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theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Cala-Tiddy Fan Committee
@theheartlesstid.bsky.social
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35 y/o. Unhinged 🔞 account for the Tide Herself & a pile of WIPs. Don't talk about my main. MINORS DNI

#HeartlessWIPs for the drabble. #DuMarrLore for the horny lore. #Cala-Tiddy for the spice

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theheartlesstid.bsky.social
More Shaaloani Outlaw Smut GO!
#HeartlessWIPs
Paperwork Ludo goes into the office late one night to take care of some paperwork. He pulls his chair out to sit down at his desk, and he finds Callie sitting on the floor underneath it. She showed up to tip him off about something, but someone knocks at the door. He sits down, hides her under there, while one of his deputies gives him a report of a theft nearby. Ludo's taking notes when he suddenly feels the zipper on his pants unzip. (He doesn't hear it; she's too quiet for that.) Calathea begins to suck his cock while he's getting the report. He's left speechless and turning redder by the second. The sheriff manages to keep his calm the entire time… except when Callie playfully nips his thigh. “Shit!” The charcoal pencil streaks across the paper, a thick black line right through the middle. The Dustwatch deputy raises an eyebrow. “You okay, Sheriff?” “Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a leg cramp, is all…” He stamps and nudges Callie hard with his foot, who's trying not to giggle and blow her cover. “Maybe you should get up and stretch your legs.” “NO! Uh, I mean, no, I'm fine. I'd rather finish this up first.”
August 17, 2025 at 10:33 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Ludo said "toxic Shaaloani Outlaw AU today" and I said, "hold my beer" and I scribbled out a whole damn story in an hour.

Absolutely clotheslined by this on Freaky Friday.
Behind Bars Whenever Callie’s been caught and locked up in the cell, she never stays in for long because she'll essentially fuck her way out. She waits until it's just her and Ludo, and then she'll call for him, ask him for a drink of water. She never spills a drop, talking about how she's so thirsty. And then when he's closer, she sticks her hand into her pants and starts touching herself. Shows him the desire in her fingertips, offers to let him taste. He denies her, again and again and again, until she pulls off those tight little denim cutoffs she always wears. “Are ya sure ya don't want anythin’, Sheriff?” she teases, her ass pressed against the cold iron bars. “Yer lookin' awful parched right about now. And I'd let ya have yer fill o’ me.” Ludo snaps. He grabs a fistful of her skirt, to keep her from running off and teasing him further, and he shoves his tongue inside. His face is soon slick with her desire as he eagerly drinks her up, even licking up the droplets of fluid that slide down her thighs. He starts purring and growling as he sucks on her clit, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out. “My turn?” she asks when he pulls away, still grinning wildly even as her legs shake. “Yeah, darlin'.” He begins to unbuckle his belt. “You want it?” “Hells yes.” He presses his crotch against the cell, his cock straining against his boxers. Callie kneels down and smiles as she gingerly pulls it out. She teases him with her tongue, swirling it around the tip, letting it catch on the ridge, drawing a thin line along the shaft… Ludo snarls, a white knuckle grip on the bars, but he lets her take her time for a bit more. When he can't stand it anymore, he grabs her head and shoves it inside. She moans as she takes it in her mouth, and the vibrations in her throat rattle his good senses. He can only handle a handful of thrusts before he feels like he's too close. So he pulls away, and Calathea is left gasping and coughing from taking in so much so quickly. But she stands up, that devilish smile plastered on her face along with the bits of spittle and precum that she missed when she wiped her face. She presents herself to him once more, still drenched even though he's already tasted so much… The sheriff’s fist closes around the her skirt again. He places his cock between her legs and begins to slowly rubs himself on her. She moans so sweetly as his shaft brushes against her clit and her entrance over and over again, and Callie tries to wiggle her hips around to welcome him into the embrace of her cunt. But he just pulls tighter on her dress, and he snatches up her hand that tries to maneuver him inside. “Not so fast, darlin',” Ludo murmurs. “You been a bit of a bad girl, which means you gotta wait yer turn before you get what you want.” He smiles and pulls her tight against the bars. “Can you wait fer me to get all nice and wet fer ya?” She squeals with delight as he finally fucks her in earnest. And it's incredible: flesh slapping against flesh, juices dripping onto the dusty wooden floor, the tiny dull pain as the iron cell bars hit his skin. There'll be bruises tomorrow, he thinks, but he doesn't care. Especially when an arm lashes out and grabs his tie, yanking his face right up against the cell. Each of them takes their fistful of the other’s clothing and uses it as leverage, pulling towards each other faster and faster and faster until she shudders and cries out and grips him with that greedy little cunt of hers. He follows suit not point after, unsheathing and unloading himself on her firm ass. They hold on to each other a bit longer, using the other as their only method of keeping upright. And then they straighten, wipe themselves off, and put their clothes back on. Ludo is hit with a wave of shame, and he quickly exits to get a meal prepared for her. He comes back with the food, about to apologize for his behavior… and the cell is empty. As his his pocket with the keys. The keys are on his desk, next to a note: “Found this in your pocket while I was sucking your cock, Sheriff Lewis. Thanks for such a lovely night. If you’re ever in need of a good time, I'd be more than happy to give you a ride. Just turn in your badge, and then we can talk. XOXO, Callie” Text exchange that reads as follows: Purple: Ludo being so whipped and getting outplayed by her because he wanted that cookie. It's so funny to me Red: YES!!! Him not even noticing that she took the keys lol Purple: so good Red: mhm. When she give you the good succ Purple: post nut clarity. "Ahhh shieeet." (Sad cat cowboy emote). Swearing up a storm, throwing his hat. Rip bozo Red: HAHAHAHA Purple: she's out somewhere running away with a limp :3c (Reacted to with a 💯)
August 15, 2025 at 7:31 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Still in the rough draft phase but I'm cackling like an idiot over the phrase "cum water"

Like girl what the fuck is wrong with you 😂
#HeartlessWIPs
Cal freaking out and him telling her that he banged his neck on the tub when she slipped, her fretting while he was like, "I didn't want to stop, not when you were so close… Did I do alright? 🥺” as she heals him. She cups his cheeks and peppers his face with kisses. “You did an amazing job, Ludo,” she says, and his eyes sparkle under her praise. “But I think we both need a good cleaning at this point. Especially if we've both been either sitting in or up to our shins in cum water.” She gestures to the showers nearby. “Is it alright if I borrow your soap?”
August 14, 2025 at 10:35 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Sorry to anyone who misses my WoLGraha stories.

...Except not really because I absolutely love writing these two. I know CalRaha is more popular with folks, but man... CaLudo is so cute...

If the Scions didn't know they were fucking, they CERTAINLY do now.
#HeartlessWIPs
Sorry, I should do alt text but.... I'm so tired....
August 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
She can't keep getting away with this. #HeartlessWIPs

(First two pics are from a CalRaha fic that I've set aside for now. The third is from a CaLudo piece I'm working on.)
Except from an unfinished piece. The text reads: Applied Study Part 1: Experimentation G'raha Tia is dying. He struggles to breathe, each one shallower and more difficult than the last. His airways are being obscured, muffled, cut off. Panic starts creeping in at the edges, his instincts scrambling for a path to survival as his oxygen reserves deplete within his body. He's being smothered alive. And yet… She has her fingers entangled in his hair. His ears flicker as they brush the smooth, powerful legs resting on his shoulders. And although the heel digging into his spine is painful, it is physical confirmation that he is right where she wants him to be. He is on his knees before her: an act of devotion, of service. And service her he does, as she pulls him deeper and deeper still. His lungs are screaming, begging him to break away, to breathe, to be sensible. But the sensible action is not always the right one, and he intends to do right by her. A poor guest he would make if he let this meal - so dutifully and beautifully prepared just for him - grow cold. If this is destined to be his end, he would welcome it with open arms and face buried between her legs. Excerpt from an unfinished piece. The text reads: “Rule 1.) Be dutiful in your actions. Dedicate yourself wholly to the task at hand.” She relaxes her grip momentarily, allowing him to break free. Instinct pulls him away with a wet smack. He's gasping, reeling, gulping down lungfuls of the precious air he'd denied himself for the sake of her pleasure. Her fluids smear across his face as he leans against her thigh, trying to catch his breath. It is an intimate vantage point, a breathtaking one, he thinks, resting like this. The firm planes of her torso, the curvature of her incredible legs, the…more intimate spaces of her that had been the focus of his ministrations up to this point. He smiles when he sees a triangular red mark on her, on the thigh. Where she had pressed into his crystalline cheek while she locked him in place. Proof that she was enjoying herself. He wants to trace it, kiss it, feel it for himself so that it can be made all the more real. But a gentle motion draws his attention upward. Calathea had propped herself up on her elbows, jostling the mattress slightly. Her half-lidded eyes are fixed on him as she sits up, panting heavily. He takes a moment to appreciate the rise and fall of her chest, partially covered as it is by the blanket he'd draped over her (and barely holding on to her by a thread). She is a vision, radiant as the sun, and he would be content to lay his head in her lap and bask in her light forever. She pouts, nudging the side of his head with her knee, dragging him out of his reverie. “You stopped,” she whines, the blanket finally falling from her shoulders. “Why?” “Because I was unfortunately suffocating,” he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the mess she'd made. Rough outline of an ongoing CaLudo piece. The text reads: She shudders against his mouth, the sounds of her delight crescendoing until she fears that her neighbor will complain tomorrow. Her legs go slack in the aftermath of her climax. Calathea feels him gasp and sigh in relief, and then she grabs his hair and pulls him in again. He muffles a complaint, but she doesn't stop. “Two taps, remember?” she pants. Cal begins to grind against his tongue again, crying out because she's still so sensitive from her first orgasm, but she only picks up the pace as his words are suppressed by his tongue pressed against her dripping wet And then she hears a quick thump thump! behind her as his heels hit the floor. She pulls away, chuckling as he gulps down lungfuls of precious air. “Wh-why did you keep going?!” “Because you didn't tell me to stop.” “…What?” (Face softens, pleadingly, and it's cute to see Fray go 🥺) “You never told me to stop, Ludo. So I kept going.” She smiles down at him so sweetly, strokes his hair and wipes off his face. She beams at him, because he's so cute whenever he makes these little discoveries. “You may be the one that's tied up, but I'm the one who's listening to you. My level of control depends on you, and how much you want me to be in charge. I’ll free you whenever you like.” She slides a hand underneath him, hooks a finger in the knot as she kisses his brow. “All you have to do is say the word. Would you like me to untie you, Ludo?”
July 26, 2025 at 8:36 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
"Show me love..."

Found a fun reference photo, so I made Caludo spice. (plus CalaMiddy) I just love how soft it looks
July 17, 2025 at 1:23 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
I actually teared up after writing this. Sweet heat, my beloved... #HeartlessWIPs
“Don't be afraid to touch me, Ludo. I want you to touch me. Please…” His eyes flutter open, and he finally sees the way she looks at him. And gods, she really does think he’s her salvation, doesn’t she? With those pleading eyes that sparkle like the ocean’s waves, she begs him for his aid. Drown with me, touch me, save me, heal me. Ludo’s hand slides up her thigh, up her torso, up the valley between her breasts as he places it on her cheek.
July 14, 2025 at 3:45 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Tests from something I made a while ago that I still love. Their eyes ALWAYS DO THAT, IT'S NOT FAIR

#CaLudo eye sparkles... Love it
Ludo looking up at Calathea adoringly Calathea looking down at Ludo with love
July 9, 2025 at 2:52 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Wrote a spicy Modern AU CaLudo dream last week and DAMN... Pretty proud of this one.
Rain Calathea has a dream about being at the bar one night, and it starts raining. She left her umbrella, but Ludo has one at the ready, and offers to take her home. (Why he doesn't offer to drive her is a mystery that only dream logic can answer, I suppose.) They walk the four blocks, arm in arm, sharing this massive umbrella, laughing and joking about everything and nothing as the rain patters on the vinyl fabric above them. They get to her house, all the way up to her front porch, but more tiny rain clouds have nestled themselves inside the eaves of her porch. Cal panics, and she unlocks the door as quickly as she can to get them both out of the rain. The door swings open, and, sure enough, the clouds have managed to find a way into her house, too. She goes into hysterics at this sudden infestation, and she starts grabbing towels to try and halt the spread of water, but Ludo stops her. He wraps his arm around her and says, “Easy, darlin'... There ain't nothin’ you can do about it now. Everything's soaked through, even the towels.” He sets the umbrella down, letting the rain in as he cups her cheeks. “Ain't no point in tryin’ to stop it anymore. Yer fightin' a losin’ battle, and you know it.” He smiles so sweetly at her as they stand in the giant puddle her house has become, and then he tilts her head up and kisses her. The water starts to come down in sheets, drenching their clothes and plastering their hair to their faces and necks as the kiss deepens. Her tongue chases his, desperate to share the warmth of their mouths as everything else is soon washed away. Her lack of bra is soon made apparent as her cold, wet shirt sticks to her skin, but her dear friend is already working on a solution as his hand slides up her shirt. He delicately palms her breast, letting the warm, rough skin drag lightly over her nipple, and she moans in delight. The water is up to their ankles now as he pulls his own shirt off, revealing a broad chest covered with hair. He picks her up, letting her wrap her legs around him as he supports her thighs and continues to kiss her mouth and neck and chest. She's molded herself to him now, and she begs him to shape her further. Smallclothes are quickly tugged aside, and she feels something large and firm and hot nudge against her entrance just before they tumble down into the water. And with a splash, she wakes up. The storm rages on outside, the rain lashing against the window of her dry house, but Calathea is still quite soaked.
April 27, 2025 at 9:43 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Had some time to pose some pretty #Cala-Tiddy today :3c
April 12, 2025 at 6:55 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Sometimes you gotta rebuild a pose from scratch because the OG pose did unholy things with the elbows.
April 9, 2025 at 1:45 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Going through my drabble file and Jesus CHRIST I was going through something when I was writing this
Worship She feels the heavy thrumming of his love within her, throughout her pelvis, full of the vigorous admiration he holds for her and her alone. He's always lifting her up for the world to see, even though he is the hero they cherish the most. Because she is their hero’s hero, the one he says he owes his life to. The woman he holds in the highest regard. He's placed her upon his pedestal, again and again, and gods, if this is what worship feels like… With prayers of her name on his lips and his offerings buried deep between her legs and his tithes dripping out down her thighs… She would be his goddess any time he wishes.
March 31, 2025 at 8:39 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Writing Modern AU CaLudo as delicious slow burn for people in their late 30s is just so tasty. Getting drunk in a bar and picking out photos for a business card? Cute...
This one is my favorite Then why'd yer eyes go ta this one first?” He taps the photo with his shirt open. Cal panics, but she recovers. She already knows why that one wouldn't work. “Because it's too sexy, Ludo. The composition o’ that one is great, but th’problem is that yer shirt button popped open, and i’s a bit more revealin’ than what ye want fer a business card.” She lifts the one she'd suggested. “This one’s still pretty fuckin' sexy, but it's not overtly sexy. It's subtle, because ye en’t got yer tits half hangin' out.” “I swear I wasn' goin’ fer sexy…” And then, without thinking, she blurts out, “Ye can't help it, Ludo. You always look good.” His eyebrows shoot up. Calathea's brain catches up with her mouth, and her face turns beet red. But Ludo just smiles and laughs. “You think I look good? Damn, thank ya darlin', that's the nicest thing anyone's said ta me in a long time.” He swirls his drink, watching the ice clink around in the glass with a smile. “Ya know, you ain't so bad yerself, Callie,” he says as he peeks up at her through lovely auburn eyelashes, like a beautiful blue lake hidden among the trees of a forest. “I'd say yer prolly the sexiest person tha's ever come into my bar.” Cal returns the grin, her head bubbling pleasantly from the liquor and the compliment. “I am?” she asks. “Out of everyone tha’s ever vis’ted?” Cal returns the grin, her head bubbling pleasantly from the liquor and the compliment. “I am?” she asks. “Out of everyone tha’s ever vis’ted?” He nods. “Sure are. I mean, jus’ look at ya: nice figure, great legs, cute face… yer always dolled up so pretty when ya stop by, an’ even if you ain', yer still cute as a button.” His hand settles on her shoulder, ever so gently, and he massages it with his thumb. “It’s a nice change o’ pace from th’ ol’ timers that stumble in an’ out ever’ day.” She barely registers the last bit, as she's a little preoccupied with the way his calluses brush her skin. “Th-thanks,” she mumbles shyly, leaning into his touch. “Yer welcome, Callie. But I sh’d be thankin’ you fer these. This is real nice, what yer doin’ fer me.” His eyes twinkle in the lamplight. “I know this is s’posed ta be a present an’ all, but I owe ya one fer this. If there's anythin’ ya need or want from me, you jus’ let me know, ‘kay?” His hand leaves her shoulder, but only so that he can lean in closer, their arms brushing against each other. Calathea smiles. “…Anything, Ludo?” she asks as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Scared of what he might say, but she has to know. Ludo tilts his head, and it's as if she's staring right into the photograph she'd taken. Except much redder. “Anythin', Darlin',” he rumbles, and he downs the rest of his drink. His vibrations jostle her own arm as his purring grows, warping even the sigh he makes.
March 15, 2025 at 1:26 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Spicy is so great to work with! If you have the spare $$, I cannot recommend her enough! Just look at the piece she did for me!! 😍
A digital colored drawing of G'raha Tia, a red haired Miqo'te with a tattoo on his arm, in bed with Calathea, a blonde haired, blue-eyed Hyur woman. He's leaning over her, holding her hand like he's about to kiss it, and they're looking at each other so lovingly... It's so pretty...
March 11, 2025 at 10:07 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Tweaked up a bit of spice I'd been working on in the past. We can let Cal get a little territorial, as a treat.
#HeartlessWIPs
A screenshot of a few passages. It says: She applies the lipstick. “Well?” she asks. “What do you think?” “I think it looks really nice on you.” “Thank you. You picked out a lovely color.” There's a glint of mischief in her eyes as she says, “I can't help but wonder, though… do you think it would look good on you?” And she kisses him. No, wait. “Kiss” is not truly accurate, though that is the action she takes. She marks him with his gift to her, proof of her claim on his heart drawn in brilliant crimson. Crimson on his cheeks, crimson on his forehead. On his nose and his neck and his lips. Crimson on his chest, on his shoulders and his stomach. On his thighs. On his buttocks. On his- Ah. Yes. On his tip. On the base. All along the shaft in thick red streaks as she claims that, too. She claims even more of him as he climaxes inside of her beautifully painted mouth. Every last drop, she makes it hers, another gift he willingly gives to her. Another gift she adores.
March 8, 2025 at 4:06 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Trying out poses for a thing. They cute.
February 19, 2025 at 8:21 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
I am chewing on the bars of my enclosure. I am NOT OKAY.
#Cala-tiddy because I'm sick
Calathea oh mah god
February 17, 2025 at 2:36 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
I CAN BREATHE AGAIN HALLELUJAH
MISS CALATHEA
February 17, 2025 at 2:16 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Ahhhh yes, I can breathe again. Have some fresh #Cala-tiddy.
pinup of Cal on the desk
February 17, 2025 at 1:52 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
At least I have a little on my drive. 🙏
Pinup Gpose of Cal
February 16, 2025 at 9:48 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Sounds like it is hehe :3c
Person looking at their computer. They're surrounded by hearts and blushing
February 16, 2025 at 7:01 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Hey? Hey Catboys? Why are your hands LIKE THAT??? WHAT THE FUCK
Catboy's got his hands around her waist and they're almost touching. WHY ARE THEY LIKE THAT. WHY.
February 10, 2025 at 3:25 AM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Sometimes you get inspired by a phrase that your pal puts forth and you find the tie-in you've been looking for.
#HeartlessWIPs
Love, the fire burning everything else away but that one emotion. For his desire, his hunger, it's all borne out of love for her. He loves her so much that it bleeds into everything else, staining everything with the shimmering gold of her hair and the soft red of her lips and the brilliant cerulean blue of her eyes. Every color he sees, every sound he hears, every smell, every taste, every touch: it all comes back to her in this one beautiful, blissful moment as he reaches his climax.
February 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
And when I say, "filthy," I fucking MEAN it. Gentle giant going into an absolutely feral heat for his small dragon-apected girlfriend? We love to see it.
His seed began to spill out. All of those little gifts he'd given to Calathea, his beautiful Calathea, every drop of his desire for her, about to be wasted on the floor. Something raw and feral rose up in his heart. An all-encompassing and resounding NO, because that would not do. She must take all of it, all of him. He has to give it back. He shoved her legs back, folding her nearly in half with firm hands pressed down on her thighs. And a vicious growl formed in his throat as he clamped his mouth over that gorgeous slit of hers, gorging himself on the delicious cocktail that they'd crafted together. She'd cried out at that: a beautiful jumble of sounds that slipped past her lips as his tongue pressed those purrs directly onto her clitoris. The rumbling in his chest and throat grew even stronger when he took himself in his oil-coated hand. It soothed the friction greatly, but the slickened pressure of his hand on his cock only stoked the flames higher and higher. Ludo’s chest burned as he sucked, her head thrashing from a pleasure so intense that it was unbearable, almost painful. “Fuck, wait— gods Ludo wait please- it's too much, I can't-” she’d stuttered. And, for a blessing, he pulled away with a thick, wet pop. Before Calathea could sigh in relief, his lips crashed into hers. He kissed her with a ferociousness that would put even the dragons to shame, growling like a wild beast as he tried to wedge his tongue inside. She opened her mouth, obedient and eager for all that he would give her, and she greedily devoured his spend a second time. They savored the taste of their sex intermingling across their tongues, but Ludo still hungered for a more substantial meal. And there she was, lying beneath him on this makeshift table, woefully unprepared.
February 1, 2025 at 3:55 PM
theheartlesstid.bsky.social
Was hungry for a little #Cala-Tiddy this morning. :3c
(suggestive, no nudity)
January 29, 2025 at 2:20 PM