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Neon Steam

Sylus x Reader

A new nightclub has opened up, and Tara drags you along for a fun-filled night. What you weren’t expecting was to run into Sylus there…

Sex is not described but heavily implied, so as a result;

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

Fully recommend listening to Young Medicine- Winter Soldier for this one, it’s the reason this fic happened lol

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“Lets go dance!” Tara’s enthusiastic jumping did wonders to dispel the tension you felt about being in such a crowded place. Clubbing wasn’t really your thing, but Nightshade had just opened, and Tara wanted to check it out.

And that’s how you found yourself in the middle of the dance floor, people on every side of you, and tiny little Tara twirling in front of you while laughing. You let yourself feel the beat of the bassy electronic music, closing your eyes to the flashing neon lights and the fog-clouded lasers. You let yourself be lost to the crush, feeling the stress flowing from you with every beat drop.

A few songs in, Tara found herself a new dance partner of the male variety. You tried not to feel hurt at her abandonment, forcing your smile to relax as she turned to dance with him. She made sure to stay close, and even her partner had a mind to keep an eye on you. Others tried cutting into the space between you and her, but whoever you couldn’t sidestep, he managed to do so for your sake. All to keep you in close proximity of Tara, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this stranger.

A prickle of awareness came to you when a synth-filled song began. It was slower than the pounding bass of the previous songs, but something about it still made your heart thunder. Or maybe that was the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. People around you turned to glare when you stopped dancing, but you ignored them while turning in a circle, trying to find the source of this sudden awareness.

And then there he was. Towards the back of the club, standing and leaning against the bar in his riding leathers. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew Sylus’s gaze lingered on you. He brought his glass to his mouth, tossing back the shot without looking away. When he pushed off the bar and began making his way towards you, the crowd parted around him. It was as if they could feel the dangerous aura he exuded, an aura you’d once fell victim to when you first met him. An aura that now sent a thrill through you whenever you were in close proximity to him.

You heard Tara call for you, somewhere at the edge of your consciousness. Calling you back to her, confused and concerned by your sudden distraction. And yet, you continued forward, your eyes locked to his. Following his every move like a moth to a flame. Electricity crackled between you when you were finally within arm’s reach. That same electricity sizzling through you when his hand landed on your waist, pulling you close. Your hands flattened against his chest, sliding up to rest at the nape of his neck while he drew you into a sensuous swaying dance. Heat poured into you from him, from every point that your bodies touched. Focused on him, the crowd around you all but disappeared, just blending into the background with the metal synth mix of the music thrumming through your blood.

You were all too aware of how close his face hovered over yours, how his lips were just out of reach. Of how all you had to do was lift onto your toes and those damned cupid’s bow lips would be yours. When you forced your gaze away from his mouth for the millionth time, you found his eyes still locked on you. Those crimson pools, half lidded in a sultry stare that sent a bolt of desire straight to your core. It was all you could do not to climb him like a tree in the middle of the club.

Instead, you distracted yourself by moving one of your hands, bringing it around to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes, turning his face into your touch. Heat seared through you, settling across your face as a blush. You were glad that the club was dark, save for the neon streams that flashed across the crowd, else you’d be lit up like a beacon from the inappropriate thoughts rolling through your head.

His lips found the palm of your hand, and then your wrist. Even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn’t, as his gloved hand came up to grasp yours, to keep it in place while he drifted kisses across your exposed skin. Nothing could distract you from zeroing in on the motion, could make you tear your eyes away from the way he nuzzled into your hand, not even your phone buzzing in your pocket every few seconds.

He was intoxicating. Or maybe that was earlier’s cocktails catching up to you…ah, no, it was definitely him. The way his full attention was on you, the way his body moved to the beat against yours, his breath fanning across your wrist. You drew in a shaky breath, the sound drawing Sylus’s attention. His gaze snapped back to yours, and for a beat you both stood still, staring. Questions briefly drifted through your mind, thoughts like why are you here, or how did you know I was here. But words were lost to you the moment you saw his eyes flick to your lips and back.

If this moment were in a film, you would have laughed at how cliché it was that the two main characters kissed the moment the music reached a crescendo. But you supposed that made you and Sylus cliché, since that’s exactly what happened. An explosion of sounds and sensations pulsed all around and inside you the moment his lips found yours.

It was a testing kind of kiss, unhurried and chaste. At least, that’s what it started out as. He pulled back barely an inch, and the expression he wore told you that he was just as intoxicated as you were- and not by the whiskey you tasted on his lips, either. With a groan you could barely hear over the din of the club, he crashed his mouth back into yours. Hunger and desire poured from him, drowning you in his very essence. The hand that cupped his cheek slipped upward, clinging to the nape of his neck. Your fingers filtered into his silky hair, tickled by the fine silvery strands.

Completely disregarding the crush, and the public nature of your display, he coaxed you open so he could tangle his tongue with yours. He devoured you, right there on the dance floor with writhing bodies swirling around you, and you were lost to him. Nothing else mattered except the man that held you tightly in his embrace. The two of you had danced around your attraction to each other for months leading up to this point, and you could almost taste the primal craving from him. It was wholly unplanned, but you knew you wouldn’t be going home alone. Even if it meant dragging Sylus- who was nearly two heads taller than you, and far bulkier- into your bed. Judging by the way his body pressed against yours, though, he was far from unwilling.

The spell was broken when a stray elbow collided with Sylus’s arm, knocking him into you. He steadied your stumbled step, circling his arms around your waist completely and sweeping you to the side. The elbow’s owner slurred a drunken apology before returning to their hapless twirling. Sylus turned his quirked brow to you, amusement dancing in his eyes with an unvoiced question. Electric tension still crackled between you, but the sudden reminder of where you were settled in with a dose of panic. The subtle clench of your jaw didn’t go unnoticed, and Sylus began to silently lead you from the dance floor. You took that moment to shoot Tara a text, not registering the messages she sent in the group chat with other friends from work.

I’m gonna head out, I’ll text you when I get home!

But you’d forget to text her, for a long while after leaving the club. The duration of the ride home on the back of Sylus’s monster of a bike, you were incapable of keeping your hands to yourself. You could feel his evol coiling around your wrists, tightening every time you made a deliberate pass at his groin. Adrenaline coursed through you, both from the ride and the game of cat-and-mouse you played with him.

And when you got home, none of the hunger he exhibited at Nightshade had abated. He devoured you the moment your door closed behind him, and you fell into him with equal fervor. Clothing was shed every step to your room while hands and mouths explored. You clung to him while he sent you to soaring heights, bodies colliding desperately with a cacophony of raised voices.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning when you finally thought to check your messages. Sylus lay behind you, crushing you to him while he snored softly against the back of your neck. You had been on the verge of following him into the realm of sleep, but that niggling guilt at forgetting about Tara roused you just enough to pick up your phone from the side table.

You opened the group chat to Tara, Simone, and two other women from the office shouting about you leaving with ‘some hottie’. When you scrolled up, you found that Tara had sent a handful of candid photos of you with Sylus amidst the crowd.

With your back to the camera, the photos showcased the expression that Sylus wore as he looked down at you. Hunger, adoration, and everything in between somehow showed in every micro-expression between each photo. And, damn, that kiss. Tara somehow framed it perfectly despite the crush, and you couldn’t help but to save it to your phone. Something inside you bloomed, a warm fuzzy feeling, and you snuggled further back into the warmth radiating from Sylus.

With a surge of boldness, you opened your front camera and snapped a quick photo. You made sure Sylus’s face was hidden, instead only showing your smile downward, with his sculpted arms wrapped tightly around your blanket-covered torso. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you sent the photo to the group chat and added a message that you knew would fuel the gossip fire.

Hey guys, sorry, got a little distracted with Skye. But I did make it home safe! See you Monday~

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Close Proximity

Sylus x Reader

Movie night turned into a…. rather steamy encounter

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

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It was finally the weekend. The work week had been grueling, but satisfying. Missions were successful, and even the paperwork side of things had gone smoothly.

But you were still glad to be tucked in front of Sylus on his wide sofa, a movie playing on his home theater system that you were barely paying attention to. You were far too aware of him, of how his bulk dwarfed you, how his heat sunk into you, while stretched out behind you. And his fingers stroking from shoulder to wrist and back up with feather-light touches was enough to drive you to distraction. You had a feeling that if you were to turn your head, you’d catch him watching you and your reactions rather than the film that you were also ignoring.

Oh. OH.

His hand transferred to your hip, fingers brushing against the sliver of skin that was exposed there between the waistband of your shorts, and the bottom hem of your tank top. His fingers traveled up your side, sneaking underneath your shirt until his hand rested fully against your ribs. Now you knew for sure that he was teasing you on purpose. You found yourself holding your breath and then releasing it in shaky bursts.

“Keep squirming like that, Kitten,” he purred, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned over you. “And you can forget about the movie.”

You didn’t even realize that you’d been squirming. But now that he mentioned it, you became very aware of everywhere that your body touched his. Your back against his chest, legs intertwined with his, and your ass against his- a mad blush spread across your face when you felt the hard length of him pressing against you from behind.

His breath left him in a rushing sigh, fanning against your neck, as you dared to press further back into him. The grip he had on your torso tightened ever so slightly, and his hips rocked forward. You definitely weren’t the only one affected by the close proximity and, fuck, you wanted him. Badly.

Turning your face towards him, you only had a brief glimpse of a smirk before he leaned in and slanted his lips over yours. It didn’t take much coaxing for you to open to him, allowing for his tongue to dive in and tangle with yours. While swallowing his quiet moans like a lifeline, your hand came up to tangle in the silky strands of his hair. His large hand splayed over your lower abdomen, pulling you closer to him and holding you against him. The pressure against your lower belly and pelvis made something coil inside you, and a throbbing ache ignited in your core.

Then his hand continued traveling down, down, until it slipped beneath the waistband of not only your shorts, but your underwear as well. Those beautifully deft fingers of his stroked you, circling your clit in a torturously slow caress. Now it was your turn to moan into him, gripping his arm. He kept you caged against him, moaning and squirming while he just quietly absorbed your reactions to his touch. His lips hovered over yours, tantalizing and teasing, drinking in any of the sounds you offered him. He circled faster, and you bucked against his hand while the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. You rapidly approached the edge, only for him to stop. You huffed a complaint, to which he chuckled and kissed you again. Hard.

His hand never left you, though, and instead ventured further. Thumb pressed against your clit, he hooked a finger into you. You gasped into him, digging your nails into his arm. He chuckled again, adding a second finger to stretch you while his thumb continued to build your pleasure by circling that bundle of nerves.

“So wet for me, Kitten,” he purred against your lips.

“S-Sy..lus,” you moan, his name broken by a sharp inhale.

“Hmm?” He chuckled. “Are you gonna cum for me, Kitten?”

And that was enough. You buried your face in the couch, muffling your cries as your body jerked against his hand. He held fast to you while you rode his grip, his lips latching onto your thundering pulse. Even after the thrumming of your inner walls ceased, he still kept his grip on you. It wasn’t until you unburied your face and slumped back against him that he released you. He kept his eyes on you, locked to yours, as he removed his hand from your shorts and brought his fingers up to taste you. He moaned in a self-satisfied way. The sight, sounds, and even the feel of him was enough to ensure your arousal remained stoked.

You let your hand stray behind you, half turning so that you could cup him through the sweatpants he wore. You almost didn’t hear the soft curse he uttered, but you didn’t miss the way his hips pressed forward. With a cheeky grin, you stroked him through the fabric to watch him huff and groan. Until he had enough, until he had you pressed into the sofa on your stomach, straddling your legs with his cock straining in his pants against the back of your thighs. He was bent low over you, caging your hands with his.

“Don’t tempt me anymore than you already have, Kitten,” he growled into your ear. The position and his warning just made you want him, need him, all the more, pounding into you ruthlessly. Something primal ignited in you and you rolled your hips back and up.

“Is that a threat, Sylus?” You purr to him, turning your head to look up at him with what you hoped was a sultry gaze. Whatever look you gave him was successful, as his hips dipped down and the bulge housing his cock pressed hard into you.

“A promise,” he ground out, removing himself from you only enough to slide your shorts and underwear down to your knees with one swift motion. He took a pillow from the end of the couch, wedging it underneath your hips to lift your pelvis. With this done, he freed his cock from its prison and settled back against you. He was large and imposing, resting against the seam of your thighs, and you briefly wondered how he would even fit.

You didn’t have long to wait, as he shifted his hips forward. You sucked in a breath as he penetrated, his entry eased by the slickness of your folds. He made sure to go slow, stopping every so often for you to get accustomed to his girth. He trembled with the effort of restraint, his hot breath fanning across the back of your neck in shaky bursts.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. You hadn’t even realized you were clenching him, impeding that forward progress you so desperately wanted. So you obeyed, and he sunk into you easily, with a guttural moan that you felt vibrate through your back.

“Good girl,” he growled, rocking his hips back and plunging forward again. He set a slow pace, panting and moaning in your ear with every thrust. You could feel the drag of him against your inner walls, the delicious push and pull coiling tight in your belly. You gripped at his fingers, which were laced through yours, while his palms rested on the backs of your hands.

“Sylus,” you whine, lifting your hips, willing him to go deeper. With the way his thighs caged yours between them, it was near impossible for him to fully sheath himself in you. Oh, but the pressure, the way his cock dug into you, the sounds he made from being squeezed with every forward plunge. Pleasure rapidly built between both of you, and you squirmed beneath him. He released another guttural moan, pausing briefly before ripping himself from you. The pulsing that’d begun inside you went unappeased, brought right to the edge before being yanked back from it. His breath was heavy against your neck, broken only by lingering kisses. He’d edged even himself, removing himself from the temptation so that he could give you what you really wanted.

And, oh, did he ever.

In a sudden rush of motion, he wrapped an arm underneath you, tugging your pelvis upward and slipping your shorts the rest of the way off so he could settle between your legs. Spread to him now, he slammed into you with a grunt, right to the hilt. He filled you so completely that you were driven right to the edge again almost instantly. He pistoned into you at a punishing pace, plunging so deep into you that you didn’t know where you ended and he began. Your voice rang out into the room, drowning out whatever dramatic dialogue was playing on the TV still. His voice joined yours, grunting moans punctuated by the sounds of his body colliding with yours. His arm held you to him, rendering you incapable of escaping the pleasure rising in you even if you wanted to, all while his chest pressed you into the sofa beneath you. He nuzzled his face against the back of your neck, feeding those obscene sounds of his right into your ear.

Frenzied, carnal, primal, even bordering on desperate. Those were the only words you could think to describe the way he fucked you. Not that you could think much to begin with, lost as you were to every bombardment of sensation and stimulation. You felt like your body would burst at any moment, like you would fall and never be able to climb out of the pit of unbridled pleasure. All you could do was cry out his name in chanting moans while he rutted into your oh so willing cunt, thrusting violently with a slam of his hips against your ass.

“S-Sy-!” Your cry was more a shout, and if anyone else were home, they’d most definitely know what was transpiring in this room.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Come with me, Kitten.”

Obeying his command of its own volition, your body began to thrum, jerk, squirm. You wanted to escape from the force of the pleasure that steamrolled you, yet you also couldn’t get enough of it. Sylus held you pinned beneath him, and to make matters worse he just kept going while you shattered around him. Your body milked what he hadn’t yet given, and your cries escalated to pleasured screams muffled by the cushions below you as you turned your face into them. It was never-ending, this cascade of intense stimulation, made all the more potent by his cock continuously ramming into you at a punishing pace. You dug your nails into him, wherever you could reach as your body thrashed below him. That fluttering pulse of your walls just wouldn’t stop, even when he thrust deep into you one final time. The twitch of his cock spilling into you, the guttural cries in your ear, the weight of him crushing you into the cushions- all of it only seemed to throw you into another spiraling release.

It felt like ages before that burning coil relinquished its hold on you, and all you had to contend with was the thundering of your heart and gulping in lungfuls air. You’d never had such a full-body climax like that before, and you didn’t know how you’d ever be able to recover from it. Sylus peppered kisses on any span of skin that his lips could reach, still laying atop you while he fought through the haze of pleasure alongside you. He shifted his weight from you, though, allowing space for you to breathe, caging your trembling shoulders with his forearms.

“Goddamn,” you groaned when you finally caught your breath.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, kissing your cheek before rolling off you with a groan of his own.

“I always thought people talking about toe-curling orgasms were just exaggerating,” you say, rolling to face him. He was back in his original position, laying sprawled on his side against the back of the wide sofa, hand propping up his head. He reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, gazing down at you with a painfully tender smile.

“I’m glad to receive such a glowing review,” he laughed, leaning in to kiss you hungrily.

“Just one question, though,” you murmur against his lips when he lets you up for air.

“Hmm?” He purrs in response.

“How in the fuck are you still..” you words trailed off as your hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, which had been nudging incessantly against your thigh. His eyes drifted closed and a moan escaped him, hips jerking into your touch.

“Kitten,” he breathed. “You already know the answer to that. My appetite is never sated when it comes to you.”

And he proved his words when he took you again and again and again. Even falling into his bed didn’t save you from his ardor, even after your body milked his for everything he had to offer, more times than you could count. He flooded you so thoroughly that you were sure you’d still leak his cum for days. Not that you wanted to be saved from him, really, not when he sent you to soaring heights with every skillful thrust of those hips that fit so nicely between your thighs.

His hunger only abated when exhaustion finally took its hold on you, and you drifted off to sleep while folded in his warm embrace.

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🍎 Clipped Wings 🍎

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The only reason why it's "unrealistic" for Raphael to be kissed in the game is because it would require him to stop talking

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Relief

Rafayel x Reader with chronic pain

I wrote this the other day after having a bad pain flare. Heat always helps, so using my heating pad made me think of Rafayel 🥺

It’s a bit of a self-insert since i have permanent damage in my shoulder from working a warehouse job

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The weather was changing. You could feel it in the way that your shoulder ached, the bone deep pain that drove you to distraction. It was an old injury, the scar from a hooked appendage of a wanderer. But every time there was atmospheric pressure changes, it rendered your arm nearly useless from the pain that radiated from your shoulder, all the way to your wrist.

You never noticed just how observant Rafayel was. His aloof attitude always made you assume that he would never notice the way your hand came up to rub your shoulder on particularly bad pain days. You never thought he’d see they way you had to stop writing your reports, toss down the pen, and just sit with the joint cupped in your hand until the pain passed enough for you to focus again.

So it was with great surprise to you that, one day, he rested his hand on your shoulder. You nearly jumped out of your skin at your desk, not expecting the sudden contact. But when you felt the heat sinking into the joint from his evol, you couldn’t help but to melt into his touch.

“I saw that your shoulder’s been bothering you for a while,” he said, kneading the joint gently. It took more effort than you cared to admit to keep the moan of contentment from escaping.

“Yeah,” you sigh, giving him a brief history of the wound and how it still affected you years later.

“You should’ve told me,” he pouted, placing both of his hands on you to dissolve the tension you carried in your neck and shoulders.

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” you say, scrunching up your face as though the very idea disgusted you. You leaned back against him, further into his touch while he shifted his focus to working at the knots in the muscles that made up the slope of your neck. He kept his touch hot using his evol to bring his fire up just below the surface of his skin. It bordered on unbearable, but it felt so good at the same time.

“You’ll never be a bother, Cutie. So please don’t hesitate to come to me for stuff like this.”

Your heart swelled with more emotion than you knew what to do with, so you just nodded in reply. His touch remained on you until you were little more than putty in his hands, after which he whisked you away from the desk and settled into a bath with you. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten, not until he was tugging you into bed with him. There he wrapped you around him until sleep took the both of you.

It was the first night in a long time that sleep was not interrupted by pain.

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Carnival of Rust

Dawnbreaker x Reader

It’s date night and…Zayne seems odd

Back on my song title bullshit lol

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

Come feed the rain,

‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love

Dancing underneath the skies of lust

Come feed the rain

‘Cause without your love my life

Ain’t nothin but this carnival of rust

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“I’ll see you when you get home.”

The warmth in Zayne’s voice hinted at a smile, and you couldn’t help your own smile when you disconnected the call. It was date night, the first opportunity for one that either of you had for a long time due to clashing schedules. You were busy, he was busy. It was just how things happened to be, but neither of you let it deter you from forming attachment.

You impatiently drove home, navigating your motorcycle through the rush hour traffic that cluttered the roads. You were grateful for the bike, as it let you squeeze into narrower spaces to thread through traffic. Zayne absolutely hated the thing, but knew better than to try and convince you to get rid of it.

It took longer to get to your neighborhood than you would’ve liked, but you knew that the macarons you were packin’ would do wonders as an apology for being late. With the bike parked, you made your way to the elevator and soon you were at your door. You could hear a soft melody coming through the door as you punched in the access code, and the smells that wafted out when you entered your condo made your mouth water.

But when you spotted Zayne leaning over the counter with the bridge of his nose pinched between his thumb and forefinger, worry seeped into you. Approaching him, you made a show of setting down your things loudly so you wouldn’t accidentally scare him. Yet, there was no reaction.

“Zayne?” You ask, putting your hand on his shoulder. He jumped and spun towards you, eyes wide. “You okay?”

He stared at you a moment before wordlessly nodding. Your brow furrowed in concern, still, as his gaze traveled around the room. It was almost like he’d never seen it before, as if he wasn’t there every time he had a night off.

And while you ate dinner, the conversation felt stilted. There was a hardness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long time, a guarded kind of look that suggested something was causing him great stress. You didn’t ask about it, though, and instead turned your focus onto distracting him from whatever was stressing him out. Every chance he had, he would reach out and brush a hand against you. It was almost a reverent kind of gesture, like he couldn’t quite believe you existed in front of him. It worried you, but you didn’t voice your concern. Instead, you moved closer to him, willing to be that anchor he needed for whatever he was dealing with silently.

After dinner, and after changing into more comfortable clothes, you sat close to him on the couch to lean affectionately against his shoulder. The movie you put on went unwatched, instead his focus was wholly on you. Studying every plane of your face with an intensity in those vibrant hazel eyes that bordered on obsession. His scrutiny made your heart thunder in your chest, and a blush settled on your cheeks when he reached out to brush a knuckle back and forth along your jaw.

You turned your attention to him finally, after admitting to yourself that you couldn’t focus on anything other than his touch. His gaze roamed over your face still, and you watched him as awe sparkled in his eyes. His deft fingers lightly traced the features of your face while his eyes followed closely; from brow, to nose, to lips.

He tilted his head a little, seemingly fascinated by the curve of your lower lip as his thumb pressed against it. He inhaled sharply when your lips parted slightly and your breath fanned over his fingers. An adorable blush spread across his face, spanning from ear to ear, when he leaned into you.

“May I?” He murmured, lips hovering so close to yours. It was strange that he asked, since you were at a point in your relationship that he knew you welcomed his kisses. Always.

But you didn’t give a verbal answer. Instead, you closed the space and rested your lips against his. It was an unhurried, testing kind of kiss. Almost as if this was a completely new experience for him, and it struck you as odd in how hesitant he was. You didn’t question his behaviour, still. Maybe it had something to do with your earlier assumption. You wouldn’t ask. Nor would you get the chance to.

He pulled back, eyes darting over your face. His breathing had gone ragged, but that didn't stop him from leaning back into you. He crushed his mouth against yours this time, desperation pouring from him. It was a devouring kind of hunger, and any concerns you had escaped you.

He loomed over you, driving you back into the sofa in which you willingly sank into. His bulk settled over you, and his mouth never left yours through the transition. His hands roamed your body, the touch somehow both demanding and gentle. His tongue darted against your lip, and plunged into your mouth the moment you opened to gasp. You moaned into him, your hands rising to cup the nape of his neck. You held him to you, lost to the sensations of him; from his hot mouth on yours, to his cool touch exploring your body, to his knee wedging between yours so he could settle his hips against yours. Even through the cotton of your comfy sleep pants and the fabric of his trousers, you could feel his cock growing rigid.

“Zayne,” you breathed when his mouth finally left yours to trail along your jaw. He was like a man starved with the way his mouth blazed against your skin. When he ran out of exposed skin, he sat up to help you yank your shirt and bra over your head. You couldn’t get the damn thing off fast enough, it felt like you would suffocate if you couldn’t have his tongue, teeth, breath on your bare skin.

You dropped your head back when he rolled his tongue around your nipple. A breathy moan escaped you, and he responded with one of his own when you gripped the back of his head. Hips ground against yours, and the friction sent a jolt of arousal through you. It settled somewhere low in your stomach, coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth against you.

It was your turn to yank his shirt off, your mouth settling on the slope of his neck. His usually quiet and reserved moans broke into louder, breathier whimpers as you latched onto him and sucked at his skin. When you finally released him, the evidence of what transpired stood out in stark contrast; purple against the pale expanse.

It was absurd how well his hips slotted against yours, and it wasn’t the first time that you wondered if he was made for you. You ground your hips against his, eliciting a guttural moan from him. A moan that was barely muffled from where his mouth pressed against your neck. He pulled back to rake his eyes down your body, his breath heaving. He traced every curve with his hand and eyes. His touch was as shaky as his breathing, trembling from restraint.

“Zayne,” you whined, lifting your hips again. He chuckled softly, grinding against you in response. The chuckle turned into a moan with the friction. You couldn’t help but to run your hands down his finely sculpted frame, eliciting a shiver from him. Down, down your hands trailed, all the while his gaze never left yours. Even when you unbuttoned his pants, his eyes never strayed. Even when your hand snuck beneath his waistband, his breath hitched, but still his gaze never left you.

Oh, but when your hand found his cock, his eyes finally drifted closed with a gasp. You stroked him from root to tip, and his hips jerked forward to follow your touch. You kept your grip on him, even as he thrust into your hand. You watched him, in awe, as he took pleasure from so simple of a touch. Now this was a Zayne you’d never experienced before, but you couldn’t find complaint in the encounter. He was utterly adorable, with the flush spread across his face and the soft sounds that escaped him with every full thrust of his hips.

Suddenly, he jerked from your grasp. His gasping breaths, shuttered moans, the way he nuzzled into your neck to cool his ardor, all suggestd just how close he came to release. It was unusual for him to nearly slip loose of his control, but damn if it didn’t turn you on more.

And then he took that a step further when his hand slipped beneath the hem of your pants and dipped his fingers into your slicked folds. You expected him to just test your readiness, but those fingers went further and further until the pair of them were buried in you just past his second knuckle. You squirmed and gasped a moan at the welcomed intrusion. He observed you, your reactions to him, as he curled those damnably elegant fingers and pressed them against that spot inside you. You dug your nails into his arm, simultaneously trying to escape from the pleasure and trying to make him give you more.

You complained when he removed his hand from you, but that complaint turned into a gasped moan when he looked you directly in the eye and stuck those fingers in his mouth to taste you. The image of his action, and the bliss that cascaded across his face would be forever etched in your imagination and be an aid on lonely nights.

He made quick work of your pants and didn’t give you a moment’s rest before he thrust into you in a single, hard stroke. Your breath hitched at the sudden fullness, but pleasure pulsed through you. A shiver zipped up his spine, escaping as a shuddering breath against your chest. When he moved, it was short but hard thrusts that ground against your innermost walls. Each collision of your bodies was punctuated by a soft grunting groan from him, while you released breathless whimpers. You spread yourself as wide as the limited space of the sofa would allow, enticing him to go as deep as possible. Your arms were wrapped around him, clinging to him as his hips snapped forward.

Zayne snaked an arm under your hips, lifting you so that he could slam into you. Desperate and frenzied were the only words you could use to describe how he drove into you. He nuzzled his face against your neck, and every soft sound he made was right there in your ear, adding to that pleasure coiling low in your belly. It was wholly different than other times you were intimate with him, but fuck it was incredible. All you could do was hold onto him tightly as he pistoned in and out of you. The lewd sounds of his body colliding with yours rose to join the cacophony of pleasured moans erupting from both of you. He was no longer quiet and reserved, his voice nearly as loud as your own. A whole new side to him, but you couldn’t complain, not when you were spread beneath him while he thoroughly fucked you.

”I-I’m-“ he groaned, unable to finish his thought.

“Yes,” you breathe, digging your nails into his shoulders. You could feel it in the way his hips faltered, in the way his breathing changed, the way he gripped you harder. He was close, and he was right where you wanted him.

“In?” Was all he could manage.

”Fuck. Yes,” you pant, taking him as deep as he could go. With a guttural cry, he jerked his hips forward, sinking into you so impossibly deep. The pulsing twitch of his cock inside you threw you over the edge with him, and your body milked him for everything he had to give. His name fell from your lips in a breathless chant until the climax released its hold on you and you slumped beneath him. He kissed you, then, lazy and unhurried.

He relaxed atop you, and you welcomed his weight pushing you into the cushions. The soft brush of his fingers across your cheek, the tenderness in his eyes, the loving smile. Your heart swelled looking at him and you lifted your mouth to his again.

”I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he murmured against your lips.

”You didn’t, not at all,” you said, cupping his face in your hands. It wasn’t that you needed to force him to look at you, but you wanted him to feel the sincerity in your words. Whatever was going on in his head, whatever worry that had plagued him, seemed to melt away at your words and your touch.

He kissed you again before sitting up, pulling you with him. Every step to the shower was delayed by his need to slant his lips over yours, until finally both of you stood beneath the spray. He didn’t let any surface of your body go untouched, whether by his hands or his mouth. He took you over and over again, each time more sweeter than the last until you fell into bed with him, exhausted and incredibly satiated. He gathered you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head and murmuring a soft “goodnight” to you before you slipped under.

***

Meanwhile, in another plane of time, he awoke with a start.

He was known only as Dawnbreaker here, but when she called out to him he was Zayne. And when she lay writhing beneath him that night, she moaned his name so, so sweetly. He could still feel how her hands felt on his skin, could still taste her, smell her. And fuck, he could still feel the heat of her wrapped around his softening cock.

Dawnbreaker rubbed his face, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him before despair settled into him like needles in his senses. It wasn’t the first time he felt jealous over this other, over Zayne. But with the mess he made spread across his bare stomach and chest, he couldn’t help the envious feeling that held onto his heart like a vice grip. Zayne welcomed her into his embrace and fell into bed with her, while Dawnbreaker was left with a whisper of sensation, snippets of images and sounds. He didn’t know how it happened, how he gained control of Zayne, but he was grateful for the brief moment he was granted before the good doctor kicked him out.

However, all it did was make him greedy. He wanted more.

[himbodruid]

Nightmares

Rafayel x Reader

You awake from a nightmare and seek comfort from Rafayel

CW/TW: mentions of blood, body horror?

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How did everything go so wrong.

Flashes of light, echoing sounds, wafting smells. It was enough to make you nauseous. The wanderers were swarming and it was never ending. Your guns were ripped from your hands, and the claymore lay at your feet in pieces. And still the surge never stopped.

An intense pain split your chest, making you falter. Looking down, a sickle-like appendage erupted from your body, coated in your blood and viscera. It was over. Everything you fought for was for naught. Your vision blurred and you began the slow descent to the blood-soaked ground and…

You awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. The searing pain in your chest quickly changed to a dull ache once you gained your bearing. The domed glass ceiling perfectly framed the full moon, and the soft silk of the sheets beneath you helped to ground you in this reality.

A nightmare. It had just been a nightmare.

You were glad it wasn’t such a common occurrence anymore. When you went on your first few missions to fight wanderers, the fear you locked away surfaced in your sleep the very same night. But it had been some time since then, and a few months since your last nightmare of a similar vein. This time, though, you were in Rafayel’s bed instead of alone in your own.

You focused on the events from the previous evening to help anchor your mind. The dinner you had, and then the intimacy shared after. Anything to calm your thundering heart and to ease the anxiety. You reached over, expecting Rafayel to still be asleep beside you, but you found the space empty and the sheets cool to the touch. You tried to swallow down the disappointment, but it still left a bitter taste in the back of your throat. You sat up and pushed your hair out of your face, looking across the room to where you knew the bathroom to be. The light was off, so you turned your attention to the door instead. It was dim, but you could see a faint light coming from the cracked door. Oh! The studio. Of course. Rafayel was known to bow to the whims of late night inspiration, so you felt foolish for not even thinking of checking there for him.

You weren’t even sure why you sought comfort from him for a silly nightmare, something that you should be able to handle on your own as an adult. Wrapping yourself in one of his cardigans, you took in his floral and sea salt scent and padded down the hallway. You hesitated in the doorway of the studio, at war with yourself. One part of you said to stop being childish and just go back to bed, while the other urged your feet forward. Caving to the latter, you quietly stalked across the studio towards him.

He stood in front of a finished canvas, a cup of tea in hand while he just stared at the painting, searching for some minute detail he may have missed. You always poked fun at him for the weird behaviour, but he always chuckled and told you “it’s just an artist thing”. His brocade robe was belted, showcasing the contrast between his broad shoulders and narrowed waist. A small smile curled the corners of your mouth at the sweet memory of being wrapped around him just hours before.

So lost in thought was he, that he didn’t even realize you stood directly behind him. You tilted your head forward, resting your forehead against his back. Just that small contact was enough to ease the tension from your shoulders, tension you hadn’t realized you’d carried with you. He set his cup down and turned to face you.

“What’re you doing awake, Cutie?” He said softly. You clenched your jaw, debating on whether to admit that you’d been bothered by a nightmare or not. When you didn’t look at him, his hand came up under your chin to lift your face to his. You weren’t sure what he saw in your eyes, but he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Something about the gentleness of his voice, the concern in his eyes, struck you hard and you blinked back the sting of tears. A single one escaped, and his hand came up to cup your cheek, wiping that stray away with the pad of his thumb. You closed your eyes, turning your face into his touch.

With a deep breath you looked up at him and shrugged. “It was just a dumb nightmare.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you to him and folding you into a hug. His warmth and scent surrounded you, and you sunk into him. Yeah, this was exactly what you needed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up,” he said, resting his cheek on your head and rocking you back and forth. You hugged him tighter.

“It’s okay, you’re right here.”

You stood in his embrace for an indiscernible amount of time, but you wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else except right there in his arms. But eventually, he did release you to kiss you on the forehead and to douse the light. He led you back to his room by way of moonlight, tucking you into his bed and climbing in behind you. He curled around you, and it was hard to describe the emotion that swelled in your heart when he started humming to you to lull you back to sleep.

Safe.

It’d been a while since you felt safe like that, but he embodied that peace when he held you in his arms. And it was something you would be forever grateful to him for.

You slept soundly for the remainder of the night, waking in the early hours of the morning to him smiling softly down at you. Your turned in his arms to face him, nuzzling into his chest and murmuring a soft “thank you” to him. He stroked your hair, twirling the ends around his fingers while you talked about everything and nothing with each other. He didn’t ask about the nightmare, and for that you were grateful.

The rest of the day was spent in bed, not a single care for the world outside it.

[himbodruid]

Draw The Line

Sylus x Reader

This was meant to be jealous Sylus, it turned into touch her and 💀

And i’m not even sorry for it

CW/TW: harassment, non-con physical restraint

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“You know that Blake has a crush on you right?” Tara said, bumping her shoulder against yours to get your attention. You were wrapping up for the day, finishing your filing before clocking out.

“The new kid?” You ask, making a face. You thought he’d been hovering more than necessary, but you’d just chalked it up to being invested in his training.

“Kid? That’s harsh,” Tara laughed. “He’s our age, you know.”

“I refuse to believe that.” You scrunched up your nose, thinking about the ignorance Blake was prone to exhibit. You knew it was unfair to judge him so harshly, but training him had been anything but easy in comparison to others. You were almost certain that he weaponized his incompetence.

And sure enough, as you and Tara walked out the doors of the association together, you could hear him calling out your name. You pretended not to hear him, but could no longer ignore him the moment his hand fell on your shoulder. The cringe that tried to work its way up was pushed back in favour of a heavy sigh. You made sure to have a smile plastered on your face when you turned to face him.

“Blake. Hi. What’s up?” You couldn’t help the tightness that seeped into your voice, but Blake didn’t seem to notice it.

“Hey! I was..uh…wondering if you’d like to go get a drink? With me? Tonight?” The hand that had rested on your shoulder now went to the back of his head to awkwardly rub his hair. He also kept his gaze downcast, and you could see a blush spread across his face. It just made you feel all the worse for the lie that was about to spill from your mouth.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ve got a boyfriend and…I’m going out with him tonight,” you say, trying your best to fake an apologetic smile. Well, okay. So it was partially a lie, partially the truth. You weren’t entirely sure what to call the relationship you had with Sylus, but you had planned to have dinner with him. Whispers erupted around you as colleagues processed what you said, and you knew work was about to become an annoyance with these gossipmongers.

Blake’s head whipped up and his eyes narrowed on you. “But you don’t have a boyfriend, I already asked around to make sure.”

Unease sunk into you, noting the way his eyes turned calculating. You were notoriously horrible at reading people, but that sudden shift had you analyzing every interaction with him. Nothing you could think of would hint that the man standing in front of you posed any kind of threat.

“I’m sorry,” you say again in an attempt to ease the tension. “I keep my private life separate from my work life, so not a lot of people know. He’s on his way to pick me up, so I uh…gotta go.”

Blake called your bluff, by grabbing you by the wrist when you turn to walk away from him. Your heart stuttered, anxiety spiked, but even more you felt your temper flare. You turned back to glare at his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, traveling up his arm before it settled on his face. The awkward blush from earlier was now an angry flush on his face. Fine, you could trade ire with him no problem.

“I’m giving you three seconds to let go, before I knock you on your ass and flatten you,” you say, voice low with the thinly veiled threat. He opened his mouth to respond, but his words were swallowed by the sound of a motorcycle revving loudly at the sidewalk. You, Blake, and everyone that stopped to see how the altercation would end turned towards the disruption.

And, like some miracle, there he was. You’d recognize that monster of a motorcycle anywhere, and the massive leather-clad frame of the helmeted rider sitting astride it. The tinted visor concealed his face, but you could feel Sylus’s gaze on you when he turned his head in your direction. Once he knew he had the attention of everyone in the vicinity, he killed the engine and kicked the stand out. His dismount was graceful and smooth, and everyone gawked as their gaze traveled up, up, and up to take in his full imposing height. You cast one final glare to Blake, before wrenching your arm from his slackened grip and hurrying away.

Sylus removed his helmet as you approached, brushing his fingers through his hair to fix it. His gaze remained on Blake until you were by his side, and then his eyes assessed you for damage. Your wrist was red from where Blake grabbed you, but it wouldn’t bruise. All the same, Sylus’s gaze narrowed on it and his jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth.

“I’ll kill him,” he growled, a threat you knew he was fully capable of following through on. Wisps of Sylus’s evol drifted from his fingers as he held your hand up to inspect more closely.

“No,” you said firmly, grasping his hand to turn his attention to you. “What you’ll do is explain to me why you’d risk coming to the association building. Especially at the end of shift when everyone is around.”

His response was nothing more than a dark chuckle, as if your concern was just a silly thing compared to the insult that reddened your wrist. He turned his attention back to Blake, and you could see his smile harden. Peeking over your shoulder confirmed that he was still standing on the sidewalk, seething.

“The risk is worth it just to piss him off, and make him learn his place,” Sylus said. He crooked a finger under your chin and tugged your face back to his. He slanted his mouth over yours in a kiss that was both hard and possessive. You knew he was staking his claim, right there in front of all of your coworkers, and you felt like you should be embarrassed by the display. Instead, you swayed into him, lost to the sensation of him devouring you. Anyone who remained invested in the situation whistled and laughed at Sylus’s audacity, and then continued on their way while whispering excitedly to each other.

When Sylus finally let you up for air, the crowd had dispersed and Blake was nowhere to be seen. But for good measure, Sylus kissed you again, a quick peck of assertive possession before he handed you the ridiculous cat-eared helmet he’d bought for you months ago.

Whispers followed you for weeks. Coworkers you never knew existed stopped you to ask about Sylus and how you managed to snag someone like him. They gushed about how attractive he was, about how romantic it was that he protected you against another man crossing the line. A few even asked you what kind of motorcycle Sylus rode. All of it was tiring.

Blake eventually transferred departments, and you never heard from him again.

[himbodruid]

I think I’m done with Dawnbreaker smut

But gonna take a couple of days to re-read through it and make edits

For now have a 🌶️🌶️🌶️ preview

[himbodruid]

Claim

Sylus x Reader

Steamy oneshot, but not nsfw

Sylus ‘happened’ to be in the area for a ‘job’ when you had a company dinner? Yeah right. But what will he do when he sees your coworker getting too close?

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Sylus was incredibly skilled at catching you off guard. It didn’t matter the situation, he always managed to do what you least expected.

So, it shouldn’t have been such a surprise to receive a text from him while you were out for dinner with your teammates. You’d made an honest effort to avoid looking at your phone to not be rude, but it became a safety barrier when a drunk coworker crowded you and put his arm around your shoulder.

You seem to be having fun, Kitten ;)

Your head whipped up, scanning the pub for him after reading his text. It was a Friday night, so it was packed with patrons and making your task difficult at best.

“What’s up, boo?” Someone across the table asked you, noticing your head on a swivel. You turned your attention back to the table to see Simone, flushed from drink, watching you with a curious gaze.

“Oh, uh. My friend texted that he was at this pub, so I was seeing if I could find him,” you said, taking the shot that Simone pushed into your hand. You threw it back, and you spotted him when you set the glass down. How you even missed him, you didn’t know.

Because there he was, lounging languidly at the center of the bar, watching you with an amused glint in his eye. You swore you could see his eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the pub. He raised his glass to you before taking a sip, that crimson gaze never leaving you.

“Sonofabitch,” you grumble, more loudly than you intended.

“Did you find him? Bring him over!” Cheers erupted at the table when you stood abruptly.

“I’ll just..go ask,” you say awkwardly before hurrying away. You could feel every pair of eyes from your coworkers following you, curious to see what friend your reclusive-ass could have outside of work.

“Are you out of your mind?” You hiss when you approach him. His warm chuckle reached your ear and all it did was make you steam more.

“Hello to you too, Kitten,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t surrounded by people who would see him imprisoned if they knew who he really was.

“Why are you here?” You moved close to him, clenching your fists to prevent yourself from hauling him out of the pub.

He took another sip of his drink, keeping his eyes locked on you. Then he leaned back against the bar, setting the glass down. “I was in the area for a job and happened across your fun little group.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, sure,” you say, rubbing your face in exasperation. You peek over your shoulder to find the entire table invested in your conversation with Sylus, despite being out of hearing range. Your heart lurched. Definitely too late to hide him and shuffle him out the door, but Sylus seemed unphased. In fact, he took your hand and pulled you closer, so that you stood between his knees.

“Your friends seem interested,” Sylus chuckled. “Should we give them a show?”

Before you could even think or react, his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you into him. His mouth slanted over yours, crashing against yours in a kiss that was immediately filled with passion. All of your thoughts halted as you became consumed by him. You didn’t even hear the drunken cheers that erupted from your table to the disgruntlement of other patrons. So engrossed in him, you didn’t catch the territorial glare he sent the guy who had his arm around your shoulder.

“That’s not fair,” you say, swaying into him when he pulled away. Your hand found his thigh and you rested your weight there to stabilize yourself, much to the amusement of your coworkers. “Don’t kiss me when I’m angry at you! That’s cheating!”

“Well stop being angry, and introduce me to your friends,” he chuckled, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Are you insane?” You hiss. “That table is full of hunters who would love to see you behind bars!”

Sylus’s gaze darted back to the table, the amused glint returning to his eyes. “I don’t think any of them are in sound enough mind to make any kind of arrest right now.”

He wasn’t wrong but.. “Th-that’s not the point!”

“Introduce me, or we can continue this conversation somewhere more…private.” The gravel in his voice hinted that there would be no conversation, and your breath hitched. As tempting as the offer was, the office would already swarm with rumours just from this encounter. You couldn’t imagine what would happen should you leave with him right at that moment.

He chuckled at your hesitation, tugging you along behind him as he made the decision for you and went to the table. You followed obediently, unsure what else to do while your heart threatened to explode from anxiety. But then you remembered that karaoke night from ages ago once Simone and Tara shouted his cover name. Skye. That’s right, you’d completely forgotten.

Space was made for him at the table, and he sat leaning against your chair, with his arm thrown across the back of it. Every now and then, you could feel his fingers brush your shoulder or your hair. He was staking an obvious claim, and your face flushed every time Tara or Simone bounced their eyebrows suggestively at you. All while making not-so-subtle gestures between the two of you. No amount of denial could convince them, or yourself, that Sylus was putting on an act just to be a little shit.

But you would have your revenge. You just needed to wait patiently.

Two could play this game.

[himbodruid]

When Dawnbreaker finally, finally gets to touch you…

Out of context WIP but…you aren’t aware that it’s DB here 😉

[himbodruid]

You’re wearing his shirt, oversized and loose on your body. That fact alone has him worked up, watching you walk around with it barely covering your thighs. But then you stretch your arms over your head, and he gets a peek of your ass, and fuck the underwear you’re wearing. He can’t contain himself anymore, you’re driving him wild, so he presses himself behind you.

The cheshire cat grin you give him as he buries himself so, so deep inside you tells him that he reacted exactly the way you wanted him to

[himbodruid]

Think this fic is gonna end up making the Zayne/Dawnbreaker dynamic a little OOC but we’re just gonna call it a hc 🥲

Yall ready for some desperate and heartbreaking Dawbreaker smut?

[himbodruid]

Yall ready for some desperate and heartbreaking Dawbreaker smut?

[himbodruid]

Respite

Rafayel is intent on pulling another all-nighter…so Thomas calls in the cavalry.

Rafayel x Reader fluff oneshot drabble

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Rafayel was like a man possessed when inspiration struck him. Thomas called you, warning you that he was in one of his moods where he refused to take a break. While he hadn’t said it, you got the feeling that Thomas was asking you to go supervise him so he would get necessary rest.

And when you’d arrived at the villa, you had to let yourself in. You found him exactly where Thomas said he would be, right in front of a canvas twice his height. He straddled a short ladder to give him the height needed to reach the top.

“Rafayel,” you said softly, trying not to startle him. His head whipped towards you, surprise evident on his face for a split second before he warmly smiled at you.

“Cutie,” he said. “Why are you here?”

“A little birdie warned me you might end up pulling another all-nighter,” you admonish, crossing your arms and twisting up your face in what you hoped was a stern expression. His smile dropped and his brows drew down. He turned to pout at the large cathedral windows that showcased the vast ocean.

“It was the seagulls, wasn’t it? They’re always tattling on me.”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, walking to the couch and dropping your bag in front of it. He returned to his painting and you lounged back with a book in hand.

“I’ll give you a couple more hours, but then you gotta quit. Remember what your doctor said.”

Famous last words.

When you woke from your unanticipated nap, you were disoriented. The room was dim now, the only light giving you any clue to where you were turned low. When you realized you lay on the sofa that rested along the wall of Rafayel’s studio, you shot upward. The book clattered noisily to the ground, but Rafayel still didn’t turn from the canvas.

He sat on a stool now, the ladder from earlier discarded off to the side. Beautiful purple, blue, and pink hues danced and swirled on the canvas and you were struck by how much it reminded you of his eyes. But you couldn’t let yourself get distracted.

You glared at your target, completely ignored by him as you stood and loudly stretched. Even your shuffled steps approaching him didn’t garner any sort of reaction. He only took pause when you threw your arms around him, hugging him from behind.

“Have a nice nap, cutie?”

“So you knew I was asleep and you kept working the whole time?” The only answer you got was a soft chuckle. Fine, if he wanted to play it like that.

Time to kick up the charm.

You leaned over him, letting your breath fan over his neck and ear. He tried to pretend he was unaffected, but the blush that started at his ears couldn’t lie. You let your lips drift over his neck in feather-light kisses that made him shudder.

“Rafayel,” you murmur to him. Still, his stubbornness didn’t abate.

“Cutie,” he warned, his voice soft as you continued kissing him. He tilted his head away, giving you greater access to him.

“Come to bed, Rafayel,” you said. Your finger crooked under his chin, pulling his face to yours so you could take up his lips with your own. It was enough to make him pause, finally, and he sunk into you.

“Come to bed,” you repeated, guiding his hands so that he would put his painting tools aside, still distracting him with your mouth slanted over his.

And then you took him by those elegant hands, tugging and pulling him until he relented. You walked backwards with him following. An adorable blush spread across his face, and his eyes were locked on you. But you knew him well enough to see the exhaustion that bracketed his eyes and tightened his smile. He was on the verge of collapse, this beautiful idiot.

You climbed into his bed, shoving the covers aside. He crawled over top of you obediently when you beckoned him. A single, affectionate kiss is all he had the energy for before he collapsed on you. He nuzzled his head against your chest, settling his ear just over your heart. You chuckled, settling the blankets over the both of you..

“Thank you,” you hear him mutter quietly, releasing a heavy contented sigh. He relaxed into you the further he drifted into sleep, and you carded your fingers through his soft waves until he was fully under.

It didn’t take long before you drifted off with him. The weight of his large frame, the warmth of him, and the soft sighing breaths of slumber worked to relax you.

You lived for moments like this, affection and companionship in silent ambience.

[himbodruid]

Dare To Be Bold

Rafayel x Reader

His kiss was meant to be playful and teasing…but ends up as so much more

You make him lose his mind -:- he loses control -:- maybe a little feral

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

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Warm evening sun entered the room through the large windows of the room. The quiet serenity of the day lulled you to sleep unexpectedly, but what shocked you more was waking to Rafayel sprawled beside you. Even more was the fact that you were not in the studio, where you last remembered being. Instead you were in a room with a large dome ceiling composed of many panes of glass that were beautifully framed. The bed screamed extravagance and you assumed it was Rafayel’s room. How you got there, though, was a mystery to you.

Turning back to the man resting beside you, you let your gaze roam his face. Thick lashes rested against his cheekbones, with brows arched to create a striking frame for his eyes. His jaw had a gentler angle to it than you’ve seen on some men, but it was still sharp and defined. His nose was straight with a slightly narrowed bridge and you longed to run your fingers down its length. Gods, but he was beautiful.

And those damnably tempting lips of his, the pouty full lower lip that constantly drew you in like a moth to a flame. Even now, you wanted to lean into him and steal a kiss from his slumbering form. What would he do if he awoke to you doing just that? Would he berate you and kick you out, or would he enjoy it? What would happen to your friendship in either scenario?

Questions rolled around in your head, captivated by his face, by his lips that were now so very close to your own. You only had to lean forward slightly and the deed would be done, consequences be damned.

But doubt had you pulling away. Was his friendship, his companionship, worth the risk? A tiny, niggling thought in the back of your head told you no, and that alone was enough for you to disengage from the fantasy. So, you contented yourself with memorizing every alluring feature of his face instead.

While at war with yourself, though, you hadn’t noticed the shift in his breathing. From the deep draws of slumber, to the shallower waking breaths, you were oblivious to it all.

“Well, are you gonna do it or not?” His voice startled you, and you jerked further back from him. Cerulean depths with flecks of fuchsia, like sunset over a tropical ocean, stared up at you with a mischievous glint. A smile played at his lips, and you couldn't help that your gaze dipped to them before returning to his eyes. You could feel yourself flush at having been so easily caught.

Rafayel didn’t let you stew in your thoughts for long, though. With a playful chuckle, he sat up and tugged you against him. His lips met yours in a brief, teasing kiss. A kiss that mingled in the air between you when he pulled away. A kiss that stole your breath, that sent you reeling into the realm of what ifs.

He was still so close to you, but something shifted. The mischief in his eye was replaced with something else, something that darkened his gaze as it darted to your lips and back. His teasing smile faded, and it almost felt like something electric crackled in the minute space between you. Desire, maybe? You couldn’t dare to hope, though your heart thundered in your chest at the possibility.

He removed all doubt when he leaned back into you, his lips slanting over yours in a kiss that was slow and testing. You knew you sat stiffly, but your mind was racing a million miles a minute and you could only concentrate on the sensation of him. The way his hand felt when he lifted it to rest against your neck, the way his thumb brushed over your cheek. How his tongue darted out and just barely touched your lip to coax you open.

And when you did open to him, he devoured you. With a heady groan, he crushed his mouth against yours. Any remaining uncertain thoughts you had vanished, all that was left was him; the way he cupped your cheek, the way his tongue danced with yours, the sounds he made that mingled with yours. Then he was wrenching himself from you, forcing himself back to give your room to breathe.

“Mmh, cutie,” he breathed, setting his forehead against yours. “I need you to tell me no.”

“I don’t want to,” you complain, your panting breaths mingling with his. He groaned and kissed you again, this one shorter and much more chaste.

“My control barely hangs by a thread when I’m with you,” he murmured against your lips. A thrill raced through you, settling in your core with a shiver. You never dared to hope that this beautiful man, through all his flirtations, would admit such a thing to you.

The hand cradling the back of your head pulled you in so he could settle his lips firmly over yours again. It was a delicious push and pull, each of you giving equal fervor. You trailed your hands up his chest, almost shocked to find that his shirt was already unbuttoned. You hadn’t noticed at all in your distractions, but now you let your hands roam him freely after shoving his shirt off his shoulders. His body was so sensitive to your touch that he moaned, whimpered, groaned into you while you caressed him, and you absorbed every sound he offered.

Breaking away again, Rafayel tugged your shirt over your head and then pushed you back into the mattress. You welcomed his weight settling over you with a soft contented sigh. You could feel his cock straining against the soft cotton pants he wore, and yet his touches, his kisses, remained hungry but unhurried. You couldn’t help but squirm impatiently beneath him, still.

“Dont,” he said with a breathy moan. You naturally disobeyed him and shifted your hips upwards, putting pressure against that prominent length resting at the apex of your thighs. He moaned again, dropping his head against your chest with a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to be rough with you for our first time together like this,” he murmured against your skin, lips finding your leaping pulse. “But if you keep doing that..”

“I-“ He moved his lips to kiss just below your ear.

“Won’t-“ He kissed your throat.

“Be gentle.” His teeth grazed the slope of your neck in a soft bite. It was a warning, but you sucked in a hissed breath while his words and actions coiled low in your belly. You were sure you’d never been that turned on before.

But rather than pushing him away like his words suggested you to, you smoothed your hands against his jaw, tilting his face back to yours to capture his lips once more. This time you coaxed him open, and your tongue took the plunge while he groaned and sunk into you further.

His weight on you felt incredible. He always held such feminine grace, and you knew his body was well-sculpted, but feeling every plane of him against you made you realize just how large he was compared to you. You ran your hands down his neck, across his shoulders, down his biceps. Committing every hill and valley of him to memory.

Every sound he made.

Every pull of his mouth.

The very same mouth that blazed kisses down your throat, across your collarbone, and then settled over your breast once your bra was pushed out of the way. His large hand engulfed one breast, the pad of his thumb pressing against your nipple while his tongue teased the other. You carded your hands through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. His gaze flicked to yours, a cheeky grin spreading across his flushed face as he grazed his teeth against your nipple. You gasped a moan, arching your back to press the mound harder into him.

“Raf-“ you breathed, his name cutting off on a moan. He finally relinquished his hold on your breasts, hot mouth continuing down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your jeans. That mischievous glint was back in his eye, but it was paired with the heated desire. You didn’t know if you should be scared, or turned on, with the look he gave you as he paused over your jeans.

You weren’t sure what you expected him to do, but unbuttoning your jeans with his teeth was not it. You sucked in a breath at his throaty chuckle. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down your legs with ease. His eyes never left you, even when he took your knees and opened you to him, not even when his fingers dipped into your slicked folds. They only drifted closed when he brought those fingers to his mouth and tasted you. The breathy moan he let out when he did, paired with the sight of him kneeling between your thighs, would be forever seared into your mind.

“Mmh, so wet for me already, cutie,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

He made a show of slowly dragging his hand down his body, and your eyes locked onto it. It was a deliberately tantalizing kind of movement, one that made you squirm. Then his hand dipped beneath the waistband of his low-slung pants, gripping his length and freeing it from its prison. He stroked himself while you watched him, biting your lip to keep yourself from making noises while you shifted beneath his scrutiny.

And when he set his cock against your folds, running the length of it against you without entering, the moan you tried holding back erupted from you. He kept his flushed gaze locked on you, on your reactions.

Then, he gripped your thighs and aligned himself to your entrance. He dropped his head back with a long, drawn out moan as he pushed into you. It was torturously slow, and you felt every inch drag salaciously along your inner walls. You dug your head into the pillow, arching from the bed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you so he could sink all the way to the hilt. He stayed there, trembling and panting, allowing you time to become accustomed to his girth and length.

“Raf..ayel,” you whimpered, shifting and squirming. Still he didn’t move, instead smirking down at you as he held you in place by your hips. He chuckled and tilted his head, buried so impossibly deep in you.

And fuck when he started to move, pistoning in and out of you with slow, deliberate strokes. He closed his eyes, reveling in the pure ecstacy of you being wrapped around him. You gripped his forearms, digging nails into him while his hands continued holding your hips in place.

“Mmh, fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, the forward snap of his hips increasing in tempo. You squirmed and writhed, finding no outlet for the pleasure outside of moaning into the open air. You longed to touch him, taste him, cling to him, but he stayed infuriatingly out of reach. He watched you thrash beneath him, watched you cry out his name, watched your face contort with pleasure when he hit just the perfect angle inside you. Committing this very moment to memory while the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in both of you.

In a mindless effort to keep him from pulling his cock out of you, you clenched your walls around him. He cried out at the added pressure, finally, finally collapsing atop you. Arms and legs immediately circled him, preventing him from being able to sit up again while he drove relentlessly into you. Whatever control he had was gone now, snapped like a frayed rope the moment you dug your nails into his back and sunk your teeth into his shoulder.

He rutted into you fervently, each forward slam of his hips punctuated by a guttural moan that vibrated through you. His breaths puffed against your neck, the sounds he made drifting into your ear, and the weight of him crushed you into the bed. There weren't words strong enough to describe how you felt in that moment, even as the pleasure rose in you like a tidal wave.

“Rafayel,” you whimpered, clinging to him.

“Mmh, I like it when you say my name like that,” he growled. “Again.”

“Rafayel,” you obeyed breathlessly. He moaned, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Again.” His breath shuddered, and you knew he was as affected as you were.

“Rafayel,” you cried, arching beneath him as that wave came crashing down on you. Ecstasy shuddered through you like an electric jolt. The throbbing pulse of your walls clamping around him rhythmically drew him over the edge with you.

“Fuck, I’m-“ his words cut off with a shout, one final hard thrust into you and hot ropes of cum painted your walls. His body trembled and jerked, seemingly of its own volition. And although he was buried in you to the hilt, he pressed his hips forward still, like he somehow wasn’t deep enough inside you.

“R-Rafayel” you whimpered against his neck, spreading wider for him. His hips tilted forward and back, giving you short strokes of his cock while you rode out the climax. But rather than abating, you felt that hard coil tighten low in your belly again. And you knew he could tell by the throaty chuckle he gave you, while you whimpered and mewled in his ear.

“Gonna come for me again, cutie?” He asked with a hard moan. You’d barely recovered from one climax before nose diving right into the second. You ground your hips against him with every full thrust he gave you. His chuckle turned into a deep moan, and you swore you could feel him getting harder inside you.

“Fuck, Rafayel,” you whimpered breathlessly. You were mindless with the pleasure he gave you, steering into overstimulation with each slow stroke of his cock. He was doing it on purpose, keeping the hard and fast rutting that you craved away from you, just to drive you mad. And the sounds he made in your ear didn't help matters either; the soft moans, the kisses up and down your neck, all the way to those growls dragged from deep in his chest.

He was just being downright mean, and there was nothing you could do about it, pinned beneath him as you were.

“I think I like you like this, cutie,” he chuckled. “Flat on your back, moaning my name while I fuck you.”

“R-Raf-“ you try, the admonishment dying with a groan as he pressed forward as deep as he could.

“Yes,” he moaned, his breath growing ragged again. “Just like that.”

He crushed his mouth against yours, an open, devouring kind of kiss that shot straight to your core. The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding rose to join your shared moans echoing in the room. Finally, he slammed into you with the ferocity you craved, bringing you to the brink rapidly.

And then his cock began to pulse and jerk inside you, flooding you again while your body milked him for everything he had to offer. Shuddering, gasping moans erupted from him. Hands dug into your flesh as pleasure overtook him so forcefully, so fully, that all he could do was bury himself deeper and deeper in you. In that moment, you didn’t even know where he ended and you began. Your name intermingled with gasping moans and shuddering curses as he collapsed atop you, trembling with the sheer force of the release.

He remained in your embrace, all but crushing you into the mattress, long after you both regained your breath. You couldn’t complain, as it was a welcoming weight while you stroked his hair and his back. He released contented sighs as you did so, nuzzling into your chest and pressing his ear against it so he could listen to your heart. Warmth and affection rushed through you, and you never wanted that moment with him to end.

When you were on the verge of being lulled into sleep, Rafayel kissed your chest and then your lips. He rolled himself off of you, walking away into another room while completely comfortable in his nudity. You heard the start of running water coming from that side room and assumed it was a bathroom.

The assumption was confirmed when Rafayel returned to hoist you into his arms, and carried you bridal style into the bathroom. He settled you into the warm water while the tub filled, and climbed in behind you. Arms encircled you and you leaned back against him, reveling in the safe, comforting warmth you felt.

His hands reverently explored your body, gaze tracing everywhere that his fingers went. He made you shiver, made you melt, and everything in between with just simple little grazes of his elegant fingers. And when his hand slipped between your thighs, you welcomed him. The bath was not safe from the echo of your whimpers, the water sloshing over the rim of the tub, his encouraging moans as he stroked you to fulfillment.

And when you stumbled back into his bed, his appetite was insatiable until the early hours of the morning. Only then did exhaustion finally overtake both of you, and you fell asleep wrapped in his embrace.

[himbodruid]

This will be up in the morning!

My fave part of the next Rafayel x Reader fic i’m currently working on~