

He was different. Changed to fit the new life he was living—one with towers that reached beyond the clouds, new monsters, and so many people. There was a maturity to him now. A quiet patience. Gone was the boy who would dream of dragons.

Actually, he hadn't been him for a long time.

Then it happened one day.

He was out in the city centre—waiting in line for a new cafe—when he saw you. It was only in passing but he knew it was really you. Knew it in that innate way one can recognise their mother.

Feet moved on their own and he was following behind you before he even realised. You were younger, closer to how he remembered you looking when he was a child. And where were you going? Home? Or to meet up with friends, maybe even a lover?

He just wants to watch you for a bit; won't approach you. You were different, you wouldn’t remember him and that’s okay.

You cross the street and stop, seeming to reach your destination.

He watches curiously as you sneak up behind a man with his back facing the two of you. Sees you throw yourself onto him, hugging his neck. The man turns suddenly and lets out a deep laugh, arms wrap around your waist and he leans down to smile at you.

His breath catches when he sees the stranger's face.

This man is someone he'd recognise from the very marrow of his bones. Hair silvery white like the flash of light that would hit his eyes when he used to fly too close to the sun. Eyes like the rubies that littered the floor of the cave he once called home, a perfect twin to his. And his gaze is fixed on you, much like his own. But there’s something there, a depth of love and longing he’s never seen.

“Hey!” a voice calls out to your son.

“Where are you running off too?” his lover chides out of breath, as they run up to him. “You just suddenly disappeared, I thought you were waiting for me.”

“Sorry,” he smiles apologetically. “It’s nothing. I just… I thought I saw someone familiar.”

They talk his ear off and drag him back to the main street, but the warm feeling bubbling in his chest stops him from hearing any of it. What are the chances that his wish would finally come true. He got to see his father. On top of that, he can tell from the way he holds you that the man loves you with depths beyond time.

Across the street Sylus watches the retreating figure of a man. His gaze drawn to him with a pull he can’t quite explain.

“Sy, you know him?” you ask as you tilt your head to see who he’s looking at.

“No,” it’s true, and yet—

“He just seems familiar.”

a/n: this only exists because i was listening to epic and had sons never knowing their fathers on the brain. also tysm for 200 followers! kissing each of you on the forehead *muah*

#love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus angst #dad sylus #sylus x mc #lads x reader #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace angst #lnds #l&ds sylus #sylus qin #qin che #sylus x you #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace x reader #lads oc

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clarionglass · 1 year ago

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here we go :) part one of three, updates to be released weekly!

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sam says 4 (game master cinematic universe, part 3)

Ruby was at her mum's for a family dinner she couldn't miss on pain of death, apparently, and the Doctor was many things, but a family dinner kind of guy wasn't one of them—particularly when Carla had already slapped him once in the short time he'd known her. He thought he'd broken his streak of bad luck with mums, but… well, seemingly not. So he was companionless for a few hours, and while he could wait for her to get back, maybe catch up on his reading—what was the point of waiting when you had a time machine?

He ran his hands over the TARDIS console, marvelling at her clean lines and metallic flourishes, the way that even now she felt brand new but familiar, and paused. He’d just pop off for a quick adventure, nothing too dangerous, but—where to go?

He could scan for a distress call nearby, and pitch in to help. He could drop in on Donna and Shaun and Rose, beautiful Rose, and see how they were all doing. Or he could just hit the randomiser button, and jump in feet first wherever he ended up.

He remembered a conversation from a long time ago, when he wore a different face, and his gorgeous TARDIS wore a face too, for the first and only time.

“You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.”

“No, but I always took you where you needed to go.”

He grinned. Who could resist an offer like that? He pressed the button and whooped as the time rotor spun into action, ready to see where the universe would take him.

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Apparently, he was needed pretty close to where he already was. Earth, 2024. Huh. Same planet, same time—within a few months of where he’d left Ruby, even. The main thing that had changed was the location: he was now in the good old US of A. California, to be more specific, and Los Angeles to be more specific still. And to really narrow it down, the Doctor discovered as he poked his head out of the TARDIS doors, he was in… a broom closet. Not bad, as a parking spot—a bit squeezy, but out of the way. And as he poked his head out of that door, he could finally see he was in the backstage corridors of a studio of some kind. Film or TV, if he was to hazard a guess, it was a different vibe from Abbey Road.

With a shrug, he decided to go exploring.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before a young woman wearing the full-black outfit, headset, and permanently stressed expression of a production assistant came running up to him.

“Are you the fill-in Sam organised?” she asked breathlessly, and honestly, seeing the look on her face, the Doctor didn’t have the heart(s) to tell her no. And really, what was the Doctor, if not a professional fill-in? This, this was why he had a randomiser button on the control panel, because whatever he was about to get himself into was going to be fun.

“Sure!”

“Oh, thank god,” sighed the production assistant, relief dawning across her face. “When Ally tested positive this morning, I thought we were sunk for the record, because we called around and we couldn’t get a hold of anyone. But then Sam said he could get someone in, and, you know, here you are, and just in time, so—ah, yeah, if you could follow me this way?”

Smiling all the way, the Doctor followed his guide through to hair and makeup, looking around as they went. The studio seemed to belong to a company called Dropout, according to the branding scattered around, and things seemed, at least on the surface, to be… well. Fine. He couldn't tell why he'd been brought here yet, which meant that when he found the reason, it was going to be particularly tangled. He couldn't wait!

And then he looked back at his guide, still engulfed in a miasma of anxiety, and realised he'd been too busy looking for clues to notice the person right in front of him.

“Hey, it's cool, you've found me,” he started with a gentle smile. “You can relax. Hi, I'm the Doctor. What's your name?”

“Oh!” she said, startled. “The Doctor, yeah, of course. Um, hi, I'm Kaylin. Look, sorry, it's just that I've been so busy this morning, I'm so distracted… Shit, and I would've completely forgotten to get your details too. There's paperwork to fill in, but you can do that later. Um, just for now, though, can I get your pronouns?”

The Doctor thought for a moment. “He/him, for now.”

Kaylin nodded, making a note on her phone. “Okay, cool! And do you have any socials?”

“Not me, babes,” he replied. “I'm hardly sitting down long enough to be able to update, you know?”

“On a day like this, I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “That's okay, Lou didn't have socials either for the longest time. Right, so if you go through there, the team will get you sorted, and once you're done, someone will take you up to the greenroom. All good?”

“All great,” the Doctor replied. Kaylin flashed him a quick, relieved smile, then hurried off.

Hair and makeup was a fairly quick process, the sound mixer fitted him with a microphone, and before too long, Kaylin was back to take him upstairs.

“This is the greenroom,” she said, pushing the door open. “The rest of the cast for the episode are already here—they’re great guys, and they’ve both been on the show a lot, so they’ll be able to help if you’ve got questions. And if you need anything else, just come find me or any of the other PAs, okay?”

The Doctor nodded, beamed at Kaylin, and walked in.

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The greenroom was small but comfortable, and its occupants, two men around the same age as the Doctor appeared, looked up as he entered.

“Oh, you’re new,” the taller of the pair said, clearly giving him the once-over.

The other sighed with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, just as clearly used to his friend’s antics.

“Hey, I’m Brennan,” he said, levering himself up to standing from his perch on a chair arm, and holding out a hand. “That’s Grant.”

The Doctor took it warmly. “The Doctor. Just passing through, and happy to help.”

Grant’s eyebrows quirked. “Doctor… something?” he prompted.

“Or is it just ‘the Doctor’?” Brennan asked.

“Just ‘the Doctor’,” the Time Lord confirmed cheerfully. “You’ll get used to it, everyone does.”

Grant didn’t look convinced, but—

“Copy that,” Brennan shrugged, and settled back on the arm of the chair, returning his gaze to the door.

Grant, in turn, looked at the Doctor and rolled his eyes in a clear expression of ‘no, I don’t know why he’s like this, either’.

“Okay,” the Doctor said after a moment of watching the watching. “I wasn’t going to ask, but now I think I have to. What’s up with the door?”

Brennan huffed a laugh. “Well, the last time there was one of those up—” he pointed to the Out of Order sign stuck to the bathroom door, “—we got locked in here for the game.”

“He’s paranoid,” Grant interjected.

“Well, yeah, maybe,” Brennan retorted. “Or just cautious. Because Sam’s been acting weird lately, and we’re coming up to the last few records of the season, so he’s probably planning something way out of the box for the finale. And the original cast was you, me and Beardsley, so…”

He shrugged one shoulder meaningfully, and Grant nodded, conceding both the point and the potential for chaos.

“So if Sam comes in to give us the briefing, rather than waiting til we’re on set,” Brennan continued, “or there’s anything else weird going on, I’m gonna know about it right from the beginning.”

He turned to the Doctor. “The only reason I'm not quizzing you is because I know for a fact Beardsley was genuinely scheduled for this, so you can't be a plant by the production team. No offence.”

“None taken,” the Doctor smiled. “That sort of thing happen often, does it?”

Grant and Brennan exchanged a look.

“More than you'd think,” Grant answered with a grimace.

“Alright,” the Doctor said slowly, then brightened. “So what is it we're actually doing?”

Grant gave him a disbelieving glance. “You don't know—?”

“Very last minute fill-in,” the Doctor said breezily. “But don't worry, I'm a quick study.”

“Well, you're not that much worse off than the rest of us,” Brennan said encouragingly. “You know about Game Changer, obviously, if you know Sam, and we only find out the rules of the game once we get on set. Hopefully,” he added, with a dark look back at the Out of Order sign.

The Doctor nodded. No, he didn't know Sam, and he didn't know Game Changer, but he could work out the situation from context clues. This was a game show. And with the Toymaker banished, and Satellite Five not coming into existence for another 198000 years, give or take, he found himself smiling. Maybe third time would be the charm.

“Mmm, hopefully they aren't going to throw you in the deep end,” Grant said. “Because Brennan might seem lovely now, but as soon as we get out there, he's a whore for points. He'll stab you in the back and won't even blink.”

Brennan barked with laughter. “Yeah, and you wouldn't?”

“Excuse you, I'm always a goddamn delight,” Grant replied, the very picture of injured dignity.

“Oh, absolutely!” agreed a new voice. The Doctor turned to the now-open door to see a bearded man in a pinstriped suit smiling broadly. “That's why we keep inviting you back!”

Grant bowed sarcastically. “Why, thank you, Sam. Good to know I'm appreciated by someone here.”

“Always,” Sam replied, gently but firmly ending that particular path of the conversation. He scanned the room, and his eyes lit up when they landed on the Doctor.

“Ah, you must be the Doctor!” he said with obvious delight, walking over with his hand outstretched. “I'm Sam—thanks for filling in for us, you've made sure we're going to have a good show. Seriously, it's a pleasure to have you here.”

“Aw, cheers!” the Doctor smiled, shaking the offered hand. “Glad I could help out, I'm really looking forward to this!”

“Well, great!” Sam exclaimed, then took a step back, regarding all three players in turn. “Now, folks, I'm just letting you know that we're just about ready to start the record, so if you can start heading down, that'd be great.”

Grant and Brennan nodded—Brennan, the Doctor noticed, with relief.

“See you down there,” Sam said, smiling. “Have a great show, and—”

His eyes caught on the Doctor's for a second, twinkling.

“Good luck.”

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Backstage, the Doctor, Brennan and Grant were marshalled into podium order and given a final briefing from the crew. And then, with a thumbs-up from Kaylin, that was it.

Showtime.

“Get ready for a Game Changer!” came Sam's voice from onstage. “Tonight’s guests: he can shoot off a monologue with laser accuracy; it’s Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

Brennan, his back to the camera as the curtains opened, spun on his heel and, with a stone-cold expression, pointed finger guns straight down the barrel, before letting the facade crack open. “Hi!” he exclaimed, and walked over to the leftmost podium.

“It’s his first appearance, but he’s already on fire; it’s the Doctor!”

The Doctor leant against the archway to the stage and flashed a broad smile towards the camera, then in a few skipping steps, had bounded over to the next free podium. What the hell, why not make an entrance?

“And even in the toughest of mazes, you’ll always be able to find him; it’s Grant O’Brien!”

Grant dipped his lanky frame into an approximation of a curtsey, spreading his arms wide, then sauntered over to the closest podium with a grin.

“And your host, me!” Sam announced, a ring of manic white showing around his irises as he beamed down the barrel of the camera. “I’ve been here the whole time!”

“This,” he continued, pushing his microphone shut and stowing it in his jacket pocket, “is Game Changer, the only game show where the game changes every show. I am your host, Sam Reich!”

As he said his name, he looked at his hands, front and back, as if he was pleasantly surprised to be himself, then gestured towards the three podiums.

“I am joined today by these three lovely contestants! Now, you understand how the game works.”

“Of course not,” Grant started. “You know we don't.”

“We can't, Sam, that's the whole point of the theatre you've set up here,” Brennan said over him.

“Not yet,” was all the Doctor said, anticipation starting to drum a tattoo of excitement against the inside of his ribcage.

“That’s right!” Sam said brightly, shooting finger guns at the camera. “Our players have no idea what game it is they’re about to play. The only way to learn is by playing. The only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning! So without further ado, let’s begin by giving each of our players fifty points.”

The Doctor, biding his time, watched the reactions of his fellow contestants. Grant looked at the front of his podium, checking the point total, and nodding approvingly when he saw that yes, it was sitting at a round fifty. Brennan, on the other hand, was starting to frown.

“Players, Sam says: touch your nose,” Sam began, and Brennan sighed the sigh of someone who wasn’t happy to be proved right.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Wasn’t one this season enough?”

He touched his nose anyway, as did the others, and Sam smiled encouragingly. “Sam says: touch your ear.”

When they all did, Sam nodded. “Touch your other ear.”

Everybody held still, fingers on the ears they had originally touched.

Sam beamed. “Easy, players, right?”

“You say that now,” Brennan said darkly. “Which makes it worse, because all you're doing is setting us up for failure.”

Sam gasped, pretending offence. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” Brennan and Grant replied in unison, which drew a grin from the Doctor and set Sam off chuckling.

“And I'm not having it,” Brennan continued, leaning his elbows against his podium and pointing at Sam with the hand not touching his ear. “You better watch yourself, because I know how this game works, and you're not going to get one over on me.”

“Strong words, Brennan!” Sam said, clearly delighted by this response. “Okay, then, let's start making things a bit more interesting!”

The game continued as per Sam Says usual, some rounds done as a group and some individual. Points were won, sure, but lost slightly more frequently, and even the Doctor found he was having to concentrate to avoid getting caught in the host's traps.

It was fun. Genuinely, it was like playing a game with friends, and the Doctor felt himself leaning into it. There wasn't any sign of danger—maybe there wasn't a mystery to solve at all, and the TARDIS just decided he needed a total break.

Well, probably not. But the way things were going, he was able to let himself hope.

“Alright, players,” Sam said a good few rounds in, just as pleasantly as he would start any other question, and the screen behind him dinged as a new prompt popped up. “Survive the death beam.”

For a second, everything was frozen perfectly still.

And then came the crash, the explosive noise of heavy machinery moving relentlessly through a drywall set.

The Doctor was already moving. “Everyone down!”

“Duck!” Brennan yelled at the same time.

The two of them hit the ground within milliseconds of each other, but Grant was still paralysed in the face of the giant, science-fiction type laser cannon that had just ploughed through the wall.

It whined ominously, screaming its way to fever pitch. And then a sharp pain in Grant’s ankle made him stagger, pitching forwards onto the carpet behind the podiums as the Doctor rolled away to avoid getting pinned.

“Sorry, babes,” the Doctor whispered. “But it was either kick you to get you down, or—”

A hideous metallic screech ripped through the air, and all three of them could feel the crackle of ozone as a beam of energy swept across what had, moments ago, been neck height.

“…Or that,” the Doctor finished with a grimace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Grant breathed, suddenly very conscious of every inch of his 6’9 frame. “Thanks.”

“Well done, players!” Sam exclaimed delightedly from above them. “But… sorry, I didn’t say ‘Sam says’, so that’s a point off for everyone.”

“What the fuck!” Brennan snapped.

“Are you actually insane?” Grant demanded at the same time, his voice overlapping with Brennan’s.

In response, Sam just wheezed with laughter. “You can come back to your podiums,” he said, cheerfully ignoring them.

Nobody moved.

“Very good!” he acknowledged, and even without seeing his face, the grin was obvious in his voice. “Okay, Sam says: come back to your podiums.”

Although the words were innocuous, and his tone was just as light and breezy as usual, there was nevertheless an edge hiding just underneath the surface. And while the death beam loomed large in the minds of all three players, it was impossible to consider disobedience as an option.

Slowly, they stood, returning to their places. Now they had the time to look at it properly, the death beam was even more sinister, and Brennan and Grant both kept flicking nervous glances its way, ready to move if it looked like it was charging up again.

The Doctor, however, was focused purely on the man standing in front of them. Unbothered, Sam met his gaze like a challenge, a mischievous smile playing about his lips.

“Oh, you’ll love this one,” he said, and the screen changed. “Sam says, starting with Grant: say my name.”

Grant frowned in confusion, but answered quickly nonetheless. “Sam Reich?”

The man himself shrugged tolerantly, moving on. “Brennan?”

Brennan just stared at him coolly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“Well caught, Brennan!” Sam said happily. “Sam says: say my name.”

“Sam,” Brennan replied, suspicion clear in his voice. “Samuel Dalton Reich.”

He nodded, still with a hint of indifference. “And lastly, Doctor.” His smile broadened. “Sam says: say my name.”

It was easy. Too easy. And as the Doctor looked into the eyes of the man calling himself Sam Reich, he felt his hearts stutter in recognition, because something had changed. He wasn’t hiding himself anymore, and while the face was different yet again, the Doctor would know the shape of that soul anywhere. It was impossible. It was inevitable.

“You can’t be,” he breathed.

Sam smirked, leaning in across his podium. “Oh, but Doctor… I’ve been here the whole time,” he stage-whispered with a wink.

“He said you lost,” the Doctor said, shaking his head, looking wrong-footed for the first time that Brennan and Grant could recall. “You lost, and he trapped you.”

The other two watched, uncomprehending, but Sam just smiled, drumming his fingers against the podium with an audible beat, fast but distinct. Four taps, four taps, four taps. “I’m waiting.”

The Doctor took a slow, deep breath. Set his jaw.

“Master.”

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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?

original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x

art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x

writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): you are here!

#game master #sam reich!master #doctor who #dw #dropout #game changer #you know what let's chuck some character tags in here #15th doctor #the master #sam reich #brennan lee mulligan #grant o'brien #kaylin mahoney #clari speaks #clari writes #ah darlings i'm putting my chat down here rather than in the post body for once #so i've thought of this whole saga as 'part three' but i will be a) titling them all and b) just keeping on numbering the parts sequentiall #rather than 'part three part one' etc #otherwise we're getting into homestuck act titling territory and that is ground i do not wish to tread #also fuck i hope i've got the time zones right #i'm planning to post this when an episode of game changer would ordinarily be released. to plug the gap. to tide us over.#(the finale trailer is so delightfully unhinged and i cannot wait til next week)#anyway gang this one was wild #the slight but significant genre shift from 'game changer with doctor who elements' to 'doctor who with game changer elements'#it was fun to write! and hopefully fun to read :)#also i MUST say that eugene northernfireart has a baller comic in the works that this entire thing is based on #this is thousands of words of setup and continuation because the sketch idea was so good it possessed me #and we decided that it had to be a proper dw episode #(hey rtd hire me pls)#anyway eugene is on hiatus bc of life so in the meantime go give him love and be Fuckin Hyped for the comic when it appears bc i know i am

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animals-are-xing · 2 years ago

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🎃 Ruby Point has officially been updated for Halloween! 🎃

Lots of fun things to explore, and plenty of fun little gifts to find!

My island has multiple themes and includes:

UFO crash site & secret lab

BOTW inspired fairy fountain

Spooky corn maze

Haunted house

Kidcore playground & summer camp

Pirate treasure cove

If you do end visiting, please feel free to let me know what you think! 🖤

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nyao-mi · 2 years ago

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NOT MY ASTARION BRAIN ROT CONTINUING CUS LIKE i just got the scene where he literally says he misses seeing his face and that like he wishes he knew what he looked like and i??? WANTED SO BADLY FOR IT TO BE AN OPTION TO DRAW HIM

LIKE IMAGINE STARING AT HIM ACROSS THE BONFIRE, watching the way the light dances across his pale skin. youve been through hard times and one of the things you've learned to get through it was to draw

at first, you loathed the fact that you had to paint rich people for mere couple pieces of gold when you knew your art was worth more than that. you loathed even more that they'd upturn their posh noses at you and scoff when, truly, they knew what a treasure your art was.

now, seeing astarion, the way his white hair seemed to almost form a halo around his head, reflecting the moonbeams that graced his body, watching as he crossed his legs and meditated; you knew that you didn't regret a single second of the trials and tribulations that led you to this point.

you could finally put this agonizing skill to use. you could draw him.

and so you scrounged up some paper, an ink well, a quill; all things you'd pocketed during your adventures with the rather willful vampire.

you sat there, nib of the quill scratching against the parchment.

your art was nothing compared to the paintings you'd done before; these were mere lines and ink blots. you wished you could truly show him how beautiful he was through water color or pastels. instead, trapped in a land you barely knew, all you could do for him was this.

he had his eyes closed, of course, so you drew them from memory. strikingly red, like rubies, like blood. you didn't forget his crow's feet; you loved the way they wrinkled when he laughed. you shaped his lips, soft but rough from years of bite and chew, and formed it into his infamous mischievous grin.

his hair always seemed unruly but, drawing it now, it felt like drawing gorgeous chaos; there was an order to it, the way the bangs fell across his forehead, the way the sides feathered in front of his ears and curled behind them.

when you stopped, you realised you'd drawn him over and over, across several pieces of parchment.

the way he frowned and his fangs would glance across his lips. the way he'd look confused and his eyebrows would furrow. the way he'd look longingly at the stars, mind distant and eyes almost empty, like he'd made so many wishes that were never granted by the cosmos.

you never liked tooting your own horn but you felt like you truly captured him.

so, you took your pieces of paper, all drawings of him, dozens of them, small and sketchy; you took it all and you sat beside him and spread them out in front of you.

it took him a second to realise you were there. he'd been letting his guard down recently, especially when you were on watch duty, and it took you laying your head across his shoulder for his eyes to flutter open.

he opened his mouth, like there had almost been a retort slipping off his tongue, but the sight of your drawings stopped him.

he let out a ragged breath, eyes flickering across all of them. his clawed hands hovered in the air, trembling, as if taking a hold of the drawings would make them crumble under his touch.

and perhaps, in his head, he really believed they would.

'darling,' he'd call you, his voice wet with unshed tears 'what's all of this?'

of course he'd still joke. it was how he coped with things. he joked to hide how he truly felt and, of course, you were always there to understand.

'it's you,' you answered a matter-of-factly, as if you hadn't just turned this vampires world upside down 'its you the way i see you.'

and that's what makes him crack. because maybe, since you were the one that drew all of it, you hadn't noticed. but he noticed.

he noticed all the love and devotion you spilled across the page. every single detail, every single stroke, it was all from love.

and as someone who had never been on the receiving end of it, astarion cracked and he hid his face into your neck and he cried.

they were soft sobs, almost unnoticeable. but he cried nonetheless.

he cried for his past that he'd lost under his sadistic master, he cried for his difficult present that seemed impossible to escape, and he cried for this hopeful future you seemed to lay out in front of him.

he cried because he didn't realise that he had this much hope left inside of him. because he didn't know what else to do in the face of your devotion.

you just sat there, humming and rubbing his back, ignoring the way his arm wrapped around your waist, claws digging into your skin as if you'd disappear in front of him if he didn't hold on to you as tightly as possible.

#astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #my sweet vampire baby #hes just a big pathetic meow meow

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felibrary · 8 months ago

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╭──╯GOOD DAYS | even as the snow falls atop his hair and the colorful fireworks launch in the distance, sylus can't help but keep his eyes off of you.

pairing: sylus x reader (gender neutral) | content & warnings: just some toothrotting fluff, bit of banter and bicker, reader is implied to be shorter than sylus, possibly ooc sylus | wordcount: 1.1k ; ficlet

author's note: this is based off his nightplume card with my own little add-ons lolll (also i don't even play lad anymore..so if you see any mischaracterizations here..yeah..)

A/N: Loll finally posted again and it's lad haha, enjoy!!

"sylus, i'm cold."

your boyfriend raises his brow and sighs, having the audacity to act disappointed. "i've warned you about the cold weather. should've listened to me about wearing a scarf," he smirks while you on the other hand only huff, frown deepening.

"well, i didn't know it'd be this cold," you shudder as the snowflakes meet your nape and slowly dissolve.

you're pretty sure you look absolutely ridiculous right now — with a runny nose and a hoarse voice complaining about something you're at fault for, to sylus who simply enjoys watching your dilemma and chuckles in amusement.

there aren’t often moments when sylus feels at ease, always on the lookout if something happens to you when he isn’t around. but he knows that if he stays by your side there won’t ever be something bad happening to you — he makes sure of that and instead decides to enjoy these simple but meaningful moments with you.

so maybe these little moments make him pay less attention to his surroundings than usual, oblivious to the snow that gets stuck in his hair and you can’t help but cackle a bit. “what?” he asks curiously. “there’s snow in your hair,” you point out. sylus’ gaze drifts up for a split-second before smiling and lowering his head. “help me,” his voice is soft as he requests you to help him.

even through hands covered in mittens, you can feel how soft sylus’ hair is, you play with his hair for a bit, rubbing your hand over his head before finally brushing the remaining snow out. “be careful, even a crow can turn into a dove in this weather,” you smile. “a crow? what a funny thing of you to say,” sylus returns your smile before turning his head away from you to look at the fireworks and so do you.

the fireworks are pretty, magnificent even. they vary in size, motive, and color but despite all of that each of them is unique and beautiful in its own way, making it unable to rip your eyes off them..besides maybe one exception.

not even a moment later, the exception in question turns to you, expectant ruby eyes staring down at you before swaying his gaze down to the snow-covered railing, smiling. "want me to draw you?" the turned-up collar of his stuffed leather jacket rises and falls along his neck as he exhales.

you follow his gaze and scoff. "sylus, what are you up to," you mutter under your breath. he doesn't respond, instead his gloved hand meets the metal railing before slowly tracing circles in the snow, and soon after you're able to recognize what he drew — a cat.

“seriously? a cat? i thought i’d at least be something more intimidating like a tiger,” you complain in faux offense. sylus only hums “do you know what you look like right now?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond before tracing lines onto the cat’s forehead.

"like a tiger that meows when it opens its mouth," he says, voice laced with sarcasm. upon seeing it, you can't help but crack a smile. "you're so stupid," you express with a shake of your head. "says the stubborn one who refused to dress warmly," he huffs before turning away from you again.

those ruby eyes full of danger and a lust for adventure soften upon seeing the shower of fireworks being cast in the sky. a mixture of bright red and blue colors paints the sky and casts a light shadow over sylus’ figure.

you playfully roll your eyes at him, grinning as you scoop some of the snow off the railing. “sylus, you still have snow in your hair, want me to get it out for you?” you offer, a sweet smile gracing your lips. “what, you want to deepen our relationship? but if you insist,” he smirks before lowering his head.

you reach forward and unlike sylus’ expectation your hand lands on his cheek, making his eyes widen in surprise while you bite your bottom lip, suppressing the giggle you’ve been meaning to let out ever since you got the idea. sylus shoots you a boyish smile before flicking his fingers against your forehead which catches you off guard. “unprompted benevolence wasn't out of the kindness of your heart,”

before you’re able to process what’s happening, sylus pulls you into a tight embrace, strong arms snaking around your waist and holding you closely to his chest. "sylus let me go, i can't see the fireworks" you muffle into his jacket. "mhm, but weren't you the one who was complaining about the cold just now?” he says absentmindedly and you gaze up at him as he turns his head to the fireworks.

his eyes find yours again, ruby eyes locking with yours as he gives you a mirthful smile. i'd rather not let you be exposed to the cold again" you glare at him which seems to amuse him even more because his next move is to pull you closer than before. (which you didn’t even know was possible from how close the two of you were already.)

luckily he lets you go soon after and you breathe in relief and observe him curiously as he pulls something out of the pocket of his jacket — a scarf. you gasp in surprise. “you had a scarf with you all along?” you ask him dumbfoundedly, not sure whether to be grateful for having something to warm your neck which isn’t sylus’ biceps, or if you should feel betrayed that he hid it from you.

“i’ve had a hunch that you’d forget yours in the rush, always so forgetful.” he smiles softly before wrapping the scarf around your neck, twice around your neck, and once around your.. eyes? “sylus, i swear to god.” even with your eyes covered beneath the wool scarf you can practically see sylus smirking to himself. “fine, fine,” he mutters, smiling before removing the scarf from your eyes.

the scarf sits nicely around your neck and not to mention it’s very comfortable and keeps you warm. you exchange glances with sylus before turning your attention to the fireworks again.

from beneath you, on the riverbank, a bunch of people are lighting up their fireworks before watching after them as they fly into the distance. your eyes follow the fireworks as they light up the night sky and their reflections shimmer on the surface of the river. “the fireworks are so pretty, aren’t they?” you turn to sylus, expecting him to watch the fireworks too, instead you find his ruby eyes fixated on yours.

“yeah, they really are.”

TAGS: @azullumi we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is dedicated to you and your birthday you oldie gramps of a geezer which was one week ago.....but anyway although i don't want to repeat what i said in my birthday letter (which you haven't read yet LOL) i want to tell you that in such a short period of time you've grown to a person I've learned to love so easily as if it were naturally - which it is. you're so loveable that it makes me wonder how anyone could ever hold a grudge towards you? you're the sweetest soul on earth and i wish i would've been there for your birthday to congratulate you in person but well beggars can't be choosers. azul, you're my soulmate and i appreciate everything about you and everything that you've done for me. i love how clear and easy our communication is, i love our little playful banters that other people find questionable and i love that people associate the two of us together, even when it means mistaking us for one another, which just proves how close we even appear to other people. you're the embodiment of lovely and loveable to me. i love you to death azul and once again happy birthday! <3

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juanarc-thethird · 3 months ago

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Team RNJR Adventures #1

In a town far from civilization

Ruby: *Looking at the view of the forest* Wow, I have to admit that this adventure has its moments. What a beautiful view.

Jaune: And it's only going to get better. I booked an eight-hour mule ride to get to the other town.

Ruby: Jaune, doesn't that sound dangerous to you? The terrain doesn't look so good.

Jaune: Ruby, what could go wrong?

Moments later

A terrible storm falls upon our heroes. Jaune, at the front with his mule, tries to guide everyone to safety.

Jaune: GET TO THE BRIDGE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!

Nora: AND WHAT ABOUT PEPITO?!

Nora says as she grabs onto Ren and points to one of the mules being taken by the flood created by the rain.

Jaune: PEPITO NOW BELONGS TO THE FOREST!!

(Pepito was later rescued safe and sound)

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cvlebs · 22 days ago

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Rooftop date

Nothing beats watching the sunset from a rooftop and drinking wine with your partner... However, things can definetly get more interesting when alcohol is involved, and the thrill of getting caught drives you further past your usual limits.

!! FemReader + Caleb, SMUT | Word count: 2.8K

Tags: Caleb calls you pip-squeak, semi-public sex, slight switching of dominance between you and Caleb, handjob, riding, slight wine intoxication, fingering, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, game of ‘Who can keep quiet the longest?’, competitive Caleb, dominant but sweet Caleb.

As you step onto the balcony, Caleb's face lights up with a beaming smile, his playful demeanor shining through. "Hey, pip-squeak! You made it! I was starting to think l'd have to drink all this wine by myself!”, he gestures to the carefully arranged spread, his excitement evident. The warm breeze ruffles his hair, and he seems more handsome than ever under the soft glow of the lights.

You can feel your heart race as you catch his gaze. Caleb pours two glasses of wine, his movements smooth and confident. "So, what do you think? I wanted it to be special, just for you” he raises his glass, the light catching the ruby liquid, and his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"To us" he declares, his voice filled with affection. As you clink glasses, the moment feels perfect, and you can't help but smile back at him. The sunset is painting the sky in vibrant colors, and you love the beautiful scenery spreading across your point of view.

You look around the balcony, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and mischief. Satisfied that no one else is around, you smirk at Caleb, your playful demeanor shining through. "Since no one is around, how about we explore a new kind of fun?”, you suggest, taking a sip from the wine glass, your eyes sparkling with a hint of boldness.

Caleb's eyes widen in surprise, but then a playful grin spreads across his face as you straddle his lap. The warmth of your body sends a thrill through him, and he can't help but feel a surge of excitement at your boldness.

"Whoa, slow down pip-squeak!” he chuckles, his heart racing as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, “I do have to admit though.. I like where this is going, but…let’s be careful. Don’t want anyone to catch us, right?”. Still, the thrill of being caught only adds to the tension between you two.

The atmosphere is charged with possibilities, and you can sense that Caleb is both thrilled and slightly anxious about what might happen next. With the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a fiery glow, the world around you two seems to fade away. You, feeling playful and adventurous, suggest a game of ‘Who can keep quiet the longest?’ as you continue sitting on Caleb’s lap.

Your voice is lighthearted, but filled with mischief, as you propose this intimate challenge while your bodies are close together. The thrill of the game adds an extra layer of excitement to your already charged atmosphere, making your hearts race with anticipation.

Caleb raises an eyebrow, his playful grin widening as he processes your suggestion. “Oh, you think you can outlast me, huh?” he teases, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. He leans back slightly, giving you a mock-serious look, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist. “Alright, but if I win, don’t come to me crying!”, he says.

As the challenge begins, you both start grinding against each other, your breaths mingling in the soft evening air. You can feel the warmth radiating from Caleb, and the closeness makes your heart flutter with excitement. You exchange glances with him, eyes filled with unspoken lust, and the tension in the air thickens as both of you try to hold back your moans.

Moments pass, and just as you think you might win, Caleb suddenly grabs your hips and forces you to grind even harder against his clothed erection, causing you to yelp in surprise as a moan escapes past your lips. “I win”, he whispers teasingly, his breath warm against your skin. “Okay, okay! You win..”, you whine, your heart racing not just from the game but from the intoxicating closeness you share with him.

You take another sip of the wine, savoring its rich flavor before leaning in and kissing Caleb passionately. The kiss is sweet and intoxicating, the taste of the wine lingering on your lips as you lose yourselves in the moment.

As your mouths move together in a soft rhythm, you can feel Caleb's hands exploring your body, his fingers lifting the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine. The intensity of your connection heightens as he slides his hand into your underwear, eliciting a soft whine from you between your sloppy kisses.

Caleb's eyes darken with desire as your whines reach his ears, and he responds with a heated kiss, pouring all his affection and passion into the moment. His fingers start exploring your insides with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

Caleb's hands move with confidence, and your heart races at the daring nature of their actions, the risk of being discovered only adding to the excitement. In this moment, nothing else matters — It's just you and Caleb, sharing whispers of affection and breaths of desire, mingling with the sounds of the warm evening.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you decide to change the setting and move away from Caleb’s fingers. You’re still in his lap, but your hands are sneaking into his pants as you pull out his erection. The thrill of your earlier game lingers in the air, and you challenge Caleb to keep quiet so you won't be caught mid-action. The intensity of the moment electrifies your shared connection as you stroke his length and you can sense Caleb struggling to contain his pleasure, his breaths coming in sharp gasps.

Caleb fights to suppress the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape his lips. “Pip-squeak, this is... wow”, he whispers, barely managing to keep his voice down. His possessive side surges, urging him to thrust into your hand to deepen the connection. His hands grip your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights against the waves of pleasure coursing through him. Caleb groans at your every stroke, the sensation overwhelming him.

Caleb knows he's losing the battle to keep quiet, but the thrill of the moment drives him to push further, to embrace the wildness of your shared adventure. He moves your hand away and positions his member close to your heat. Then, he inserts the tip inside your entrance, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing you to feel every exquisite sensation.

Taking the lead, you revel in the power of the moment, heart racing with excitement as you start to bounce on him, the thrill of your secret rendezvous igniting a fire within you. The tension of being caught only heightens the pleasure, and you can sense Caleb struggling to maintain his composure, his breaths becoming shallow and uneven.

Caleb's eyes widen in a mix of disbelief and sheer ecstasy as you take charge, riding him with a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you both. Each bounce sends shivers down Caleb's spine, and he fights to suppress the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape his lips, a desperate battle that only adds to the intensity of the moment.

“Pip-squeak.. this.. feels amazing”, he manages to whisper, his voice strained with desire, betraying the struggle to keep quiet. You can feel his body responding eagerly beneath yours, his hands gripping you tighter as if he's trying to anchor himself amidst the rising tide of pleasure.

You playfully press Caleb's hands against the wall, holding them above his head and you mischievously smile, hinting at the playful dominance you’re taking in this moment. As you continue to ride him, you lean in closer, lips brushing against his as you kiss him passionately, holding him in place.

“I’ll make sure you can't run away from me”, you whisper with a smirk, your confidence radiating as you assert control over the situation. But of course, despite the teasing, both of you are acutely aware of Caleb's strength beneath your playful hold.

“What if I want to escape? What are you going to do?” he teases, though the warmth in his eyes reveals how much he enjoys this playful dynamic. He leans into your kiss, surrendering to the moment, his possessive nature flaring up as he revels in the thrill of being held back by the one person he trusts most.

You focus on the moment instead of responding, causing Caleb to tease you with his words even further. “You know I could easily flip this around, right pip-squeak?” he whispers teasingly, his playful demeanor contrasting with the deep longing in his eyes, making it clear that he wouldn't want it any other way.

You moan softly as you take Caleb's member deeper, feeling the intensity of the moment. You struggle to keep him pinned against the wall, your heart racing with excitement and pleasure. “I know you can take over… but it's my turn to… make you a mess”, you stutter, voice laced with breathy anticipation as the pleasure clouds your mind.

Despite his usual dominance, Caleb finds himself loving every moment of you taking charge. As you ride him with fervor, he can't help but respond to your movements, his body instinctively matching your rhythm. Suddenly though, you feel your body betray you, shaking with pleasure as you struggle to maintain your grip.

Caleb's hands find their way back to your hips, guiding your movements with a mix of urgency and tenderness. “You're doing amazing, but don't forget who's really in control here, pip-squeak” he whispers playfully, his voice low and filled with raw emotion.

Feeling a rush of confidence and excitement, you challenge Caleb to take control, urging him to demonstrate just how strong he really is. Your eyes sparkle with need as you lean in closer, breath warm against his ear, inviting him to show you the depth of his strength and passion. In return, Caleb's eyes ignite with determination at your challenge, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, you asked for it” he replies.

In one swift motion, he takes hold of your waist, effortlessly flipping your positions so that he's now in charge. The thrill of the moment sends a jolt of electricity between you both, and you can't help but gasp at his sudden dominance.

With a firm yet gentle grip, Caleb holds you against the wall of the rooftop entrance, his body pressing against yours and your breaths mingling in the warm evening air. “I hope you're ready for this”, he whispers, his voice laced with playful authority.

As he begins to thrust deeply, Caleb's strength envelops you and you feel an exhilarating mix of pleasure and excitement coursing through your body. His possessive side comes alive, ensuring you know just how much he desires you. The world outside fades into oblivion once again, and all that matters is the connection you share in this daring moment.

Each thrust is filled with intensity, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, fueling your own desires. “You wanted me to take control, right? Let's see how you handle it” he groans, and you can only moan in response, lost in the bliss of the intimacy as you surrender to the exhilarating ride Caleb has taken you on.

You lean in closer to Caleb, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper sweet nothings, your voice laced with playful teasing. Each word is a gentle nudge, encouraging him to embrace the moment even more, to let go of any lingering restraint. The warmth of your breath sends shivers down his spine.

“Just keep talking like that, and I might not be able to hold back” he lets out a groan again, his breath warm against your skin. You whimper at his words, instantly making him go crazy as he can’t resist your sweet sounds. Caleb instinctively quickens his movements, thrusting harder as he loses himself in the moment. “Pip-squeak, you’re driving me wild” he breathes between kisses, his voice filled with raw need.

You start to feel the intensity building with every thrust, and feel the waves of pleasure cresting within you, your body trembling as you near your climax. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your body fluids running down your thighs, a testament to the ecstasy you two are sharing.

Struggling to maintain your composure, you lock eyes with Caleb, your voice shaky yet filled with determination as you beg him to keep going no matter how close you are to losing yourself completely. Caleb's breath quickens at your plea, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and desire as he feels your tremors beneath him.

With renewed vigor, he thrusts even deeper, embracing the urgency of the moment. “I won't stop, not until you ask me to” he whispers, his tone filled with reassurance as he gives into the passionate rhythm you’ve created together. Caleb's movements grow more intense and your heart races as you encourage Caleb to continue, urging him to take you even higher.

Caleb's eyes darken with desire at your sweet words, igniting a fire within him. “You want more, huh? I can give you more”, he replies, his voice low and filled with determination. With renewed fervor, he thrusts faster as your encouragements push him to embrace his strength fully. With each thrust, you feel an overwhelming rush of pleasure as you reach your climax again, your body trembling uncontrollably.

The sensations wash over you, and you can feel your come leaking down Caleb's hard member. A little even spilling onto the rooftop floor. The sight of what he's doing to you fills Caleb with a sense of pride and desire, and he watches you with a mix of awe and longing. You cry out, voice filled with desperation, “I need it… again please”, your body still connected to his, refusing to separate.

Caleb's eyes widen with excitement as your cries fill the air, the sound igniting a deeper hunger within him. “I’ll give you everything you want” he promises, his possessive nature surging forward, wanting to fulfill your every desire. With a firm grip on your hips, he begins to thrust again, this time extremely slowly, wanting to tease you. As he continues to thrust, he remains the pace but his movements become more passionate.

You finally let go of your inhibitions, allowing yourself to moan loudly, despite the risk of getting caught or being seen. The wet sounds of Caleb’s thrusts are echoing in the warm evening air as you revel in the pleasure. Caleb, keenly aware of the risk of being caught, instinctively forces his fingers in your mouth, urging you to suck on them to quiet your moans.

The taste of his skin mixes with the lingering sweetness of your earlier kisses, creating an intoxicating sensation. You lock eyes with Caleb, your gaze filled with lust and desire, as you desperately suck on his fingers, the act causing his heart to race with arousal.

Caleb's breath hitches at the sight of your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and he feels a surge of possessive desire flood through him. He moans quietly, his movements growing more intense as he continues to thrust inside you.

As Caleb's fingers slide from your mouth, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, whispering, “You're doing great, but I need you to be quiet for me, okay?”. His playful tone is laced with urgency, creating a delicious tension as they continue to navigate this exhilarating adventure together.

To distract yourself from moaning, you lean closer to Caleb, your breath warm against his ear as you whisper your wildest fantasies, your voice low and sultry. Each word drips with desire, filled with playful mischief as you share the depths of your imagination.

Caleb's breath hitches as he absorbs your whispered fantasies, his eyes darkening with desire. “Tell me more” he encourages, leaning closer, captivated by the way you embraces your wild side. You continue to whisper into his ears as you grind against Caleb, your bodies moving rhythmically and you can feel him nearing his climax.

The heat between you two intensifies, and you sense the moment approaching. “Ahh…pip-squeak…” Caleb moans, this time loudly as he finishes. You can feel his warm semen pouring inside your guts, and the rush of pleasure washes over you.

The sensation is overwhelming, and you instinctively pull him closer, your desire to keep him inside you driving your actions. Caleb can feel the warmth spilling out of your hole so he holds you tighter, wanting to keep you full.

After a while, you settle against Caleb's shoulder as you both take a moment to catch your breath. The evening air is filled with a gentle breeze, and the soft glow of the sunset paints the sky in hues of orange and pink.

With a contented sigh, you look up at him. “Thank you for everything, Caleb” you say softly, your voice sincere. Caleb's eyes soften at your words, and a warm smile spreads across his face. He gently brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch tender and reassuring. “I love you” he whispers and closes the distance between you with a kiss.

Author’s note

hii tysm for the support on my previous story, im glad yall are enjoying my writing :)) i’ll try to drop 2-3 stories more this week! exciting stuff comin <3

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