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ve1vet-cake · 22 days

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Dawnbreaker!Zayne x reader SMUT

Warnings: ooc? maybe?, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), zayne gets pussydrunk, mc gets cockdrunk, some fluff and angst (bc of dawnbreaker story), general spoiler for dawnbreaker, mc basically cheats on Dr. Zayne with Dawnbreaker? (is fine they the same person<3), female MC, probably cringe dialogue (i can't write interactions), not proofread sadge

Wordcount: 3k+

MDNI

nsfw under cut

"Happy Birthday to you..."

Her gaze shifted from the cake to the man standing before her, his hazel eyes solely focused on her.

For him, it felt like time had stopped. The way her lips moved as she sang, the sound of her voice..

It felt all too real. Too real to be a dream. He dared to reach out, the tips of his fingers brushing against her cheek, hopeful he could feel her.

And he did.

His eyes fluttered slightly as he gently caressed her skin. He couldn't fathom that he was touching her.. Feeling her warmth.

She just watched, her eyes scanning over his face.

She was aware that this wasn't Dr. Zayne.. but she felt that it was still... Zayne. Different, but still him. Only he looked at her like this.

Only he touched her like this.

Did your wish come true..?

She smiled softly as he gave her an inquisitive and overwhelmed look.

The adoration in his eyes even surpassed that of Dr. Zayne's eyes. It was like a longing.. a craving that was finally being satiated

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Far more than a wish.. a dream came true..

He was actually speaking to her, voice breathless and hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in months. His consciousness pressing forth with each syllable that left his lips.

The woman smiled and set the cake down on the table to keep it safe before her hands gently tugged him down by his collar, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Happy Birthday, ominous stranger..

The sweet giggle leaving her lips made him blush, a shiver had run down his spine when their lips connected for a sweet and innocent peck.

Surprisal and adoration was written all over his face.

You.. know that I'm not.. the doctor..?

She looked up at him amused.

It's obvious for me to know.

She hummed, fidgeting with his collar.

Your mannerisms, your aura.. Even the way you speak and your pitch shift.

She smiled, looking at him sweetly, her hands now cupping his cheeks.

But you're still Zayne..

She stared into his eyes, drowning in the hazel orbs.

And I can see...

She pulled him closer, their noses almost touching and his hands finding their way to her waist in an attempt to balance himself.

That you love me. Maybe even more than Dr. Zayne does.. There's this.. sadness.. lingering around you..

She brushed his hair out of his eyes.

As if you were afraid of letting go.. As if I were a dream you don't wish to wake up from.

He stared at her, swallowing hard at her words as pent up feelings of desperation, yearning and frustration bubbled up inside of him. He had waited for so long to meet her. Wished and hoped to hold her.

And she was right. This was a dream he didn't wish to ever end.

You don't know how right you are..

He leaned down, his eyes fluttering shut as he kissed her again. This time with more want, need.

This time it was his turn to pull her closer, having her wrap her arms around his neck.

It felt so nice to feel her in his arms. To have a chance to taste her lips.

He couldn't stop. He wanted more. Feel her more.

His fingers dug into her waist, earning a soft gasp from her.

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Without thinking his tongue dipped past her parted lips, his head tilting to the side as he deepened the kiss. The small noises of contentment she made caused his mind to go fuzzy.

Zayne had waited for so long to even speak to her.

He never could've dreamed about kissing her, let alone slowly moving her against the wall behind her. The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity, both getting lost in the feeling of each other's lips, the taste of the other on their tongues.

It was too much. When she finally moved her head to the side to break the kiss Zayne followed her subconsciously, not wanting to part despite the lack of oxygen making them pant.

As she caught her breath he planted soft kisses along her jaw and cheek, murmuring quiet declarations of love into her skin.

It made her shudder with want, her breath catching in her throat when his lips grazed a particular spot on her neck.

He gently nipped at her skin, feeling the need to mark her. The feeling of his teeth against her skin made her moan softly, her head leaning towards him to feel him closer.

Is.. is this okay..?

His voice was quiet, careful as he looked up to meet her dazed gaze.

Mhm.. Keep going...

He hummed and placed more open mouthed kisses on her skin, occasionally sucking in her flesh to leave spots of red on her.

Zayne felt like he was drowning in her sounds and embrace, the way she held onto him, the way her moans made his head spin..

Do.. you want to go further...?

He finally stood up straight, looking down at the woman caged between his arms.

She nodded and kissed his neck in return.

Please..

She held onto his shoulders and looked at him pleadingly.

He swallowed, gently picking her up and walking over to the couch. Carefully he laid her down, his eyes focused on the way she already arched softly, her hands next to her head.

May I?

Zayne motioned to her clothes, only proceeding to strip her out of them when she gave him a small nod.

He took his time, slowly removing each item of clothing. He inspected each layer that came off first before examining the skin he revealed.

His fingertips brushed over her collarbones, slowly travelling to her breasts.

He seemed so enamoured with her, it made her heart melt.

Your beauty even surpasses the aurora..

Zayne looked at her with pure affection, leaning down and kissing her collarbones.

Meanwhile his hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, swiftly ridding her of the item.

He swallowed as he looked at her bare chest, his hands coming up to give them a gentle squeeze. The way he gently played with them, thumbs grazing over the hardened nipples made her sigh in satisfaction. She watched on as he massaged her, the lust clouding his eyes making her smile softly.

When his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves a gasp escaped her lips. His gentle sucking and the way his tongue played with it enough to make her back arch into him.

Her other breast was massaged by his right hand, the other sliding over her arm to intertwine their fingers. The intimacy of it made her core clench in anticipation.

Zayne briefly switched to the other breast, looking up at her to determine how much she enjoyed his ministrations.

The look of soft pleasure on her face made his heart race.

He released her with a plop when he felt her free hand tug at his clothes.

Take them off too.. Please?

She gave him such a sweet look, her kiss swollen lips pulled into a small pout.

Of course..

Without looking away from her he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly sliding it off of his body. Her hands found their way to his chest and abs, an appreciative hum leaving her.

He inhaled shakily, his gaze shifting to her travelling hand.

You.. have no idea what you're doing to me..

Zayne's lust-clouded eyes finally focused her face again.

With a small smirk she replied.

I think I do have an idea... Given how.. noticeable your excitement is.

She felt cocky, palming him through his pants causing him to almost topple over with a surprised whimper.

Luckily he caught himself by holding onto the arm and backrest of the couch.

Poor Zayne.. so touch starved..

He gritted his teeth.

You have.. no idea..

Low moans and whimpers came from the hunched over man. Head hanging low and eyes squeezed shut as he tried to break away from the pleasure she was already giving him.

Wow.. You sure are sensitive when you're already this lost in pleasure...

Zayne opened his eyes to peer into the woman's.

If.. you waited.. years for a chance like this.. You'd...

He panted, leaning down closer.

Also be.. this desperate for an ounce of pleasure...

She stared up at him with such innocent curiosity it felt like his heart was about to give out.

Fuck.. don't look.. at me like that...

The look he gave her made her clench. Eyes knitted in irritation, cheeks and ears dusted with red. The unexpected curse stirred something within her and she could've sworn she was capable of coming undone just from his voice and look alone. She barely even noticed he'd moved until she felt his lips crash into hers, capturing her in a hungry kiss.

With shaking hands Zayne impatiently removed the remaining clothing from the woman's body, her coming out of her daze and hastily opening his pants.

The need she felt for him didn't even compare to the years of longing he had endured. Years of dreaming about her, loving her without even being sure of her existence.

The raw emotions of his despair, the reality that he'd have to leave this world to return to his bled into his kisses. His touches.

The way his lips moved became laced with pure passion, his hands moving over her body trying to memorize every curve, every little detail her skin could reveal to him.

She kept gasping against him, overwhelmed with how intense he was. Unaware that he was desperately trying to imprint her taste, scent and feel into his brain. Terrified of forgetting her once he'd return.

Zayne.. Slow down.. Can't.. can't keep up with.. you..

She spoke between kisses. So out of breath she had gone dizzy.

Sorry...

A simple little apology was muttered against the shell of her ear. She felt his erection subtly grind against her inner thigh and hummed.

I-it's okay.. just.. need a breather..

He kissed down from her ear to her shoulder, soft butterfly kisses making her stomach tingle.

When she finally caught her breath her hand slowly guided his to her sopping wet cunt. The makeout session and his previous touches having done numbers on her.

I.. need you here..

With a soft whimper she let him run his finger across her slit. Zayne shifted to look down, his eyes fixated on her slick gathering on his fingers.

He dipped his fingertips into her hole, earning a soft mewl from her.

His eyes drifted to her face. She was watching his hand, cheeks burning red with embarrassment as the squelching sounds from her cunt filled the quiet living room.

Zayne watched in adoration as her hand held onto his shoulder, trying to ground herself while his fingers toyed with her hole and clit. He was flicking the bundle of nerves while experimentally dipping his fingertips into her hole.

Zayne..! Stop- stop playing with me..

Her whines were so cute, tears already welling in her eyes.

Heh.. I'm sorry..

He kissed her temple, finally pushing one finger into her.

You're just too cute.

She gasped, her eyes rolling back when she felt his knuckle.

He drew the sweetest moans out of her already with just one finger pumping in and out of her slowly, dragging against her walls, trying to find her sweet spot.

When he did she jolted in his arms, a breathy 'Zayne' escaping her lips.

With a smile he hummed in response, adding another finger and repeatedly pressing into that little spot.

She felt dizzy. Her head was spinning and she believed she could see stars with the way he moved his fingers.

Her moans were like music to his ears, his lips finding their way to her breast and wrapping around her nipple again as he continued fucking her with his fingers. The moans she let out progressively got louder and more desperate.

Once his thumb pressed into her clit again she came, gasping his name and twitching. With a whine she closed her legs, curling up into him breathing heavily.

Zayne kissed the top of her head, murmuring soft praise.

Are you ready for.. more?

Zayne's breathing was ragged. He had patiently waited for her to calm down, merely sucking her sweet honey from his fingers which made her stare at him hazily.

She gave him an approving nod, watching as he kissed down from her jaw, past the valley of her breasts, along her stomach and finally reaching her core. He held her lower lips apart with his index and middle finger, slowly licking along her cunt.

Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched off of the couch.

Zayne looked at her core briefly before kissing it. Each kiss getting more passionate, as if he was trying to make out with her pussy. The moans she let out as well as her juices nearly drove him insane. She sounded so sweet for him. Her taste was so divine he would've sworn he saw heaven whenever he gathered her honey on his tongue.

The more arousal flooded his mouth, the greedier he'd lick and suck at her cunt, desperate to get more out of her. Occasionally his lips would wrap around her bud, sucking until she nearly screamed his name.

Her thighs were squeezing his head and her fingers had tangled themselves in his black locks. Shamelessly she bucked her hips into his greedy mouth.

Her legs were already shaking around him, having come undone multiple times with the way Zayne was eating her out. His tongue was delving into her hole, desperately tasting as much as possible.

When she came for the nth time on his tongue she decided to open her teary eyes, her heart racing even more at the look he gave her.

Pure lust and adoration stared back at her. Hazel eyes so clouded with desire she thought she would pass out from the intensity.

Zayne.. stop.. I.. can't.. anymore.. n-need.. a break..

She was squirming, pleading with the man between her legs. Only slowly did he manage to come out of his rush, it was as if he was high or drunk, like he couldn't survive without her taste.

When he sat up, his lips and chin glistened with her cum, his tongue flicking over the remains.

The woman first calmed her breathing a little before she sat up and fully removed the man's pants and boxers, licking her lips at the proud erection in front of her.

Can't get tired of seeing this..

She mused, pressing a hand on Zayne's chest making him fall back into the couch. He was breathing heavily, watching through half lidded eyes as the woman before him crawled between his legs, gently covering his precum stained tip with kisses.

Let me.. return the favour..

Zayne's head was spinning and he held onto the backrest and her hair for dear life. The way her lips felt around his aching shaft, her tongue expertly swirling around his tip made him feel like he could cum any second.

He had given up watching her, the eye contact she maintained paired with her ministrations had proven to be a challenge since the sight itself could make him shoot his seed down her throat.

He was groaning and gasping lowly, chest heaving and stomach tensing when she'd take him deeper. Once she managed to fit him completely she tapped his thigh to make him look at her. Staying with his cock neatly nestled into her throat.

The way Zayne was gripping the couch, knuckles turned white, he could've sworn he almost tore the fabric clean off. His eyes had gone wide as he watched her smile around him, proud of herself for swallowing him whole. He was trying his best not to come undone, quickly pulling her back by the hair and closing his eyes.

The... Things you do to me...

She whined, unhappy with being depraved of his taste and the feeling of his cock in her mouth.

Zayne only raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer.

Mmhh.. How greedy and hungry you are for me.. Wouldn't have expected that from you..

She just giggled, kissing him.

Rich coming from someone who was so pussydrunk.. he couldn't even stop...

What happened next was so fast, the woman couldn't even react. Last thing she knew was that she was in between Zayne's legs, held up to him by the hair as he stared at her with lust clouded eyes.

Now she was pinned down on the couch again, caged in between his arms and she felt his erection in between her folds, gathering her slick to lubricate himself.

The head of his dick kept pushing into her swollen clit making her squirm and gasp.

Ready..?

She gasped a 'yes' not even fully registering what was happening until she felt his tip prod and push past her entrance.

Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her eyes focusing on Zayne's. He was watching himself push into her, noting the way she clamped down around him so perfectly. It felt too good and again, he had to dig his nails into the couch to refrain from cumming immediately.

The stretch she felt was as amazing as always. Not too much and not too little. Zayne always felt so nice inside her, filling her up so perfectly.

After a few seconds of both adjusting, Zayne finally moved. Slowly at first to find a good rhythm, then progressively getting faster.

His right hand was gripping her thigh, pulling her leg over his waist, his left hand next to her head for support. His heart had melted when she had moved her hand to hold onto his wrist, her other hand gripping his right biceps.

Her moans were even sweeter, like soft call outs that were responded to by his own grunts. Seeing her face contorted in such delicious pleasure, a pleasure he was causing made his heart swell.

He wished for this to never end. He swore that if he was given the chance, he'd love her without question. Devote his life to her and protect her from the danger of his world.

His movements got faster and harder, increasing the volume of her moans.

Zayne wanted nothing more than to love her every waking day. To show her how much happiness she brings into his dark, frustrating reality.

Her moans turned into screams of his name.

What he would give just to wake up next to her every day. He thought that the incarnation of his that was blessed to actively live with her every day was so lucky.

His movements became erratic and almost inhumane.

He was angry with the world, his in particular and the sad reality he had to return to. Without her smile to greet him, without her scent lingering in the sheets when he'd wake up... Without that sweet cunt taking him so well...

He was ripped from his thoughts when the woman beneath him screamed his name, his eyes widening at how hard she was clenching him.

The sight of her cumming around his cock, writhing and shaking in overstimulated bliss made his cock twitch and before he knew it he was burying himself deep within her and painting her walls white, soft gasps of her name on his tongue.

Zayne looked down at the sweaty mess of a woman under him, his sweet love staring up at him in wonder.

I.. don't think I ever.. came this hard..

She smiled cheekily making him chuckle. With a gentle hum he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, helping her clean up before settling down in the bedroom.

Zayne held her close to his chest, his face nuzzled into her hair as he just listened to her breathing.

Thank you.. for this perfect birthday...

She hummed, kissing his chest before looking up at him, her hand caressing his cheek gently.

Come back to me.. okay? I'll wait for you.. I promise..

He smiled softly yet sadly, turning his head to the side to kiss the palm of her hand.

I'll try.. But I can't promise anything...

She smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.

I believe in you.. Love you..

He smiled, only able to mouth a 'love you too' before his consciousness left the body of the doctor, waking in his dark room, with only the memory of her smile and feel warming up the cold space around him.

I'll return to you.. I promise...

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ve1vet-cake · 27 days

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Good food🙏🙏🙂‍↕️

09/01/24; 04:40pm

{ 18+ headcanons / drabbles }

[ when they’re too busy with work, but you’re needy for them ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

it was the middle of the night when you woke up with a start, eyes going blurry as you blindly reached out to the opposite side of the bed-

only to realize that the sheets were cold to touch.

your sleepiness dissolves in an instant, with a soft yawn coming from your parted lips as you carefully get out of bed. a shiver courses through you upon feeling the cold marble against your feet, but you ignore such icy sensations.

opening the door out of the master bedroom, you wrap your arms around your chest, trying to keep in as much warmth that you could manage while making your way towards sylus’s office. there was a bit of a drag in your steps, your slow movements serving as sole evidence of your exhaustion-

but you would not sleep without sylus by your side.

finally reaching his office, you give the rich, oak door a series of knock, alerting your lover of your presence before inviting yourself inside. yet the moment you saw sylus settled on the expensive leather couch, you could feel your mouth turn dry.

he was dressed in a suit colored in ebony and crimson, the colors matching his aesthetic as his rufescent eyes meet with your gaze. an achingly soft smile graces his features, and you felt a pang of heat running down your spine at the mere sight of him.

gripping at the sheer material of your nightgown, your breathing comes out in uneven breaths. your eyes darken, mirroring your desires for him before asking, “sylus, won’t you join me in bed? it’s getting late.”

sylus’s eyes flash, giving you a momentary glimpse of lust while letting out a string of curses. “sweetheart, as much as i’d like to join you and keep you warm while in bed, i can’t. i’ve got to get these orders ready for my client.”

you bite down on your bottom lip, already feeling the moisture collecting from between your legs. not daring to look away from him, you slowly lock the door to his office, earning a raised brow from the onychinus leader.

you remain silent, stepping out of your ruined panties as you allow the flimsy material to fall to the ground. hunger was seen in sylus’s gaze the moment you shed your body free of your nightgown, allowing it to flutter to the floor before sauntering towards your lover.

sylus wastes no time pulling you closer to him, allowing your soaked cunt to pulsate against his thighs as you gently rode him, allowing your sticky sweet arousal to coat his suit.

“thats it, babygirl. keep on riding me, just like that. let me work for a little while longer, then i’ll take care of you.”

your gasps end up filling at the room, with sylus steadily losing interest in cleaning the weapons the moment you began bouncing up and down his thigh. his eyes had long since lost its crimson shade, becoming so dilated and filled with desire for you that he could feel his sanity snap.

needless to say, when sylus tosses the gun back on the table before unbuckling his pants, freeing his erection as he harshly grips at your thighs before impaling your slick heat against his cock, you lost all of your senses. being so filled with him after riding his thighs created such a hedonistic friction that you quickly became addicted to, never once stopping as you rode him with a desperation.

meanwhile, as luke and kieran were ready to deliver the next round of weapons, they froze upon seeing the office door locked as sounds of your breathy moans and sylus’s grunts were heard coming from behind the door. both twins end up looking at each other, their flustered expression hidden beneath their masks as they slowly backed away from the door.

it was best not to disturb their boss and his queen while in the middle of their trysts, a lesson that they were all too familiar with.

it was early in the morning at akso hospital, and as the staff were prepared to switch out with their coworkers for the upcoming shift, they would remain blissfully unaware of how a certain cardiac surgeon was still tied up and locked in his office.

zayne tries to hide back his groans, having to force himself to bite down on his fist the moment you came into his office. he had simply been going over some patient profiles when you came into his office with an almost dazed expression on your face.

he was filled with concern for you, already taking off his glasses while shoving his patient files to the side. one moment, he was filled with guilt for neglecting you for a few days due to how he wasn’t coming home as much-

and the next, zayne found himself settling back against his chair, with you remaining hidden beneath his desk as his cock was in your mouth. he was already half-erect the moment you began kissing his inner thighs, so it came as no surprise when he became even harder when you unzipped his pants and freed his cock from the confines of his boxers.

“i’m not mad at you.” you continue speaking to him, already stroking his cock in a loving manner before licking away the beads of precum that leaked from his mushroom tip. “i know you’re working so hard to save so many lives, but i wish to spoil you, too.”

zayne’s eyes were screwed shut the moment you place your hot mouth against his cock, feeling your tongue tracing at his veins while letting out a gasp of your name. his large hands automatically go into your hair, gently moving your head back and forth over his cock.

you hummed in pleasure, feeling the familiar twitch within your mouth. you had every intention to take him in as far as you could, yet zayne doesn’t even give you a chance to taste his cum when he harshly pulls your mouth away from his cock.

with a strength you didn’t think zayne was even capable of, you feel your lover shove aside the items on his desk before placing you on it. not even looking down at you, he slides off your soaked panties before shoving it into the pockets of his pants. gripping at your thighs, he spreads your legs apart before sheathing himself inside of you in one swift thrust.

“i need to make up for lost time… for neglecting you…” with heavy pants of your name, zayne grips at your leg before tossing it over his shoulder, making your eyes roll to the back of your head the moment he reaches oh so deeper inside of you all while kissing at your ankles.

and when your moans were heard echoing across the department, no one dared to question it.

“you’re such a brat.”

xavier was heard hissing at you, trying to keep his voice even as he was on the phone with one of the higher ups at the hunters association. here he was, trying to gather information for his mission next week while you were trying to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

“i can’t help it. you’re telling me you’re going to be gone for two weeks, and you expect me to behave?” you scoff, finally shoving down his pants to reveal his half-hardened cock. a cheshire cat grin paints your pretty features as you made quick work of stroking him to full hardness.

xavier lets out a hiss of your name, but has to swallow his moans when a stern voice was heard coming from his phone. “xavier, are you ready to receive details for this mission?”

“yes sir…!” a low gasp escapes from xavier’s lips the moment you place your lips on his tip, giving it a light suck. it takes xavier a herculean effort not to moan into the phone, feeling your hands and hot mouth fully sending him into an almost painful erection.

he catches bits and pieces of information, but was solely focused on the way your mouth and tongue traces at every inch of his cock. his breathing becomes heavier, feeling his impending climax approaching when you suddenly removed your lips away from him. the young hunter was all too eager to shove your face back against his cock when you slowly began to undress in front of him-

and dammit to hell, you just had to wear that lacy set beneath your clothes!

your soft giggle echoes throughout the room, and as you straddle him, he saw the way you moved the material of your lace panties to the side, ready to mount yourself on his cock.

“you’ve got it sir, i’ll be there next week.” luckily, xavier had already ended the call the moment you sheath his cock inside of your wet pussy, the squelching sounds of you riding his cock echoing throughout the living room. with a growl of your name, xavier grabs a hold of your waist before proceeding to bounce you up and down his cock at an almost inhuman speed.

“is this what you want? for me to ruin you completely that you won’t be able to walk until i return?”

your mewls and eager nods were all that he needed to continue pounding mercilessly into you, eyes already going dilated as he had every intention of claiming you.

“i’m going to make sure that my cock is forever imprinted against your sweet little heat… so be prepared for it, little brat…” he finishes his statement with a particularly hard thrust, making you see stars as you had every intention to ride him for as long as you could manage.

rafayel had long forgotten about his commissioned painting the moment you began to eagerly bounce up and down his cock. the moment he felt your slickness wrapping so tightly around him was the moment he lost all train of thought.

you had come home from work late in the evening and wished to greet rafayel. however, when you saw the portrait he was working on, you began to feel envious of the gorgeous girl seen painted on the canvas. he tried to explain to you that a governor had commissioned him to paint a portrait of his daughter for her 23rd birthday, but you didn’t wish to hear it.

and now, he found that he could care less about finishing such a portrait with you bouncing up and down so eagerly against his cock. filled with his own desperation for you, rafayel tries to meet your downward thrusts with his own upward ones, panting as he begins to lose his breath.

being so captivated and drunk off of you, the young artist could feel a whimper being ripped from the confines of his throat when you began kissing him, swallowing his grunts and moans of your name. as you continued to bounce up and down his cock, he could feel the curve of your breasts and your hardened nipples against his own chest.

“am i prettier than her?” you ask in a breathless whisper, purposefully squeezing your cunt over his pulsating dick. it was no competition in rafayel’s eyes. “o-of course you are- fuck! you’re the prettiest girl in the entire universe. you’re my fucking princess.”

a pleased hum was heard coming from you when you lay back against his lap, moving your hips up and down his cock at this brand new angle that had the artist seeing stars. “f-fuck… princess… you’re squeezing me so tight! l-like you want to milk me dry.”

“hehe, that’s the plan…” feeling your legs and cunt tightening so sweetly around him makes rafayel gasp, stilling his hips before shooting ropes of his seed deep inside of you. with you remaining laid back, your back against his thighs, you allowed your release to wash over you, earning a grunt from rafayel.

as your honeyed arousal further wets his softening cock, your lover leans over to press a searing kiss against your lips all while returning your body closer to him. his tongue fights with yours for dominance, and he lets out a pleased hum the moment you yield for him.

when the need for air proved to be too much, rafayel was the first to pull away from you, giving you a gentle smile before asking, “did our copulation manage to ease you of your envy?”

you give him a thoughtful expression, placing your pointer finger against your lips before smirking at him. his eyes end up going wide when you began to bounce up and down his limp cock, stroking it back to full hardness with a determination seen deep within your eyes.

“not quite yet, rafe… i’m going to need this to go on the whole night to make me convinced that i am the only woman for you.”

and with one final groan of your name, rafayel knew better than to deny you of your needs.

end notes: i am still soooo thirsty for my lads men, so have this post 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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ve1vet-cake · 1 month

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off the grid | sylus

summary: his chest swells with emotion. there’s this gnawing feeling in his gut telling him not to leave. that he belongs at your side for the rest of the day, drawing little sighs of his name from your mouth. “fuck the deal,” he husks with pinched brows, dipping down for a taste of your honeydew lips. warning(s): female anatomy described, cunnilingus, bodily fluids, p-in-v intercourse, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language, not proofread now playing: fire - sir get up - newjeans notes: thank you so much for reading!

He says he has some business to attend to.

Ever the businessman on the move, even while on vacation.

You don’t pose much of an argument. Offer a slight pout, clawing at the side of the king-sized bed where his body’s residual heat and indentation still reside. But you’re surprisingly docile. Trusting, knowing he always comes back to you in one piece.

Sylus promises he won’t be long, locking eyes with your reflection in the mirror. Finishes buttoning his shirt, straightening his collar, and fussing with his cufflinks. He turns with a hand stuffed in his pocket to fully appreciate the view on the bed. And what a pretty picture you pose.

You’re quiet, playing on your phone. Have the gall to be so gorgeous in the calm glow of the sun, hair fanned around you on the pillows like a halo, breasts swelling in his dress shirt. Thighs thick as honey, legs splayed open and inviting on the ivory sheets.

His fingers twitch with the need to touch as something primal stirs in his belly, mouth filling with sand.

You catch his gaze over your phone. Offer a demure smile and a wave before returning to whatever’s got you so enraptured.

His chest swells with emotion. There’s this gnawing feeling telling him not to leave. Telling him he belongs at your side for the rest of the day, drawing little sighs of his name from your mouth, mapping out the contours of your body until the moon sits high in the sky.

It isn’t often he gets to sweep you away like this. Has you tucked all safe in a beautiful bungalow on an island far away, the air dense with salt and the idle crash of ocean waves enmeshed with the soothing cry of distant seabirds.

He scoffs inwardly. Wonders when you made him such a clingy mess as he studies his feet. Shakes his head, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck while losing that internal battle with himself.

He leans against the dresser with crossed arms, pondering how long he can stave off this deal he’s worked so hard to orchestrate. And yet—

You giggle, tickled pink by a video on your socials. The sound of it makes his heart pull. Makes his lips crook with a smile. He pads towards you without thinking, wrapping a tender hand around your ankle. Smooths his thumb over the jut of bone with such reverence, watching you with all the fondness of the world. His cute little kitten.

Goddammit.

Sighing, he resigns himself to his fate. Glances off to the side as if the beach beyond the window can offer some sort of solution. An out. He circles back, foolish to think he could resist you.

They’ll survive without him, he muses. And suddenly, he’s pulling free the buttons he so carefully fastened on his shirt. Climbing over you like a panther onto the bed, bracketing you between lean muscle and heat.

“Fuck the deal,” he husks with pinched brows, dipping down for a taste of your lips.

You squeak, but the surprise soon peters as you wrap gentle hands about his wrists, your phone on the floor long forgotten. He hums all throaty, smiling against your lips. Kisses honey-slow, committing the texture of your lips to memory whilst easing your hands over your head, twining your fingers together. Pushes a knee between your thighs to encourage them further apart, and the heat of your muff radiates up his quad, burning through the material of his slacks.

He’s glad he stayed. Couldn’t live with himself if he left you like this, all hot and pliant, wasting away in bed. You deserve to be worshipped, savored, devoured.

You melt into the kiss. Keen all pretty for him, arms instinctively snaking about his shoulders, and he swallows the intoxicating sounds you make. Chuckles low and alluring, notching his hips to yours, anchoring you to the bed with his weight half on you.

“Thought it was—oh—important,” you breathe when he breaks away with a soft smack to brand your neck with the heat of his lips. “Your deal.”

Who can think about work when you have the audacity to smell this good? Like night-blooming jasmines and everything inherently safe.

“Was,” Sylus parrots on a deep rasp, mouth on an unhurried excursion over your throat, and your laughter is bewitching. Heady, transitioning into a pleasured exhale when his teeth graze your carotid.

He shackles your wrists together beneath one hand, freeing up his other. And it’s dangerous, skating over the pucker of your nipples, the swell of your tits. Coasting over the ripples of your ribcage, making your body vibrate and curve with excitement.

“Nothing outweighs this.”

He drives his point home, knuckles trailing down your belly, down, down, down to the swell of your pubic bone. You arch, and he bows into you when his palm closes around your muff. And he’s open-mouthed on your neck, sighing hot, his dick heavy and throbbing against the inner curve of your thigh.

Two fingers curl inward, teasing the seam of your cunt. Circling in the way you like until the lewd squelch of your pussy kisses the air. You bite your lip. Head falls back against the pillows, and you do that endearing sad puppy thing with your brows. He admires the sight of you through parted lips and lidded eyes, wondering how he could ever think of leaving you alone.

You’re so pretty like this. So perfect, your lips kiss-swollen and shiny, formed around a whine. You arch so nicely for him as his fingers play between your legs, stroking you until you’re nice and wet. Swollen and pulsing, outer labia spilling over the seat of your panties.

He’s wasted enough time, he thinks, your earthy scent overpowering his senses. He frees your wrists, easing down your body and between your legs in favor of something more appealing. More appetizing. The crooks of your knees find his shoulders. And he’s enamored by how the fat of your thighs crater between his fingers when he holds them apart, slightly hauling your hips up to fasten your thighs to his shoulders.

He licks up the span of your cunt, tasting you through the cotton of your panties. Growls something distant and abrasive, gaze flicking to yours through the headiness. His pupils blow wide, and his heart pounds a war cadence in his skull.

You’re a dream he doesn’t want to ever wake from. A spell that’s bound him to earth, but he doesn’t think he would ever want to leave.

His irises burn like the flicker of a flame. And he doesn’t look away as you ruck your hips up against his tongue, chasing that sparkling edge pooling in your stomach.

You thread your fingers in his tousled hair, guiding him into a choppy rhythm against you, your hips stuttering each time his tongue agitates your clit. He doesn’t fight it. Loves it when you take control, when you take your pleasure. Use him like the docile toy he is, fucking his mouth until he’s red-faced and panting.

He briefly stills you, takes his eyes off you to drag your panties to one side, and his mouth waters at the sight. Your pussy is all sticky and puckering; gossamer strings of your nectar spread like dew-speckled spider spins between your lips and panties.

He splits you nice and open on two fingers. Spread like a flower bending towards the sun. His gaze finds yours once more before he dives in, working your pretty pussy with a wide and sweltering tongue.

You’re scrambling for purchase of the sheets, keening all nice for him. Rock your hips in tandem with the glacial pace of his tongue, and he reaches out to tangle your fingers together at your sides to anchor you.

You’re so cute; it makes his chest pull. Makes his heart all fluttery, and he’s a red-faced, sloppy disaster. All for you. Just for you.

He ruts against the sheets as he feasts. Grunts into your pussy, not caring that he looks unhinged or that his pants are stained dark with pre. He’s chasing that unfathomable rush of endorphins. Pursuing the upward arc of his own pleasure, mind awash with how pretty you sound. How good you feel. How wonderful you taste, and he’s more drunk off you than any bit of brandy or whisky.

He eats until he’s full. Until your hips leave the mattress with no intention of coming down, and his hands mold around the globes of your ass to keep you steady. Straining on toes dug into the mattress, calves stretched taut, fingers squeezing his in a vice grip, and your thighs locked around his head.

You’re wet and sloppy, arousal dribbling down the cleft of your ass to stain the sheets. His chin is slick with it, and he licks his lips after reluctantly leaving the bewitching seal of your cunt.

There’s a smile in his eyes. Devilish as you pout, and he lowers you back down to the bed as if you’re glass that will shatter if he doesn’t handle with care. He pats your thigh placatingly, the heat of his palm promising something better. More filling.

You watch with shrouded intrigue, all hot in the face and panting. Drag your fingers over your lips, biting down on your middle. He could come from the sight alone. You spread open and leaking, gaze screaming fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Sylus sits back on his haunches. All big and smug, palming the heavy throb of his cock through his slacks. Looks down at you from his nose, your eyes tuned to his every move, tongue swiping greedily over your lips.

You’re an eager little flower whilst he unlatches his belt infuriatingly slow, tugging his pants down with equal sluggishness. Down, down until his dick springs free from his briefs, slapping his belly intimidatingly, a glob of pre-spend dripping honey-slow from the tip.

“You should see yourself,” he husks around a chuckle, stroking himself so good. Bites his lip, dragging a languid hand down your sternum.

He traps a pretty nipple between his knuckles and pulls, luring a bitten-off sound from your throat. Angles himself forward to take your nipple between his lips, sucking in that way that makes your thighs quake and your voice come out all hoarse.

He then teases a thumb between your pussy lips in search of your entrance. Finds it once more with laser precision, and he rubs at it meticulously, shoving your juices back into you.

You keen and clench around him, thrashing against the sheets, your tongue wrapped around his name. He groans in reply, caught in the haze of it all. You ruin him. Bring him to his knees, but he’d never admit it aloud.

“So eager,” Sylus teases. Like his voice isn’t strained from the effort of pumping his cock into the clench of his hand. Like he doesn’t want to spear you on his dick; feel your velvety walls squeezing the head of him so good.

The thought makes his hips stutter, and he’s squeezing his sensitive tip to reign himself in. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough, sweetheart. Just be patient.”

And you are as he taps his heavy dick against your muff with a wet and sticky plap plap. You ruck your hips up to chase the feeling, squeezing a sound through grit teeth. Hate when he teases, when he edges you like this. But he doesn’t keep you waiting, pressing the mushroomed head of his dick to the pucker of your pussy. Eases home past the tight ring of muscle, pushing into you with a sound as thick as seafoam curdling in his chest.

“So beautiful. So perfect.”

He can’t help himself. You feel so good. So wonderful, swallowing him up to the hilt like that. You sigh in tandem at the union. Relief wading through your bones, and you lock eyes through the dusk as the sun seeks shelter behind the horizon, casting you both in its otherworldly glow. Sylus needs no further goading as he grabs your ankles, driving your legs up until your knees press into your tits.

His mouth falls open. Gazes at you through his bangs clinging to his forehead. Through thick lashes, and you’re even more beautiful like this. Ethereal, and he could never tire of the sight. Of the sounds you make, so pretty for him as he rolls his hips, abs contracting and relaxing with each movement.

He plays a steady rhythm thereafter, rolling his pelvis like the slow drag of a tide as he fucks into you. Feels every detail of the channel of your sex constricting around him, and it takes every bit of him not to fuck you harder. He wants to savor this. Has all weekend to drive you wild; to orient himself with every sensitive clump of nerves in your body. So for now, he’ll take his time.

And he does. Driving into you at a maddeningly slow pace. But then, you’re sobbing and thrashing and clawing at the sheets, and he knows you’re close to spilling over the edge.

He doesn’t stall. Reaches between your bodies to find the unfathomable button of pleasure between your legs. Presses and rubs until your voice is shrill and stuck in your throat. Until you’re a shuddering mess, and the look in your eyes tells him all he needs to know. His own peak creeps progressively up his spine, tingling like static, prickling in his stomach.

He suddenly bows forward, your thighs clenched in his palms as he presses his torso fully against you, mooring you to the bed. Pistons in and out, battering against your cervix, your breaths choppy and intermingled, bodies bathed in a dewy sheen of sweat.

You cling to him with arms snaked around his neck. And his mouth seals to yours, swallowing your pitiful huffs of air. You’re his vice. His IV drip, and he can’t live without you. Doesn’t want to, finding himself chanting your name like a broken hymnal as the beginnings of his orgasm seep through him like magma.

He’s coming before he knows it. Ushered to the brink by your walls shuddering around his dick with your own orgasm. And there’s so much of it, his cum dripping hot and milky white down the inner trajectory of your thighs.

He catches himself on shaky arms before he collapses onto you. Laughs while trying to catch his breath, and you chuckle alongside him, hands perched on his waist, ready to catch him if he falls.

You’ll be the death of him, he muses, craning his head down to kiss you. To write the sweetest words of all against your lips, and he thinks he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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THERE IS. a website. that takes 3D models with seams and pulls it apart to make a plushie pattern and informs you where things need to be edited or darts added for the best effect. and then it lets you scale it and print off your pattern. and I want to lose my MIND because I've lost steam halfway through so many plushie patterns in the mind numbing in betweens of unwrapping, copying all of the meshes down as pieces, transferring those, testing them, then finding obvious tweaks... like... this would eradicate 99% of my trial and error workflow for 3D models to plushies & MAYBE ILL FINALLY FINISH SCREAMTAIL...

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GOING FERAL GOING FERAL GOING FERAL

the biker's book club, feat. l&ds sylus.

pairings. sylus, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, biker au, 18+ tags. petnames (kitten), unprotected sex, spitting, hair-pulling, consensual filming, creampie, dirty talk, possessiveness, violence, slight yandere themes, impregnation notes. ik he’s probably into cafe racers but the sportbike enthusiast in me thinks biker!sylus is the m*tthew w*ods of l&ds, booktok/biketok girlies iykyk

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who collects liter bikes like they’re toys; he’d usually get rid of them as soon as he gets bored, but his current favs are his black & red edition fireblade, m1000rr, and superleggera v4.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who got famous on booktok overnight after posting a video of him riding his bike through the tunnel with a half-buttoned shirt. the view offered a peek on his toned chest and abs, leaving the rest to an innocent girl’s imagination. the comments on that post are wild, and the views went up to 2 mil in a day.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who broke numerous girls’ hearts literally a day after that post, revealing that he already has a backpack (you) and that his sunset and midnight rides are exclusively booked for his girlfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who eventually taught you how to ride your own bike, gifting you a white N400 on your birthday—a bike he calls “too slow” for him, but is actually fast enough for a beginner like you.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who once chased a car for nearly rear-ending you on a red-light. as soon as he saw how the car almost hit you from behind, the loud and chilling roar of his bike bolted you in surprise as he accelerated to chase after the car, breaking the asshole’s side mirror, and teaching him a ‘lesson’.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who always keeps a possessive eye on you, always riding within his acceptable distance because the last time he allowed you to ride ahead of him, some guy on a Ford 150 tried to ask for your number, calling you a hot biker girl he hopes to have a ‘good time’ with. that didn’t end well for the poor guy, because the interaction was cut short when sylus revved his bike, lane splitting between you and the car, and running over the guy’s outstretched arm along the way. he might’ve broken a bone or two, who knows?

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who owns a springfield .45 gun, and claims he has no problems shooting another guy’s head if they dared touch even a single strand of your hair. he’s a very territorial individual and would not think twice on committing a crime if it meant protecting what’s his.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who’s hated by his neighbors, both because of how loud his bike gets in the morning, and how loud his girl can get during the evening. he doesn’t care though, because the sound of your moans were actually music to his hears. he swears he has to hear them every night or he won’t be able to sleep well.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who gets very kissy and touchy whenever you two arrive at home, unable to keep his hands to himself while you’re still parking your bike beside his. his lips would go straight to your neck, placing feathered kisses on your skin, tickling you with his warm breath as he tells you, “you know you’re mine, right?” of course you’d say you’re his. and he always follows up with a reminder, “good, because i’d kill any son of a bitch who tries to steal you from me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who loves to fuck you raw, rough, and fast. he always had you gripping on the sheets, or scratching his back, or screaming out his name in a salacious escape to release your earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. he always had your legs shaking, your body twitching, your breasts bouncing with each slam as he doesn’t stop pounding into you even after you came. he adores the sight of your beautiful, begging face each time he buries his hardened cock inside of your sweet, sweet pussy. “my kitten’s being too needy, huh?” he’d whisper to your ear before meeting your hips with another satisfying thrust. “always a slut for me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who likes to spit on your mouth, pull your hair, and slap your bum. they’re some of his many kinks, and he can get nastier if he wants to, but he’d often say he’d rather save the best on your wedding night.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who enjoys filming your extremely erotic moments together, claiming that he needed to revisit those videos for when he misses you. his favorite content seems to be when he’s cumming inside of you, shooting every drop of his thick seed straight through your womb. kitten, you’re so tight, he’d think to himself. he goes even crazier for the view whenever he pulls out and sees his own semen dripping out of your swollen entrance.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who makes you breakfast the next morning after a long, passionate night. he always seems to cook the perfect pancakes, like he had specifically mastered the skill after you told him that pancakes were your favorite choice for breakfast.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who proudly displays you on social media, and bluntly rejects every girl who’d leave thirsty comments on his posts. he gets a little too sassy for their liking, but he doesn’t really give a damn about hurting another girl’s feelings if it were to protect yours.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who lets you ‘break’ his masculine ego by allowing you to paint his nails, give him skin care, or place cute, tiny, heart-shaped clips all over his hair whenever you were in the mood to. he’d just stare at you the whole time, amused at how you’d treat him like your own ken doll.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus whose immediate response when you told him you’re pregnant was “do you think it’s a baby girl?” there was no ounce of surprise in his eyes, no scintilla of worry at the thought of being an unexpected father, clearly, because he should already see it coming especially with how sexually active you two are. he really wants a baby girl, too. and a boy next. so while you were nearly horrified at seeing your positive pregnancy test thinking he’d ask you to terminate it, his calm and loving reaction to your unexpected baby was what made you realize that there was nothing else you could ever want in a man.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who, on the very next day, asked you to try and test start your bike because he thinks something’s ‘wrong’ with it. you hurried to check your bike, of course. little did you know, the keychain strapped onto your key had been replaced, now with a new, embroidered keychain bearing the words, “marry me?”

#l&ds sylus #sylus x reader #HOLY FUCK #sylus smut #need me a manz like this fr

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