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Caught In The Act

Sylus x Reader

You took advantage of Sylus being away on business to use his bathtub for some…personal time. What you didn’t account for is Sylus arriving home early

Improper use of evol -:- strip tease Sylus -:- wrist binding

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It sucked. Sylus was away from the N109 Zone on business, and now you had nobody to annoy. Even Luke and Kieran made themselves scarce, leaving you to cause your own solo chaos in Sylus’s house.

You had a three day weekend, and so far you’ve moved most of his furniture three inches to the left. But that was the extent of your creativity when it came to pranks.

Now you were bored again, and sweaty from your shenanigans with Sylus’s furniture. You snickered to yourself while filling Sylus’s massive tub with hot water and fragrant bubbles. Imagining the leader of Onychinus not understanding why he was suddenly bumping into everything gave you a special kind of joy.

You never dared to use this tub during previous visits. In fact, Sylus’s rooms had been off limits to you since the brooch incident. Not because he barred you, but for your own personal reasons. The allure that surrounded that infuriating man like an aura was dangerous, almost as dangerous as he was.

The danger never stopped you from daydreaming about him, of course. That aura only attracted you to him like a moth to a flame. Even when you first met him, you couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel to have his massive hands on you. And now that his presence was becoming a permanent part of your life, you often wondered about more.

The hot water engulfed you as you sank below the surface, quickly washing your hair and then resurfacing. The sting felt incredible on sore muscles, and you relaxed against the rim with a contented sigh. You closed your eyes and let your mind drift, wondering how often Sylus used this tub. Once, you’d snuck into his room while he was showering to find that damned brooch. And even though he was mostly hidden by the steam, you still got quite the eyeful. Powerful. Invigorating. Beautiful. There were many words you could use to describe him, but you’d never dare to tell him to his face. His ego would probably be insufferable.

You hated to admit that you were attracted to him; to the smooth way he commanded any situation, to the lopsided smirk he often wore around you, all the way to his godsdamned voice. It wasn’t anything wrong with him, no. Your refusal to admit attraction came down to your own foolish pride. That, and you were scared of losing his friendship, of losing your friendship with the twins. The relationship with all three of them was still so new, and you were all too willing to put your own desires aside to keep them in your life.

Which is why what you were about to do would never leave the room. It would be between you and the tiles with none the wiser.

Your hands drifted down your body, imagining it to be his, feeling every curve and valley. Would he appreciate your body, this weapon that you honed through rigorous training? You thought so. You certainly had appreciation for his.

You let out a dramatic little gasp when your fingers found the apex of your thighs. Biting your lower lip with a sly smile spread across your face, imagining that it was Sylus’s elegant fingers dipping into your folds. You thought about his voice, about the rumbling timbre of it, how sexy the grit of it was when he talked to you.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you circled your clit, imagining all the ways you wished Sylus would take you. All the ways you wanted to take him. Your shuddering breath filled the room, echoing off the tile, while you brought yourself closer to the edge. You ran your free hand across your breasts, tugging at your nipples for added stimulation while your body squirmed for more that you couldn’t give it.

His name fell from your lips with a strangled cry. You circled faster, riding out the thrumming release and hoping to make it more than what it was. You finally gave up, only succeeding in making yourself feel somehow even less sated than when you started. Your body hummed with need, but you were too much of a coward to even think about approaching Sylus- not that you even knew how to go about it to begin with. Instead, you would just have to make do with your fantasies and the gnawing disappointment after each unsatisfying climax.

With a wistful sigh, you pulled yourself from the bath and wrapped yourself in a large fluffy towel. You’d thought about finding one of his robes to wrap yourself in, but remembered most of what he had was for lounging and not for bathing. With the tub draining, you grabbed a smaller towel and began to rub at your hair to begin the arduous process of drying it.

“Enjoying yourself, Kitten?”

Startled, you screamed and spun, throwing your hair towel towards the direction of his voice. He didn’t even move to bat it away like you expected. Instead, he let it hit his face with a hearty chuckle.

“Sylus!” You admonish shrilly, willing your thundering heart to calm, while he just casually removed the towel from his face and held it to his nose. With an embarrassed huff, you ignored your state of undress, gathered your discarded clothes and made your escape. His bulk blocked most of the doorframe, but he didn’t move and you had to squeeze past him.

Right as you breached the door, he tugged at your wrist and spun you so your back was against the wall. You dropped the bundle of clothes you were carrying and looked up at him with wide eyes. Leaning on a forearm above your head, he toyed with the wet ends of your hair.

“You didn’t answer my question, kitten. That’s alright, though, because I already know you enjoyed yourself very much.”

“Wha- when did you get back?” You stammer, a blush spreading across your cheeks with mounting horror. There was no way…

“A while ago,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I thought to surprise you, but you gave me quite the surprise of your own.”

“Oh gods,” you whine, looking away.

“If I’d known how fond of me you were, I would have come home much sooner.”

“H-how much did you hear?” You were afraid of the answer, and you clenched your eyes closed in a grimace.

“Enough,” he chuckled. He plucked at the part of the towel that was folded in on itself, the part that kept it from falling off your body. He watched you, gauging your expression and your willingness. When you didn’t push him away, he leaned in and…oh, fuck. His lips on yours felt incredible, more than you ever dared to dream, more than you ever dared to hope. The kiss went from slow and testing to hungry and devouring in a matter of seconds.

His hot mouth blazed a trail down your neck, his tongue chasing a water droplet and dipping into the hollow of your throat. Beautifully deft fingers traced your skin along the edge of the towel in feather-light touches that sent shivers through you. His attentions made you bold, and you reached up to unravel the towel, but held it close to your body until Sylus gave pause. He pulled back, eyes locked onto yours while he awaited your silent consent. You were lost to him when you let the towel drop.

Your heart thundered in your chest, like a bird fluttering against your ribcage, as doubt and anxiety swept through you. He kept his eyes on yours for only a moment more before letting his gaze roam your body. The slow perusal sent bolts of heat to your core, and it took vast amounts of effort not to squirm under his scrutiny. His silence as those crimson eyes raked over every curve set you on edge, at least until you detected a hint of a blush beginning at his ears.

“Beautiful,” he purred almost reverently. And then this giant of a man, the leader of Onychinus, sunk to his knees in front of you. The sight of him in his riding leathers, knelt in front of you and peering up at you with a predatory glint to his eye did unholy things to you. When he shuffled your feet apart and moved in closer, you felt like your knees would buckle. Even sitting back on his heels, his face still easily reached your torso. It was no wonder he commanded the room whenever he walked in.

“Tsk, tsk, so swollen, Kitten,” he tutted, gaze resting on the apex of your thighs. His hands, still encased in fingerless gloves, skirted up your legs, under your thighs and then…oh…oh gods. The pad of one of his thumbs pressed against your swollen bud, teasing you. The sharp intake of breath you gave him only made him smirk more.

“No matter, sweetheart, I can make it better,” he purred before leaning in. Eyes locked on yours, he nestled his face right in and replaced his thumb with his tongue. Leaning heavily against the wall was the only way you were able to remain standing, hands balling into fists at your side. You were so intently focused on the way his mouth lathed at you that you didn’t notice his arms snaking around the backs of your thighs from the inside. Then his hands were resting on your hips and he hauled you upwards just enough that your legs were now fully supported on his broad shoulders. Your hands gripped his and you bit your lip to try and contain the sounds threatening to escape.

But fuck, the way he used his tongue, stroking you with it in between suckling kisses. You were glad for the support, because the moment he slipped that sinful tongue between your slicked folds, your legs would have collapsed. You let your head fall back against the wall, finally letting the moans tumble from you unrestrained. You squirmed, trying to buck against his mouth, but he held fast to you and continued working at you until you came to a shuddering end much more intense than the one you had by yourself in the bath. Hands gripped into his hair, you held him there, riding him out until the fluttering of your walls subsided.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt sated like this, but glancing down at his face told you he was far from done with you. Mischief still glittered in his eyes and a lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He let your legs fall from his shoulders, but made sure to hold you steady while he stood. You were grateful, since the moment your feet touched the ground, your knees threatened to buckle.

“Hmm, what should I do with you,” he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you so that you could taste yourself on his lips. “It seems a little unfair that you only moan my name when touching yourself.”

With that, he lifted you easily into his arms, mouth colliding with yours again. He carried you to the bed and then dropped you into the center of it, stepping back and observing you for a second.

And then he gave you that devilish smirk while wisps of his evol snaked around your ankles. The black and crimson shadows solidified the further they crept up your legs, and you were certain you could feel his touch in them. The sensations made you squirm and gasp. They crept further and further until they wrapped solidly around your thighs and then-

You sucked in a gasp when you felt the shadows nudge at your clit, circling it like Sylus had with his mouth just moments before. With a chuckle at your reaction, he began to slowly undress himself while keeping his eyes locked to yours.

First his gloves came off, then he shrugged out of his jacket, the leather dropping heavily onto the floor. Your eyes drank in the skin tight black shirt he wore, raking over the hills and valleys of his torso. It was cut off at the shoulder, allowing for you to see the muscles of his arms unobstructed. He was so unbearably beautiful, and you couldn’t believe this was happening.

You tried to bring your thighs together to put pressure where you wanted, but the strands of darkness held fast to you with surprising strength. So, you brought your hand down in an attempt to circle your clit faster, or even maybe add a finger or two. But his shadows shot to your wrists and yanked them above your head.

“Sylus,” you whined, squirming in the grip of his evol.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished with a chuckle, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside. “You only get to watch. Let me handle the rest.”

At his words, you felt the swell of his power, the intensity of the shadows clinging to you growing. And then it shifted, sinking into your slicked folds, that swirling energy stroking you as thoroughly as his tongue did. You arch your back, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Eyes on me, Kitten,” Sylus commanded with purr. You forced your gaze back to him, watching him unbuckling his belt. He took his time removing his leathers, enjoying the way your eyes widened when he was finally bared to you. He took himself in hand, his cock already standing at attention while he stroked himself. Each slow stroke was punctuated by a surge of his shadows invading you. Those shadows were just a promise of what was to come.

“Sylus,” you beg, unable to form the words to tell him what you wanted. All you could do was squirm and whimper while spread open in front of him. He chuckled, but finally crawled up onto the bed. The weight of his shadows was replaced by him, all of them dissipating except the ones holding your wrists above your head. He blazed a trail of open mouthed kisses up your body before devouring your mouth for a brief, heart-stopping moment.

He sat back on his heels, his large hand skirting down your body, followed closely by his heated gaze. Shivers coursed through you and settled in your core at the hunger that was so openly evident in his expression. His hands settled on your hips, pulling you firmly into him.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled through you as a velvet purr, eliciting shivers of anticipation. He notched his cock against your entrance, and then pushed into you with a slow roll of his hips. The feel of his shadows was nothing compared to the way he filled you. Agonizingly slow strokes made your breath hitch. It was so much more than you could’ve ever dreamed, the way his cock dragged along your walls as he pulled and pushed. Definitely better than your own imagination.

“Good girl,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed with a groan. “You take me so well, Kitten.”

He shifted his grip so that your legs were hooked over his arms, allowing him to pull you into each of his methodic thrusts. His pace was unhurried, relishing in the sensations each stroke gave. He watched you, taking in your reactions and tilting his head with a sly smirk. You knew your face was heated, but there was no way for you to hide your blush with your wrists still bound.

“S-Sy-“ you whined, squirming in hopes of finding more friction. The torturously slow pace was turning your brain to mush. Your body trembled, gasping breaths puffing from you on whimpered moans. Sylus enjoyed every moment of it, taking pleasure in watching you shudder through each languid stroke.

“That’s more like it,” he crooned when his name began falling from your lips in a throaty pant. He buried himself in you to the hilt, his thrusts taking on a sharper jerk. He barely pulled from you before slamming forward again, granting delicious friction against your clit each time his hips collided with yours. And the gravelly quality of his moans reaching your ears with every thrust, fuck. This was so much more than you ever thought it would be.

Sylus let his head fall back, rocking into you with a steady pace that began to increase in velocity. His moans grew less breathy and more guttural with every strike of his cock against your innermost walls. You watched his body ripple and shudder, watched his muscles bunch and release, watched as his chest began to heave the more he dove into the pleasure.

With his concentration wavering, you were able to free your hands and reach for him. You pulled him down over you, digging your nails into his back while he aggressively rolled his hips into you. His moans, deep and guttural, were now panted against your neck between biting kisses.

Faster and harder, he slammed into you when playfulness died and something more primal took over. You clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around him and your mouth latched onto the slope of his neck. You marked him in multiple places, seeing those purpling spots on his skin sending a thrill through you. Mine, something deep in you claimed him as thoroughly as he claimed you.

Every skillful tilt of his hips as he pistoned in and out of you sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. He brought you right to the precipice and then ushered you over it without pause. The fluttering and trembling of your walls around him, gripping him relentlessly, pulled him over the edge with you. With a harsh growl, he forced himself from you and spilled against your stomach. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you with evident need while his cock twitched and pulsed against you. Deep breaths shuddered through him, through you, as you both came down from the high of release.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he nuzzled into your neck. Your hands carded through the feather-soft strands of his hair, reveling in the feel of the silky strands against your fingers. You couldn’t help it, you just needed to touch him after months of holding back.

“I could say the same about you,” you reply. He chuckled and pulled back, kissing the inside of your wrist before sitting up again. His eyes raked down your body, a growl of approval escaping him as he flattened his hand against your stomach and spread the mess he made there. You were acutely aware that he was still hard as ever, resting hot and heavy against your pelvis. You couldn’t even be embarrassed anymore at being spread before his greedy gaze.

“Now that my affections are clearer, you don’t need to sneak around. The only time I want to hear you moaning my name is when you’re with me- whether my tongue or my cock is buried in you,” he said, his voice still husky with the promise of things to come.

“Is that a threat?” You asked teasingly.

“A promise,” he chuckled. You smirked up at him, slowly snaking your hand down your body.

“What if I wanted to test that?” You say, feigning innocence. You touched yourself, right there under his narrowing gaze, sighing his name with breathy moans as you circled your clit. He watched that smirk play on your face again, a pretty little blush spreading on his cheeks. It was meant to be nothing more than a tease.

But then a predatory smirk danced across his face and he struck. He slammed himself into you, burying to the hilt with a brutal thrust that ripped a climax from you without so much as a warning. You threw your head back with a harsh cry, body arching off the bed as he held your hips to him. You tried to twist away from him, to escape the pleasure that vibrated through you, but he held fast to you.

And then he toyed with your overstimulation, his hips snapping into you with rapid sharp thrusts. He was thoroughly enjoying all the various sounds that erupted from you and each time you screamed his name, it send an electric jolt through him. He quickened the pace, driving into you and wrenching pleasured cries from you over and over. Your brain was mush and your limbs trembled as wave after wave crashed into you. And when he tried to pull from you to spill himself against your stomach again, you clamped your legs around him and forbade him. You would have all the time later to explain how the association provided specialized birth control, but at that moment you wanted him as deep as he could go.

With a strangled curse, he obeyed and plunged as deep as he could. The twitching pulse of his cock sent you into yet another spiral that had you arching off the bed. Fuck, but he felt incredible when he came in you, and you knew you would never be able to touch yourself again without the visceral need to have him buried deep in you.

“That is…so not fair,” you pant against him once your ardor cooled enough to let you think. He chuckled and bundled you in his arms, rolling so he laid beside you without a care to the mess you were making of the sheets. Exhaustion washed over you, and with no wonder. You were pretty sure you did enough exercise that day to last you the week- between tackling furniture and then being tackled by Sylus.

“I did try to warn you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face and kissing you tenderly; first your lips, then your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling sleep tugging at you.

Sylus left the bed, much to your disgruntlement, but returned a short while later. You danced at the edge of unconsciousness but could feel him swiping a soft, damp cloth along your body. Later, you would realize he’d been cleaning you up, so that he wouldn’t have to drag you out of bed for a shower. But sleep took you swiftly the moment he laid back down and pulled you into his warm embrace.

Over the course of the next several weeks, you were disappointed to find that Sylus was much more keenly aware of his surroundings than you gave him credit for. He never once mentioned the furniture prank to you, but he also didn’t mention it to the twins.

“Why do we keep running into everything?!” This became a daily exclamation, one that would have you hiding your laughter behind your hand. They never suspected that it wasn’t their sense of surrounding that was failing, but that their surroundings had actually changed.

One particular fit from the twins had you making eye contact with Sylus, and the two of you bursting into laughter once the twins left the room.

They weren’t at all your intended victim, but you were happy your prank didn’t go to waste.

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If MC randomly flashed the Lis

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Sylus: “You are just as bad as Rafayel.”

Caleb: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sylus: “I mean anytime MC leaves, you pout and sulk just like him.”

Caleb: “I don’t sulk.”

Sylus: “You’ve been sitting by the window ever since MC went shopping.”

Caleb: “It’s not sulking….I’m just waiting for them to return.”

Sylus: “You look like a dog.”

Caleb: “I do n-”

Rafayel: *Sprinting down the stairs.* “MC’s car just pulled up!”

Caleb: *Runs to the front door with Rafayel*

Sylus: “Dogs I tell you.”

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Had to draw another sketch of him🤭

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Would yall believe me if i told you this is gonna turn into Sylus smut? Lmao

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A Wager, If You Will

Sylus x Reader

A bet with Sylus turns out to be more than you bargained for…but the reward is oh so sweet

-:- under desk head -:- hard sex -:- Sylus loses control -:- almost accidental exhibitionism -:-

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

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“Kitten,” Sylus purred from his desk when you entered the room. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

You’d made an entire plan to seduce him, not that you’d tell him that. It was a well-thought out and bulletproof plan, too. Or that’s what you told yourself, right up until you made it to his office. Now you just felt awkward and shy, especially in a dress that was far too short to be even remotely considered decent. Not to mention how it clung to every single curve. Your ass practically hung out of it, but Sylus’s appreciative gaze raked over you, giving you the boost of confidence you needed to see this totally well-thought plan through.

You strode to his desk in what you hoped was a sultry gait. Having no experience doing something like this, you had no idea how to move your body. You were a honed weapon, not a seductress. Still, when you leaned over his desk on your palms, his eyes zeroed in on your breasts that were nearly spilling from the bodice. One of them was even framed nicely by the waves of your hair pulled over one shoulder. You watched as his jaw clenched and the slight flare of his nostrils. Oh, yeah. This was fun.

“Do I need a reason to see you?” You ask, forcing a husky tone. His gaze returned to yours, mirth dancing in the crimson depths. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the desktop. He tilted his chin up so that his lips hovered close to yours, and all you had to do was drop your head to him and they would meet.

“Of course not, Kitten,” he growled. “You can come for me whenever you wish.”

The double entendre of his words made your breath hitch. Close, so close. Just a hairs breadth and your lips would be on his. You closed your eyes, tilted your head and…

Nothing. Where you expected him to be, he no longer was. You popped your eyes open, and saw that he had leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Tease,” you accused, dropping into a pout. He chuckled.

“Unfortunately, I’m expecting company any second now. If they hadn’t already arrived, I would cancel this very important meeting and let you have your way with me.”

His self-satisfied smirk pissed you off, refusing to let this be a wasted effort. Even the heat in his gaze wasn’t enough to cool the revenge you felt bubbling beneath the surface. You gave him a saccharine smile, rounding the desk to lean against it just beside where he sat. His eyes drank you in, flitting down your figure and back up. You didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered at the apex of your thighs.

“How about a bet, then?” He quirked his brow, dragging his gaze back to yours at your words.

“A bet, Kitten? You should know better than to bet against me,” he purred. You leaned forward, tracing the line of his strong jaw with your fingertips.

“Sure. If I can make your composure crack during this ‘meeting’, then I get to have you in whatever way I please,” you say, lowering your voice to a tone full of suggestion and allure.

“And if I win?”

Now it was your turn for a self-satisfied smirk. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

He made to wrap his arm around your waist, to pull you into his lap, but you slipped from his grasp. He furrowed his brow, not understanding how you meant to go about this distraction. You sauntered behind him, hand splayed on his shoulder for a moment before you pulled his chair back slightly, just enough for you to slip between his knees. Then you leaned against his desk directly in front of him to give him a predatory smirk, before sliding to your knees in a slow, dramatic descent. You were hidden perfectly by the solid skirt that wrapped the desk, and none would be the wiser except the two of you.

His eyes widened, suddenly understanding your line of thinking. He made no protest as you pulled his shirt from where it was tucked in at the waist, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. He watched you, full rapt attention, as your mouth found his hip, taking a harsh bite on the flesh there. You were rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and so you latched onto him there with your mouth, while your hands freed his ever-hardening cock from its fabric prison.

You kept your eyes locked on his when you released his hip finally, a purple bruise-like mark already spreading there. He hissed in a breath when you ran your tongue along the underside of him, from the root to the tip. The flat of your tongue pressed against the glans, then swirled around it, and his hands gripped the arms of his chair.

“Remember our bet,” you chuckled up to him, just as a knock sounded at the door. He schooled his expression before ripping his gaze from you, and you grinned at the blush evident on his ears. He leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance and gestured to the plush leather chairs that sat a ways off on the other side of the desk.

“Gentlemen, have a seat.” You had to give him credit, he was very good at keeping his voice even under duress. But you were determined to win this bet.

Once the men began talking their trade, you returned your attention to his cock. You kept your eyes on him, watching the micro-expressions flit across his face as you slipped your mouth around him. He leaned heavily to one side, propping his head up with his hand and drumming the fingers of his other hand on the arm of his office chair. The only real hint that anything was happening was the soft blush that dusted his cheeks, and the occasional twitch of his jaw. And any time he clenched his eyes closed, momentarily forgetting the other men in the room, you gave yourself a little mental pat on the back.

You were only half listening to the conversation on the other side of the desk. Something about negotiating for safe trade passage through the N109. Whatever it was about, Sylus also paid no attention to it. For all intents and purposes, he was just a mediator between them all.

Feeling particularly bold and unforgiving, you stopped teasing the head of his cock and took as much of his length into your mouth as you could, as quietly as possible. To his credit, he swallowed down the sound that you could see nearly escaped, instead letting his nostrils flare and rubbing his fingers against the temple of his head. You rasped your tongue along the underside of him, and his hand no longer drummed on the chair arm. With his brow drawn down, he leveled a glare at you, a look that said not fair.

Ah, but, all’s fair in love and war. So, you did it again, pressing your tongue firmly against that ridge where the shaft met the crown. Even more, you let your hand circle the root of him, adding pressure just in front of the sac. He shifted, releasing a heavy sigh that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Mr. Sylus, everything alright?” You put harder pressure on him, and Sylus growled.

“Fine. Continue boring me with your incessant chatter,” he said, waving them on. His voice was gruff, but they all continued what they were talking about, none the wiser.

Sylus locked eyes with you once more, happy to go back to ignoring the discussion. You grinned up at him, or as much as you could with his cock crammed in your mouth. You bobbed on him; putting light pressure by sucking him in, and hard pressure with your tongue. The rise and fall of his chest increased, shuddering every so often as he struggled to maintain a calm facade. You let your hand sneak up his figure, moving it slowly under his shirt until you rested your palm against his abdomen. If anyone on the other side of the desk had been paying any attention, they definitely would have noticed the strange anomaly. But they were in their own little argumentative world, and you were in yours with Sylus.

You worked him with your mouth until you could taste the salty tang of his pre-crum. Once you did, you popped him from your mouth and continued teasing just the head of him with your tongue. Flattening against the underside of the corona, flicking across the glans, and even tilting your chin up to press him against the roof of your mouth while your tongue teased the underside.

It was getting harder for him to maintain his composure the closer to the edge he got, and you were determined to get him right to that edge and not a step further. You could feel the strain at the underside of his crown, the prominence of the vein increasing, and even more obviously, his sac tightening. You let him teeter right on the precipice, then backed away. Through it all, he had to concentrate on controlling his breathing, on not jerking his hips into you, on not grabbing you by the hair and fucking into your torturous mouth. And all the sounds he wasn’t allowed to make, ugh. You dragged it on and on, bringing him close and then releasing him to cool his ardor. Neither of you were willing to relinquish victory, but you felt were so so close to forcibly ripping it from him.

And then it finally came to a head. Sylus slammed his fist on the desk, startling everyone in the room. The men immediately stopped talking, no doubt trembling in their seats while the fearless leader of Onychinus lost his temper. Except, this time he wasn’t losing his temper, he was losing his mind.

“Leave us,” Sylus growled, low and guttural. The men wasted no time, scrambling from the room to avoid any potential punishment, and completely oblivious to his use of the word ‘us’.

Without preamble, Sylus hauled you up from under the desk the moment the door clicked closed. No care for who might still be right outside, he groaned loudly when he realized you’d come into his office without a single scrap of underwear. Your ass was slammed against the edge of the desk, and then he was violently thrusting up into you. He filled you so fully, so suddenly, that you didn’t even have time to prepare for the orgasm that ripped through you. And neither did he.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he growled, his cock already twitching and spilling inside you. His hips bucked and jerked as he came hard inside you. All you could do was cling to him, wrapping arms and legs around him. He slammed his open palm against the desk to steady himself, moaning, grunting, and growling into your neck. The cool, calm, collected composure he always prided himself in had well and truly cracked.

“I think,” you breathe, nuzzling into his neck and gripping the back of his shirt, “I’ve won this one.”

“You’ll have to collect your reward another time,” he panted breathlessly into the hollow of your throat. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“This,” you cry as he began moving in you again. “I want this as the prize. Fuck me, Sylus.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Kitten,” he said, scraping his teeth against your neck. But he relented, thrusting up into you with a hard pivot of his hips. The force in which he drove his cock into you sent things scattering to the floor from the desk’s top. Pens rocketed away, pages fluttered to the ground, books fell with a hard thumping clatter. You would later find that the desk itself had been shifted further into the room from how vehemently he pistoned himself into you.

It was as though he were as pent up and frustrated as you were, which is why you’d started this whole seduction game to begin with. This outcome, though, was so much more than you hoped for. Release after release was ripped from you, followed closely by his. You were certain that your cunt would be dripping his cum for weeks with how he flooded you over and over. And still he wasn’t through with you. His grunting moans and guttural cries were music in your ears.

Tightening your walls around him damn near made his knees buckle, and he had to catch himself by leaning heavily on the desk. “Tighter,” he commanded as all remaining threads of his control snapped. You could only obey, his name falling from your lips again and again in a breathless chant. His roaring grunts and moans did little to cover the shrieking groans of the desk scraping harshly across the tile. This coupling that had started as a game turned into a frenzied mating, your voices rising to join the cacophony of other sounds in the room, giving no care to anyone in the rest of the house that might hear.

Your bite found the corded muscle of his neck as the pleasure coiled tightly in your core once again. He’d already coaxed and ripped so many orgasms from you, but this one only kept building with every thrust. How bowed low over you and your back was nearly flat across the desk, growling and grunting in your ear at the sting of your teeth digging into his flesh. He hooked your legs over his arms, finally pressing you flat against the desk while he fucked into you at a frantic pace.

And then it washes over you in unrelenting waves, the most explosive release you’d ever had. You all but threw your head back, arching your back off the table while his name tore from you in a screaming cry of pleasure. His cock dug into you, so impossibly deep as he flooded you one last time with a harsh cry of his own. If anyone still remained in the house, it would be entirely evident what transpired in this office.

Your trembling body slumped into the desk, breathing ragged. You barely even had the energy to hold your hands against his heaving chest, barely registering the throaty chuckle rumbling beneath your palms. He peppered soft, slow kisses across your neck, touching on every single mark you didn’t even realize he’d made. His hands cradled your head, and you realized he’d put them there to prevent you from slamming your head against the hard wooden surface.

Fuck, but his bulk pressing you into the desk felt incredible. As did the lazy way in which he worshipped your body in the glow of the aftermath. You couldn’t help but run your hands through the silky strands of his hair, tangling your fingers there. And the kiss he gave you when he propped himself up on his forearms could only be described as hungry. He was insatiable, still somehow impossibly hard even as he pulled from you.

“Fuck, Sy,” you whimper. It was absurd how much your body craved him, even as exhaustion began to pull at you. He stood to his full height, half-lidded crimson gaze following his hand gliding over you.

“I’m never going to be able to us this office again,” he groans. “All I’m gonna be able to see now is you sprawled across my desk, this maddeningly sexy dress pushed up to your hips and leaking my cum even as my cock is still hard and wanting.”

His words made you squirm on the desk, whimpering to him. His cock lay hot and heavy on your pelvis, but you wanted him inside you again, wanted his heat spilling into you, wanted to hear him lose his composure again.

“Kitten,” he warns as you reach for him. “I could stand here and fuck you all night on my desk, but you need to rest.”

You complained as he removed himself from you, stuffing back into his trousers as best as he could while still fully erect. Then he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you through the house until he reached the bathroom. There, he started the shower and then made a show of peeling you out of your skintight dress. It really didn’t leave much to the imagination, but the reverent way that he kissed every inch of skin that was exposed made your breath hitch and your body hum with need.

He took you again in the shower, this time much less frantic and frenzied than in his office. It was slow and filled with burning passion. He brought you to completion under the hot spray, murmuring sweet nothings to you while you clung to him. Exhaustion tugged at you, and you leaned heavily against him as he washed your body and then your hair. After drying you, he wrapped you in a fluffy robe he bought especially for you. Then he carried you, sleepy and sated, to his bed. When he tried to set you down and leave, you clung to him obnoxiously, until he finally gave in and crawled in beside you with a chuckle.

You fell asleep, curled against his side and head resting on his chest, his fingers carding through your hair absentmindedly. The thrum of his heart beneath your ear was the sweetest lullaby you ever heard.

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Bullet(s) For My Valentine

Sylus x Reader

Sylus has never experienced a fear like this, seeing you bleeding out in his arms after taking bullets meant for him

Heavy angst, hurt/comfort

CW: gunshot wounds, emotional af Sylus, Zayne is just bestie

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Searing flames ripped through you. You’d never experienced being shot before, but there was a first for everything. 0/10, would not recommend.

You didn’t even know how things escalated to that point so quickly. Some illegal protocore dealings needed to be investigated, and you’d volunteered for the job on the off chance Sylus’s crew was involved. The contract was supposed to be a simple in and out intel gathering ordeal, but the perps must’ve caught wind of the investigation.

Sylus was indeed involved, but from Onychinus’s own investigative standpoint. You’d run into him while entering the building, and he quickly hatched a plan to become your escort.

When the pistols came into play, Sylus wasted no time taking down a handful of men. His evol made quick work of those his pistol couldn’t, and you knew it gave him a thrill.

But, he was so focused on that thrill that he didn’t notice a man sneaking around the shadows behind him. You saw him and leapt in the line of fire before the bullets could strike Sylus. Your own weapon discharged, the man fell to the ground before you did. You couldn’t even tell how many times you’d been hit, you just knew that your body was on fire.

“No!” Sylus had never shouted like that before, and the power behind it scared you. The room went dark, his evol erupting from him to snuff out every single potential threat, including your intel target. Damn it, so much for the mission. But that was the least of your worries.

Sylus knelt over you, pulling you into his arms and assessing the damage. All the while he muttered a string of curses, which included what sounded like “you beautiful idiot”.

Black spots danced in your vision when he lifted you into his arms. The darkness that swarmed you was tinged red, and you couldn’t tell if you were losing consciousness or if he was losing control of his evol. Which was impossible, surely? Sylus was the epitome of precise control.

“Stay with me,” he kept telling you, over and over. You tried focusing on him, on his face, but it was so hard with the fire in your veins. You wanted to assure him that you weren’t going anywhere, but even you had no idea how bad the damage was. You couldn’t pinpoint any one specific place for the pain, it was everywhere.

“Sylus,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to give in to the darkness that spotted your vision, but you were scared. And stubborn.

“Shhh, I’ve got you, love,” he murmured to you with a shaky voice, clutching you closer to him. The weightlessness you felt amplified further, and then you knew the red tinge was indeed his evol. He made quick work of the distance between the gathering and the base, but you succumbed to the darkness the moment he landed.

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“She’s not waking up. Why isn’t she waking up?” Sylus demanded, pacing the length of the room. He ran his hand through his hair for what felt like the millionth time. The doctor gave an exasperated sign, turning his glare towards Sylus.

After dropping the Association’s target at their doorstep, thankfully just unconscious, Sylus had recognized the doctor in front of him as someone his kitten trusted. And he….may have possibly maybe accidentally abducted the doctor in a fit of panic. It was faster than sending for his own medic, anyway.

The doctor, Zayne, put up a good fight with his own evol, right up until he saw her laying on the bed. Then he was all business, assessing her wounds and working to fix her up. Sylus had the twins bring any and all materials Zayne needed for this impromptu house call.

But now she lay so frighteningly still, unnaturally pale, on his bed, and Sylus had never experienced a bone-deep fear like this before. And the impatience that came with it was maddening. Zayne watched him with those annoyingly assessing eyes of his, choosing his words carefully.

“She’s stable. She has two perforating gunshot wounds in the lower left abdomen, so thankfully I don’t have to attempt fishing out the bullets. All vital organs were missed, as well, so she is incredibly lucky. An inch in any direction, and the outcome would be very different for everyone involved.”

Sylus exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours. She’ll be okay, he kept telling himself over and over. He scrubbed his face with his hands, slumping into a chair a short distance away. With his face still half cradled in his hands, he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. Meanwhile, Zayne continued his scrutiny from the stool Sylus had provided him.

“I’ll cut to the chase. I know very well who you are, but I want to know how you know her. And I want to know how she came to be in this condition, and if it will be a permanent issue from being around you.”

Sylus thought about his words carefully, ensuring that the adrenaline coursing through his blood wouldn’t make an enemy out of someone she respected. He was angry, but at himself and not the doctor in front of him. Zayne was right to be suspicious, since being the leader of a crime organization came with heaps of dangers that she would inevitably be exposed to. Yet the selfish side of Sylus abhorred the idea of letting her go to live a safer life.

“She was on a mission for the Association, and our goals happened to align. So, I went in with her in hopes of protecting her from dangerous people. Don’t look at me like that, I’m very well aware I’m also dangerous people,” Sylus said. “But somewhere, the mission went awry and she took the bullet that was meant for me, like a beautiful idiot.

“As for how I know her, that is a much longer conversation that I know you don’t have time for right now. And when she is out of danger and you have more time, we will talk about it and my intentions for her. Just know that I would give my life for her, I have given my life for her, and I will ensure she wants for nothing.”

Zayne kept his calculating gaze on Sylus, rolling his words around for a minute before relaxing his guard with a curt nod. Sylus’s shoulders drooped, thankful that the man in front of him seemed reasonable enough. Either that, or he was also insane. No matter, Sylus liked him well enough, and would do anything to stay on his good side for her sake.

“I may be her doctor, but I am also one of her closest friends. If you hurt her in any way, you will have me to answer to.”

And Sylus knew he would be good on his threat. Zayne was formidable with the ice in his veins, and Sylus was glad to have an ally out of him, rather than an enemy. The two men stood, clasping hands.

“Thank you,” Sylus said, his voice thick with an unnamed emotion. Zayne nodded once, turning to look at her again before stepping from the room. Sylus had arranged a car for him to take him back to Linkon. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t allow anyone to see the way to or from his home. But that privilege was extended to Zayne by proxy.

After a few silent moments, Zayne popped his head back in through the doorway. “She’s very accident prone, so you’re going to have your hands full. Good luck, and don’t hesitate to call for me.”

Sylus chuckled when he retreated once more. Accident prone, indeed.

He settled into the stool that Doctor Zayne vacated, waiting for her wake up. Anxiety coursed through him, despite the doctor’s reassurances. This was the first time in…a long time that he felt helpless. He just desperately needed her to open her eyes again, to hear her voice. Hell, he’d even take her casual bullying over this.

But all he could do was sit and wait.

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You wove in and out of consciousness, continuously being pulled back under despite your efforts to claw your way back to the waking world. Flashes of conversation with muffled voices you couldn’t focus on. At some point you swore you could hear Zayne in the room, but that would be impossible. From the few visual snippets you could snag, you were definitely in Sylus’s bed. The absurdity of that idea, that Zayne could be here of all places finally convinced you to give in to the depths.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you were finally able to return to reality. You came to your senses much slower than you would have liked, but when you finally peeled open your eyes, you quickly shut them again. Even the dim lamplight in the corner of the room made you flinch. Yet, when you felt the weight of something by your hand, your eyes shot back open.

Sylus sat slumped over the side of the bed, his head resting on his crossed arms. It was a brief moment of vulnerability that he rarely showed, and something swelled in your chest at the sight. With great effort, you lifted your hand, brushing silvery strands of his hair from his face. He inhaled sharply in waking, and then his eyes sprung open once he realized you were touching him.

“Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again,” he admonished immediately, his voice cracking with emotion. You thought you could see his eyes become watery, but he clenched them closed when he brought your hand to his lips. He held it there while he struggled to regain his composure. After a few deep breaths, he finally opened his eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” you croak. With a soft sigh, Sylus reaches over to the side table, pouring you a glass of water. When you tried to take it from him, he brushed your hand aside. He held the glass up to your lips, assisting you in taking long sips. Once finished, he placed the glass back on the side table, staring at it for a moment while he gathered his thoughts.

“Kitten,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with myself.”

“But why?” Your voice was stronger now that the water eased the scratch of it. He closed his eyes again, jaw clenching as though he were in pain.

“Because I failed to protect you. If you’d been killed while under my watch…” he said in a strangled tone, one that suggested he had tortured himself incessantly with the what-ifs. Your heart lurched at the torment that laced his voice.

“i’m okay, though, Sy. My dumb mistakes aren’t your fault,” you said, reaching out to cup his cheek in your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, placing his hand over yours.

“I would have my every weakness exposed and exploited than to see you hurt like that again,” he murmured against your palm. A single tear escaped, trailing down his cheek before colliding with your hand. You used the pad of your thumb to wipe it away, heart breaking at the devastatingly beautiful man in front of you failing to maintain his usually rock-solid composure.

“Sy..” you whispered, not sure how to comfort him. You were alive and mostly intact, and now you were determined to be more careful in the future. You didn’t think your heart could bear seeing him like this again.

Before more could be said, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Boss?” Came Kieran’s voice on the other side. “The doc’s here.”

Sylus cleared his throat and stood. He let his eyes linger on you for a moment before going to the door and opening it. Dread filled you when you saw Zayne enter, and your eyes darted between the two men.

Zayne and Sylus exchanged a look before Sylus wordlessly nodded and left the room. Confusion and terror roiled through you and you struggled to grasp for any excuse you could come up with. But those excuses died on your tongue when Zayne turned his calculating gaze on you. He just stood there for a moment, staring, looking like he was collecting his thoughts. He said nothing as he approached the bed and placed his medic bag by the table. Only when he sat did he heave a sigh and then opened his mouth.

“Relax,” he said calmly. “You don’t have to try and make up some lie about who Sylus is, or how you know the head of Onychinus. I’m here as your doctor first, friend second.”

You relax, but only slightly. Zayne being here and knowing exactly who Sylus was spoke a lot to how scared Sylus was. You longed to pry for information about this new development, but you breath came up short when Zayne helped you to sit up. He removed the bandages and assessed your wounds, nodding in approval at seeing you were healing well enough. He redressed the wounds and then sat back in his stool. His gaze had always unsettled you- it felt like he could see right into your soul. As a result, you’d never been able to lie to him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you,” you say, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“How long has it been?” He asked quietly. You looked back at him, confused.

“For what?”

“How long have you known him? How do you know him?”

You took your time thinking back over the events of the last year, trying to pinpoint where your relationship with Sylus changed from business to something more intimate.

“I think…it’s almost been a year? I tried to infiltrate the N109 Zone, but ended up crossing paths with someone who intended me harm. Sylus and the twins swooped in and saved me. I hated him at first, but I realize now that there was a lot I didn’t know at the time. I thought he was responsible for Gran and Caleb…”

Your words trailed off and you shrugged. “But things are…different now. I’ve come to trust him almost as much as I trust you.”

Zayne gave you one of his small smiles, the kind you knew meant that he was content with your answer.

“I can tell that he loves you,” he said warmly, placing his hand on your arm to still your fidgeting. “When he dragged me here, I thought he intended to use me against you. But instead, he brought me here because he knew you trusted me. He also insisted on my monitoring your condition, rather than bringing in his own man. He also tried to pay me quite the sum for the perceived inconvenience.”

Zayne leaned in, narrowing his eyes slightly. “How did you end up hurt like this?”

“The Association sent me on an intel gathering mission and Sylus happened to be there for the same reason, though for his own research. A fight broke out, guns happened, and next thing I know I’m diving into the line of fire so he doesn’t get hit in the back. I know, I know, it was stupid of me,” you huff. “I did it without thinking, even knowing he can instantly heal from something like that.”

“The same story he gave m- wait.” Zayne’s eyes widened. “Instantly heal? And how do you know he’s capable of such a thing?”

You clamped your mouth shut, awkwardly staring at Zayne while he stared at you in shock. Unfortunately, this was another one of those moments that you wouldn’t be able to lie to Zayne, and he would never let the question go. His medical mind would hyper-fixate on it until he got his answer.

“W-well,” you start, wondering how you should word it. “I mmmmaybe…sorta…shot him point blank in the chest when we first met. But he started it!”

Zayne sat back in the stool heavily, eyes wide with incredulity. You could almost see the gears turning in his head. “And he…healed…from that?”

“Yeah, with his evol. Ask him if you don’t believe me, but he’s the one that provoked me!”

A small hmm sound was all he replied with. He didn’t get a chance to press it further, as Sylus knocked and poked his head into the room.

“It was still painful as all hell,” he quipped, clearly having heard the conversation. Zayne waved him into the room. “Thankfully, we haven’t had a repeat performance.”

Zayne sat in silence, turning this new information over in his mind. Sylus came in, sitting at your feet and placing a hand on your leg, over the pile of blankets covering you. Zayne’s eyes zeroed in on the motion and he looked back at you.

“As long as you are safe and happy,” he said softly, letting the previous conversation go way too easily. You could detect worry in his gaze, but he quickly hid it being that stoic facade he was masterful at.

“I am,” you reply with a smile. Zayne’s eyes darted between you and Sylus, and you could feel Sylus’s eyes locked on the side of your face. Zayne nodded and stood, followed by Sylus so he could show the doctor out.

“If he ever tries anything, you better tell me,” Zayne said sternly, narrowing his eyes at the other man. Sylus’s warm chuckle reverberated in the room at the thinly-veiled threat.

“She is more than capable of handling herself, but no harm will come to her ever again. I will see to it personally.”

Zayne nodded, content with Sylus’s declaration. He strode towards the door, rambling off a list of care details that Sylus listened to with rapt attention. Zayne’s approval meant everything to you, and you felt like you could breathe easier. You didn’t realize how much it weighed on you, having to hide your relationship from the only friend you had left from your childhood. You briefly wondered if Caleb, who was notoriously more protective of you, would have approved of Sylus, too. But that line of thinking was dangerous, so you pushed it from your head. Instead, you started thinking about how Zayne would try to figure out how Sylus’s evol granted him near immortality.

You settled back against the mountain of pillows that Sylus provided you. It looked like he went through the house and brought every single one available to you, along with hoards of blankets, effectively cocooning you in a nest of comfort. The thought and care in those small details made your heart swell and you smiled to yourself.

And then the absurd man reentered the room holding a massive bouquet of roses in one hand, and a bag containing takeout in the other. You let out a bark of laughter at the unexpected arrival, covering your face with your hands. Sylus flashed a brilliant smile at you, and it stole your breath away. You wanted to see that smile every single day.

“What’s all this?” You ask, still laughing merrily. He set the bouquet on the side table and you reached out to touch the velvety petals. The flowers were a deep burgundy color, darker and more purple tinted than typical red roses. Breathtakingly beautiful, just like the man in front of you.

“I had the boys run an errand, and had them pick this up on their way home before taking Doctor Zayne back to Linkon,” Sylus said, a soft blush staining the tips of his ears. Home. With Sylus. You decided you liked the sound of that.

The remainder of the night was spent splitting delicious food and engaging in light banter. He meticulously took care of you, even though exhaustion was evident in the dark circles under his eyes and the airy quality of his voice.

It took effort, but you finally convinced him to curl against your side, opposite to your wounds. The moment he did, his entire body relaxed into you and he fell asleep almost instantly. Days of running himself ragged finally came to an end, and you stroked his hair gently while he slept. All the while, you pondered your thoughts and assessing your emotions.

And you came to the conclusion that you were helplessly in love with the man at your side, the leader of Onychinus and the most wanted man on Earth, perhaps the universe.

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Primal Pull

Rafayel x Reader

CW: Rafayel in rut, breeding kink, Lemurian knot, i’m purposefully embarrassing Thomas again

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

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Something was off. You couldn’t tell what it was, but there was something in the way that adrenaline seemed to course through you without reason, coiling tight around your chest. It was like your nervous system was certain it was being hunted for sport, except with undertones of…something that you couldn’t really pinpoint.

You took the day off as a result. Focusing on work would be impossible with the amount of distraction thrumming through you. A shiver wracked you suddenly and aggressively, and you had a passing thought that maybe you were getting sick. You cocooned yourself in your blankets, curling back in bed. It wasn’t until early evening that you fully roused yourself.

With an over exaggerated groan, you rolled over in bed and retrieved your phone. Lighting up the screen, you saw missed calls from Thomas. Listening to the series of voicemails he left, a smile alighted on your face. Something about Rafayel being a moody booty, and Thomas asking you to go to his house and deal with him so that their deadline wouldn’t be missed. The way Thomas always seemed to rely on you to make Rafayel be cooperative made you laugh. It’d basically become a game to you. Even better was the fact that you could always seem to bully Rafayel into doing what needed to be done.

With an amused huff, you dragged yourself out of bed and readied yourself. Showered and dressed, you felt better than when you first woke up, but there was still a hint of something unsettled in you. The cute new dress you wore was one you’ve wanted to wear for a while, but the weather never permitted. It was still cloudy, but the persistent rain finally ceased the night before. It was just too bad the skirt was too short to ride your motorcycle to Rafayel’s villa. Ah, well. You win some, you lose some.

The closer you got to the villa, the more it felt like something was pulling you to him. It wasn’t painful, actually the opposite. Like the distance allowed for slack in the tether, easing the tension in the rope and uncoiling it from your chest. When you reached his doorstep, you felt like you were finally able to breathe easier, and the relief was a curious sensation.

The door was unlocked, which suggested to you that Rafayel was home. However, when you entered his home and called out for him, he didn’t respond. Concern knit your brow as you pressed further into the house.

You found him easily, sitting on the couch in his studio. Sitting was a loose definition, as really he was slumped and leaning heavily into the back of the couch, an arm draped over his face where his head rested on the back of the couch. Your heart lurched painfully at the thought that he might be hurt, so you rushed forward.

“Rafayel?” You question, removing his arm from across his face, which was flushed deeply. He kept his eyes closed, scrunching up his face at the intrusion of moonlight splashing across his face. You reached out to cup his cheek, attempting to rouse him further, and noticed that his scales stood out against his skin. Heat radiated from him, as though he had a fever, and you relaxed ever so slightly. Not an injury, thankfully, but this situation felt awfully familiar.

“Cutie,” he groaned pitifully, turning his face to nuzzle into your hand. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Nonsense, you should have someone taking care of you when you’re sick,” you say, trying to gauge his temperature with your hand. He made it difficult when his face kept chasing your touch. Then he grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand back down to cup his cheek. He inhaled deeply at your wrist, and you were reminded of a night long since past. A night where he went insane over a silly perfume. Well, you definitely weren’t wearing that perfume at this moment, yet his reaction was nearly identical.

“You should leave,” he urged, his lips brushing your wrist in a feather-light touch. “While I’m still in the right frame of mind to let you go.”

“Don’t be dumb, I’m not gonna leave you like this,” you say, pinching his cheek gently. He attempted to pout, but it fell flat and he dropped his head against the back of the sofa with a breathy groan.

“You don’t understand,” he whined. You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. So you settled onto the couch beside him, knee knocking against his thigh.

“Okay? So, help me understand,” you press. And then a thought comes to you, your eyes following the glimmering trail of scales on his neck and dusting his cheeks. No wonder you thought it felt familiar. “Wait, is it Ebb Day again, already?”

“I wish it was that simple,” he mumbled. “That I can at least sleep through. This is way more embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about being sick,” you say, nudging his shoulder. He inhaled sharply when your hand made contact with his skin. And it was no wonder; it felt like an electric current coursed through you from every contact point you had with him.

He turned his head away from you, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. The only part you could make out was “I’m not sick”, so you poked at him until he repeated it louder. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but it seemed as though his face was somehow even more red.

“I’m going through a rut, and I’ve never experienced it before,” he grumbled.

“Oh, that’s not so bad, then. Everyone gets stuck in a rut every now and then,” you say, stroking his arm in what you hoped was a reassuring way.

Rafayel barked a laugh, the sudden sound at odds with the quiet ambiance of the room. A kind of laugh you’d never heard from him before. He rolled his face back to you, the mirth sparkling in those oceanic eyes. He reached a hand up to cup your cheek, running the pad of his thumb along the edge of your lower lip. Your breath hitched, his touch paired with the intensity of his gaze stirring something in you.

“Miss Bodyguard,” he chuckled again. “My darling.”

Your brows drew down in confusion. “What?”

The smile falling from his face was the only warning you got. He sat up abruptly, leaning into you and crushing his lips against yours.This kiss was far different than ones you’d shared previously. Gone was the soft sensuality that you were accustomed to, in its place a hunger so great that your very essence was devoured with every stroke of his tongue against yours.

When he finally broke away from you, he pressed his forehead against yours. Shaky breaths mingled between you, and you all but melted against him during the contact. Your hands rested against his neck to cup the base of his head, threading your fingers into his hair. The rough texture of his scales scraped lightly against your palm, heightening your awareness of him.

“When a Lemurian finds their mate,” he breathes, pausing to kiss you again. “We sometimes experience a full body pull to them. Like some primal instinct takes over, and…well.”

He didn’t finish his thought, instead taking your hand and dragging it down the length of his body until it landed…oh. It was your turn to flush, the moan he released sinking into you when your hand came into contact with his hardened length. You hadn’t even noticed his tented trousers when you entered the room, but everything came into sharp focus now.

“So…when you say ‘rut’…you don’t mean…artistically,” you say, feeling your face redden further with every word. Yet, you didn’t remove your hand. His palm fell on your bare knee, your knee that was pressed into his thigh. Heat blazed in his touch, and he trembled with the effort of restraint.

“Yeah,” he whined, burying his face against your neck and inhaling deeply. His breath was let out in a shaky gust, lips drifting across your skin. “Your scent…it’s everywhere.”

You gripped his cock through the fabric, earning a moan from him. He shifted his hips, pressing into your touch further. You tugged at his hair to bring his mouth back to yours, taking up his lips in the same kind of crushing kiss he started with. Tongues tangled and danced, hands roamed, and you could feel a rightness settle in you. Like this was exactly what you needed to happen when you woke up.

Rafayel’s hand moved up your thigh, dipping under the hem of your skirt. Shivers wracked your body until his advance stopped at your hip. His touch was like fire, and it ignited something deep inside you. It coiled in you, low in your belly. It was like that thread from earlier, the one pulling you to Rafayel, curled in anticipation.

You felt your bodice slacken, realizing his other hand snuck up to slowly pull the zipper down. With a small chuckle, you helped him by shrugging out of the bodice until you were bare to him from the waist up. With a heady moan, he hauled you into his lap and latched onto one of your breasts. You sucked in a breath, arching into him and gripping at his hair. His tongue swirled against you nipple, teeth scraping against your flesh every now and then. The sensations shot through you, sending a pulse to your core where it was pressed against his length.

“Rafayel,” you moaned, shifting your hips to grind on him. “I need you.”

He groaned, swinging you around so that you now lay under him. Your legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, ensuring he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.

“Cutie,” he breathed, looking at you intently. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you respond, firmly pulling him down atop you and taking the opportunity to unbutton his shirt. “As sure as I ever will be with anything.”

“I don’t think-“ he huffed, interrupting his own sentence with a hard kiss.

“I will be able to be gentle,” he finally finished when he came up for air. He sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt off. Then you helped him slide your dress down your legs before he settled over you once more.

“I’m not asking you to be gentle,” you say, slanting your mouth back over his again. The fabric of his trousers strained to contain him, and you reached between your bodies to flick open the button to free him. Taking him in hand, you stroked him and devoured the moans he released into your mouth. His hips jerked forward to chase your grip whenever your hand got too close to the tip of his cock, as though he were afraid you’d stop. Root to tip, you stroked him over and over, his ceaseless moans growing louder.

Distracted by the sensation of your hand wrapped around his cock, his lips hovered over yours. It allowed you to watch his expressions; how his brows drew down, how his nose scrunched adorably, how his jaw clenched while trying to hold back his moans. And the relax of those features as he gave in to the waves of pleasure.

With a guttural cry and stuttering thrusts of his hips, you felt him spill against your stomach. You kept your grip on him, feeling the pulsing throb of his cock as his climax washed over him. A feeling you couldn’t name swelled in you, a sort of satisfaction at bringing the beautiful man atop you to completion with just your touch.

“Mmh, Cutie,” he said, his voice taking on a huskier quality. “I’m just gonna apologize now if I get too rough with you, but you make it very hard to hold back.”

“So don’t hold back, give me everything you have,” you say, shimmying under him to remove your underwear. He sat back on his heels again to look at you, drinking in every curve and detail. His hand splayed on your stomach, spreading the mess he made there with an aroused huff. Then he used those fingers to dip into your slicked folds, curling them just inside. He watched your reaction to his touch with those damnable eyes that were half-lidded with unrestrained desire.

And then he…oh, fuck. He removed those fingers from you, lifting them to his mouth and tasting your arousal mixed with his release. He groaned, eyes fluttering closed as bliss spread across his face. It was a sight that would be seared into your brain, and you weren’t certain how you’d be able to face him normally ever again with that memory constantly rolling in your head.

When he opened his eyes again, you noted a faint blue glow to them. His gaze locked onto yours, and you had a feeling he wasn’t all Rafayel, but also something other. It reminded you of your brush with the Sea God, but you felt no fear. Only a contentment that settled in you, a piece of something that was missing falling into place.

He kicked out of his trousers, not even breaking eye contact. When he settled back over you, his cock lay heavy and hot against your pelvis. It wasn’t the first time you wondered how he would fit inside you, but you knew very well that he would. It always amazed you how splendidly he filled you, and you squirmed in anticipation.

Hungry. It was the best way that you could describe the way that he devoured you. His mouth easily coaxed you open, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. The way that he thrust his tongue into your mouth was indicative of how he would plunder your body, a sort of foreshadowing.

He gathered your legs, setting them against his shoulders and effectively folding you in half. True to his words, there was nothing gentle about the way he plunged into you. He filled you with one swift stroke, sinking deep into you. He didn’t offer any time for your body to get used to him, instead taking to thrusting into you over and over. Not that you needed to adjust to him, anyway. Your body was ready and more than willing to take the full length of him without pause.

He slammed into you, grinding against you with every full forward thrust. Your moans mixed with his, rising to echo through the studio. All you could do was cling to him, digging your nails into his skin as he fucked you hard into the sofa cushions beneath you. He all but crushed you beneath him, using your willing body to drive himself towards release. Fuck, the sounds of him slamming into you propelled you towards madness. You needed more, needed him to take you deeper and harder than he already was.

“R-Ra..fayel,” you moaned into his mouth, which hovered low over yours. You weren’t even sure when the kiss ended, but all concentration turned to where you were connected below. You absorbed all of his moans, groans, and growls, his pleasure working to heightening your own.

“Ngh, fuck, when you say my name like that, Cutie,” he said, his hips snapping forward more forcefully. He set a punishing pace, each stroke of his cock bringing you closer to the edge at such a rapid pace.

“Rafayel,” you moan again, voice louder. He bucked into you at a frenzied tempo, barely pulling out before slamming back into you. The pressure with each strike was enough to send you hurtling over the edge without so much as a warning. You cried out his name over and over, a breathless chant even as he continued to thrust into you.

With a cry of his own, he plunged into you as deep as he could go. Searing heat filled you, overwhelming your cunt with every pulsing twitch of his cock. It was as though liquid fire was flooding you, but fuck if it didn’t feel so damn good. Your body drank him in, every lingering flutter of your cunt milking him for his every last drop.

“Mmh, don’t….don’t move,” he whimpers when you shift under him. “I’m sorry.”

Confusion pooled in you at his apology, followed by worry as he began to tremble. He kept you in place, his cock still buried deep in you. His face was still flushed, and the shimmery blue of his scales stood out in stark contrast. His eyes were clenched closed, and each breath he took sounded labored.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, voice strained. “I can’t stop it.”

You were just about to ask what “it” was when you felt….something. You weren’t really sure how to explain it, you weren’t even sure what was happening. But it felt as though Rafayel’s cock was somehow growing larger, stretching you further than your body was ready to accommodate. He murmured apologies and encouragement in your ear, slipping into Lemurian tongue the more he went. You flinched once at the sting, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. If anything, whatever it was that now locked Rafayel to you just aroused you all the more.

“Rafayel,” you begged, needing to feel him move inside you again. He whimpered, hips jerking at the breathy quality of your voice in his ear. He buried his face in your neck, nuzzling you and inhaling deeply.

He finally began moving in you again, much shorter thrusts that were constrained by whatever that bulge at the base of his cock was. He couldn’t pull from you, only the tiniest of movement was allowed by that knot, but it was enough. The stretch of him buried in you, the way he filled you. It was all too much and you felt your body begin to tremble before you could even feel the pleasure coil in your belly. Somehow, this climax was far more explosive than the first, and you threw your head back into the cushions below you while you cried out. You felt his release searing through you again, his guttural moans muffled with his face buried in your neck.

His body continued to jerk, a seemingly never ending orgasm just pumping into you. Even when it seemed like it would be over, his hips would jerk forward and start the process over again. You clung to him, your own release being ripped from you over and over until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against your neck. “I-I don’t know if I can stop.”

He took pity on you, releasing your legs from his hold to let you wrap them much more comfortably around his waist. The shift put new pressure on his cock, and he hissed in pleasure. It also made you much more aware of that bulged base of him, lodged tightly in place. It was just more of a reminder that Rafayel was far from human- not that it ever bothered you. Even more was that emblem blazed on his chest, a sigil that seemed to alight every time you engaged in some form of intimacy with each other.

Bathed in the light of the full moon, you lay intertwined with each other. You thought that perhaps whatever primal instinct had taken over Rafayel had abated, but you were sorely mistaken. He pumped himself into you with only the briefest of pauses between each shuttering climax. You lost count how many times his hips snapped forward, how many times your body shattered around him, how many times your voices joined each other in pleasured cries.

Dusk had long turned to night when his body finally released its vice grip on him and he was able to relax into you. The knot, or whatever it was, subsided and he collapsed on top of you. His breathing was ragged and you could feel his heart thundering. You stroked his sweat-slicked hair, working to steady your own breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, nuzzling his head against your chest. “If I knew it was gonna be like that, I would’ve tried harder to send you away.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you reassured, kissing the crown of his hair. It was true, this was an experience with him that you wouldn’t trade for the world. You just wished you knew what triggered such a thing, so you could be better prepared for him should it happen again. Both of you were drenched in sweat from the exertion, but it seemed that his fever from earlier had disappeared. So had most of the scales and the ominous blue glow from his eyes.

“Come,” you said, determined to get him up and into a bath, with a pitcher of ice cold water shared between you. You nudged him, but he groaned and didn’t move.

“I already did. Way too many times, I might add.”

“Oh my god,” you say with a laugh, softly punching him in the shoulder.

“Yes?” He chuckled. You hit him in the shoulder again, and he laughed playfully. He grabbed your fist, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Then a quick kiss on your lips and he was sitting up. You mourned the loss of his weight over you, but thirst became too great a need to ignore any longer.

After chugging what felt like a gallon of water between the two of you, a bath was drawn and you were tucked in front of him in the hot water. Soreness already began to seep into your muscles, but you didn’t let that deter you from exploring his body more and asking questions about hiss Lemurian anatomy. He didn’t have a lot to answer with, since that’d been the first time he’d ever experienced such an event. He couldn’t even tell you what triggered it, just that he woke up that morning and heat engulfed him, with no relief until you’d walked through his door.

So, you spent the night locked in each other’s embrace. He took you, over and over, his appetite for you seemingly never ending. This time it was the kind of lovemaking that you were accustomed to, anywhere between soft and sweet or rough and wild. You loved every second of it, even the sloppy overstimulated portions towards the end. When exhaustion finally took over, you were wrapped in his embrace, his head tucked against the back of your neck with his soft snores fanning across your skin.

You completely forgot about Thomas’s call earlier. And even more, you were entirely unaware that he’d been calling during the first moments of your tryst, and that call had connected as your dress fell to the ground.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning that you came to the mortifying realization that the poor man had accidentally heard everything.

[himbodruid]

Bout to give my readers second hand embarrassment when i finish this Rafayel x Reader fic

Read the full fic now!

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ʚ♡ɞMoments With Himʚ♡ɞ

Each of these super short drabble fics are purposefully open-ended so that you can interchange “Him” with your preferred LaDS man!

You can also find all of them compiled on Ao3!

🔞 With Him 🔞

While not explicit, these do have nsfw elements

His Shirt

Tea Time

🌸 With Him 🌸

These are primarily sfw, but may be suggestive

First Kiss

More to come!

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｡˚𓇼 Rafayel Masterlist 𓇼 ˚｡

Most, if not all, of the following can be found on Ao3

🔞 Rafayel x Reader smut 🔞

Promised Wildfire

Painting Lessons

Dare to be Bold

Primal Pull

Rafayel x Reader non-smut

Storm

Respite

Nightmares

Relief

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❅⋆₊❆⋆Zayne Masterlist ❅⋆₊❆⋆

Most, if not all, of the following can be found on Ao3

🔞 Zayne x Reader smut 🔞

Desperation in Yearning

Silent Poem

Carnival of Rust

Zayne x Reader non-smut

Coming soon!

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⊹ ˚₊𓅨 Sylus Masterlist 𓅨₊˚⊹

Most, if not all, of the following can be found on Ao3

🔞 Sylus x Reader smut 🔞

A Dragon In Rut

A Dragon In Love

Crying Wolf

Midnight Warmth

Mirror, Mirror

One More Night

Ancient Instinct

Close Proximity

Neon Steam

A Wager, If You Will

Caught In The Act

Sylus x Reader non-smut

Tara’s Teasing

Stayrus

Claim

Draw The Line

Bullet(s) For My Valentine

🔞 Sylus x named!MC 🔞

A Kitten and a Crow: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[himbodruid]

If my fic list keeps growing the way it is, i might have to make separate MasterLists for each LI and link it to one main post lol

[himbodruid]

First Kiss

Your time together has always been companionable. Whether it’s having dinner together or going out together. But something along the way shifted in the way you saw him. You caught yourself sneaking glances at him, assuming he was oblivious to your observations of him. You became more bold and open with your staring as time progresses, drinking in every striking detail of his face; from his eyes, to his nose, to his lips.

And, oh, how your gaze linger on those lips. You couldn’t help the thoughts that enter your mind, wondering how they would feel against yours. How he would feel pressed against you.

You grew increasingly frustrated. It wasn’t anything that he did, but rather what he didn’t do. Through all his teasing, he never made the first move, and left you wondering if you were imagining the connection that sparked between you.

Until one day, you had enough.

You were so utterly done with all his teasing glances, the quirk of a smile on his lips, the way his gaze flicked to your mouth and back. So, you drag him to you and crush your moth against his. But when he freezes, doubt pours into you and you push him away. His wide-eyed stare bores into you, but you don’t dare look at him. It’s embarrassing enough to lose your composure, and you couldn’t bear to see the look of shocked disgust that you were convinced was on his face.

Then he crooks a finger under your chin, gently coaxing you back to face him. The warmth in his eyes and the soft smile he wears indicates that, just maybe, you didn’t misread his signals after all.

“Took you long enough,” he says before leaning back into you and giving you the kiss that you’ve been daydreaming about for an embarrassing length of time.

He was waiting for you to make the first move since the beginning, waiting for you to come to him so that he wouldn’t seem overbearing and frighten you away.

And now he clung to you with the same intensity that you clung to him.