Sylus loves the look of your wedding ring on your finger. 18+
He can't get enough of the way the diamonds shine so beautifully in any environment. How he crafted it to sit so perfectly on your finger, so snug yet comfortable. Never to be lost or damaged.
Sylus especially loves the look of your wedding ring when it is the only thing you have on. When you're pressed down over his desk, clothes discarded everywhere around his office. Your stomach flat again the cool mahogany, your branded finger twitching in the dim light of the office as you grasp on for something - anything - to keep you sane.
"S-sylus... please!" Every thrust is brutal, so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest. "Please what?" he rasps, heavy body leaning down over yours. Dwarfing you entirely, pressing you harder into the surface supporting your naked frame. "What do you want me to do?"
He plows himself into you, sheathing his cock in its entirety inside of you. The bones of his hips digging into the fat of your ass and nearly making you hook a leg up over the desk to try and pull away. "Tell your husband what you want him to do to you." You should have kept your damn mouth shut, your head is spinning from how deep he is.
"I-I..." you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, stars blinking across your vision as your glittering finger catches the light once more. Reminding Sylus why he had gotten so worked up in the first place.
He was still getting used to you being his wife. His pretty, pretty wife. His hips started moving again before you could speak, his own imagination running from him as he leans back. A large hand coming down to connect with your ass cheek in a brutal smack.
"Don't be dumb now, baby. Tell me what you want. Or is my cock really that good? Your pretty pussy can't take a good pounding without your pretty little head going all stupid, huh? Your husband fucks you so good, doesn't he? Tell me how good I fuck you, baby."
You could feel the drool slip past your lips now, heat flooding your cheeks as you cry out in pleasure. "S-so good, Sy. You're f-fuckin me so good. My per-perfect huuuh-hushand!" God he was going to explode.
tags: fluff, established relationship, movie night
wc: 563
Movie nights with Valko are your favorite. Snuggling on the couch, holding him close never fails to bring you comfort. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the subtle thumping of his heart. His tail wraps around your waist, brushing your thigh.
"This one? Hmmm. You in the mood for sci-fi?" You hold up the remote, searching through genres to find something that might work.
"Nah. Seen too many of those recently."
"Horror?"
"What about a romcom?" He sighs, stretching out on your couch and resting his hands behind his head.
"What about Twilight?" He smirks, clearly trying to rile you up.
"Val! We are not watching Twilight." You laugh.
"You’re the one always comparing me to Jacob."
For some reason, the TV just isn't responding, so you press down harder on the button. You angle the remote, as if that would somehow improve the connection. Unfortunately, the smooth plastic slides out of your grip. It clatters to the floor, the battery cover popping off.
"Shit. Valko can-"
"Got it!" Valko practically dives towards the remote, grabbing the device.
"Thanks…"
"No problem!" He gives you a fanged smile.
That's weird. He seems almost… Happy? Proud? Excited? That's the word. He seems strangely excited to retrieve the remote for you. You didn't notice it at first, but now that you think about it, it's something he's done since you met.
Just last week, you dropped your pencil while you looked over reports from the Association. Before you even registered that you had dropped it, Valko handed it back to you.
Yesterday, you accidentally knocked your phone off the counter while cooking. Valko was there to pick it up.
This morning, the toothpaste tube slipped out of your hands when you were brushing your teeth. He literally ran from the other room just to help you.
Then it clicked.
"Valko," You sigh, staring him dead in the eyes. "Are you… playing fetch with me?"
"No! I'm-" His voice cracks, coming out a few octaves too high.
"Ahem." He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual baritone. "No. What do you mean? Tch. Playing fetch. I'm not a stupid dog." He insists.
"Right…" You give him a side eye, but resume the movie search regardless.
You hand him the remote, letting him find what to watch while a plan brews in your mind. There's no way you’re letting this slide without teasing him. It's just too good an opportunity to pass up. Spotting the bag of snacks perched on the table, you reach over and grab it, letting the bag slowly fall from your hand. It lands on the ground with a crackle.
Like a sleeper agent, Valko's eyes lock onto the package. His eyes narrow, like he's stalking prey. The wolf hybrid lunges, snatching it up from the floor. Valko then places it in your lap with a gentleness that belies the urgency with which he grabbed the bag of snacks.
"Valko."
"What?"
You snicker and toss the bag across the room.
"Valko, fetch!"
He bolts up from the couch, scoops up the chips and returns it to your outstretched hands.
"Oh. No, no, you did not!" Valko's face drops as he processes what in the world just happened. Red blooms across his face and his ears twitch in anger as embarrassment sets in.
"Stupid wolf instincts." He mutters. “Stupid human."
an: I am genuinely devastated at the loss of such a wonderful character and am angry at the way infold has handled the situation. so I wrote something lighthearted for those who need it rn
also apologies if anything doesn’t make sense or is grammatically incorrect it’s 2 am rn for me and I am tired… g’night guys I sleep now ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
When you ask Zayne that question, he lifts his view from his laptop, directly looking at you and your barely showing belly.
“I don't mind either.” He responds. But it's not enough for you.
“You must have a preference, Zaynie! Don't tell me you haven't pictured our babies. All girls, all boys, mix, just one, two...”
He chuckles, finding your curiosity adorable. Besides, he had pictured your children together “I have pictured them, yes.” He then comes closer to you, stroking your cheek and looking deeply into your eyes as his free hand rests on your swollen belly “I imagine their eyes shining when they smile like you. I imagine them having a melodious laughter, just like you. I want them to have your beautiful hair, your radiant smile, your bravery, your kind heart, I want them to look at the world the way you do. I want our children to be the very testament of our love. Does that answer your question?”
He says this with such emotion, your eyes water and your lips wobble. You knew he loved you, but the way he just said it when describing your children together makes you love him more. You quietly sob in his arms, feeling so, so loved by this man.
“C-can they at least have your eyes?”
He chuckles against you, hugging you tightly “I'll see what I can do.”
an: this made me sob and dad!zayne is my fav zayne, oh my god, please let me have your babies sir... enjoy this little thing i whipped up last minute!
"What's your problem, huh?" he snaps, holding you down without much struggle even as you kick and thrash under him like a wild animal. "You don't listen. If you just behaved yourself, this could've gone so much better for you." you struggle to get a breath in, spluttering and choking helplessly as caleb squeezes your neck firmly. He's growing fascinated at the way blood rushes to your face and tinges it with color, while your pupils dilate. His cock twitches a bit in his pants, excited by the look of helplessness crossing your face.
Moreover, the way you're squirming under him and rubbing your body unintentionally against his dick isn't helping him settle, let alone keep his depraved thoughts at bay. He's too sensitive for you to keep bucking against him like this. You made his cock all tender from hitting it with your knee earlier, and his hypersensitivity is just goading him to do something to you.
"Oh fuck..." He murmurs, loosening his grip just enough for you to get a big gulp of air, before he puts the same pressure on your neck once more.
"I'm not... afraid of you," you hiss into his face boldly, a contrast to the nervous flutters in your stomach. Caleb's eyes narrow, and he leans in closer until his face is mere inches from yours.
“Aren’t you?” He mocks you, no longer caring about your feelings after your earlier deception. Your lips press together in a scowl.
You try to shift your body up to attack him, maybe bite him, but he slams you back down with his grip around your neck. Your vision sparkles around the corners, and you pant, gasping weakly for air. Again, he lets go just before you pass out, tormenting you by controlling your air supply. "Let... me go." You wheeze, inhaling unsteadily.
Caleb leans closer, about to say more...
You suddenly shove your lips against his. It's not a good strategy, and you hate doing it, but it's a last resort, and you needed to catch him off guard and get him winded so you could regain the upper hand.
But to your disbelief, he moans, his grip on you loosening so he can lean down and kiss you deeply. He's pleasantly surprised, to say the least.
He's had these odd feelings for you for quite some time, and with the soft taste of strawberries that linger on your soft mouth, he cant find it in himself to be complaining. He squeezes your face in his hands, rubbing his tongue over your lips to try and coax your mouth to open. You grit your teeth, annoyed by how enjoyable this is.
Caleb's lips are silky smooth, and he slots his mouth perfectly around yours, searching for the best angle. However, you try to stay present enough to try and find the right moment to throw him off you. He's not even focused on discipling you anymore. You've knocked him completely off kilter, as you'd planned.
He's managed to get his tongue in your mouth, and he groans at your taste, one hand going to stroke your hair softly as he rolls his tongue over yours slowly and sloppily, almost savoring the feeling.
You grunt, squirming a bit as his long tongue pushes deeper in your mouth. He's getting way too excited for someone who was just trying to suffocate you, and you start to worry that you made a mistake by riling him up like this. Your suspicions are confirmed when you feel something hard and thick poke your thighs, and he lets out a full-blown moan into your mouth, his hips beginning to rut against you. You've had enough. With as much effort you can muster, you bite his lip hard enough for it to be uncomfortable, and he lets out a yelp, smoothing his tongue over his now bleeding lip.
You desperately try to push him off you. His eyes are wide and shiny, like a puppy aching for a treat, and he pants a bit, before frowning. "I want more," He complains softly, upset by your denial. He leans down, wanting to kiss you again, but you hook your legs around him and flip him over, using the element of surprise, once again, to your advantage.
He tries his best to try and buck you off, but once you get his hands pinned beside his head, he stops struggling, staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, his breath coming out in tiny gasps.
"W-wha..." He starts weakly, but you tug his hair to shut him up. He doesn't oblige, moaning at the feeling and returning to thrashing underneath you, his hips thrusting up against your ass as you straddle him.
"Stop it," You hiss angrily. "You're acting like a fucking dog, Xia. Have some shame."
He doesn't listen, his hands clenching into fists as he aches with the need to touch. "F-fuck me..." he breathes out, and you try to put your hand over his mouth to shut him up, but you can still hear his loud groans as he ruts against you through his pants. "Fuck me, please." He insists. You squeeze his wrists with frustration, pissed off by his excessive neediness, still, you can't help but to start undoing his uniform to indulge him. he sounds so cute, maybe playing with him for just a little wouldn't hurt...
your hair tickles his cheek as you lean down. You unbutton his jacket and his white button up until his bare chest is visible, reveling in the sight of his soft, creamy white skin, and plush pink nipples. He shivers as the cool air of the room hits his skin, and you slowly start to drag your fingers up his chest.
The gentle motions of your fingertips on his skin, paired with the constant feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against the fat of your ass causes him to still. He tears his hands out of your grip with little to no effort, places them on each of your ass cheeks, and rocks you back and forth against his hard length until his hips stutter, and he squeezes you tight. "Oh G-god... mmh, pips, 'm cumming!"
You can feel him throbbing against you as the sticky liquid of his cum stains his pants. You look down at him as he slumps down with his chest heaving, loud gasps leaving his swollen lips as he tries to catch his breath.
You look down at him in shock, scowling. "You dirty little..."
He doesn't let you finish your words, flipping you over. Panting harshly, he looms over you, large hands roamed feverishly over your curves, grasping and squeezing at the fabric of your guard uniform as if trying to rip them away from your body. "Please... I need... I need to feel you, all of you..." he babbles.
He thrusts his pelvis in between your legs, his bulge making direct contact with your clothed cunt. You can feel how quickly he's recovering from his recent orgasm, his cock swelling up once more and pushing firm against you, seeking some measure of relief from the throbbing ache consuming him. "I'm need you so bad, pips. You'll let me have you, right?" he pleads, his hands finally succeeding in baring your breasts.
With a dip of his head, he peppers your newly exposed skin with desperate, open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips. You moan, squirming under him at the unfamiliar yet desirable sensation. He's worshipping your body shamelessly, completely focused on delivering rapt attention to each plane, curve, and soft slope of your frame.
"Tell me... tell me you want it too..." he urges breathlessly between kisses, his hands roaming lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, your panties. "Tell me you need my cock... as much as I need to be inside you." His desperation is palpable, his body trembles with the force of his desire as he awaits your response, silently praying you would give him the green light to have his way with you. Impatient to hear an answer, he passes the time by ridding himself of his remaining clothing. Caleb shoves his pants down, his slick cock which is tender from his recent orgasm, hitting his stomach and drooling pearly precum onto his skin.
"Fuck, you bastard, get off," You try to protest, to hide how bad you want it despite the risk of you losing your job or being punished for doing something so reckless and idiotic. But your pussy can't hide how you crave to have his cock deep inside you.
His mouth waters at the intoxicating scent of your arousal, ripe and heady and consuming. He lavishes your breasts with desperate, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue swirling around one stiff peak, lapping and suckling greedily, before switching to its twin, determined to taste every inch of your succulent flesh. You cry out, keening dumbly. You hate how good it feels.
"Mmm... you taste... fuck, you taste incredible..." he praises between slurping kisses, sending vibrations tingling through your skin. Below, Caleb's aching cock jerked and throbbed against your soaked pussy. Each twitch of his sensitive flesh against your core drew a guttural groan from his throat, and a soft whine from you, his hips rutting instinctively, chasing more of that delicious friction.
"You're so pretty," he pants, the words tumbling out in a desperate, incoherent jumble. He could feel the heat radiating off your cunt, could sense your body's readiness, yet still you held back, trying to retain some semblance of control. He whimpers in frustration, his cock pulsing urgently against you as he gazes up at you with pleading, lust-glazed eyes. "Tell me... fuck, please j-just tell me you want it too..." he rasps, his voice breaking on the desperate words. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer..."
For a moment, you remain silent, your expression unreadable. But then, with a sharp inhale and a barely audible hiss of air through gritted teeth, you finally mumble the words he craved to hear. "Yes, I... I want it."
Relief crashes through him, and he releases a shuddering sigh, his body relaxing slightly as the tension drains from his muscles. He positions the dripping, weeping tip of his cock at the entrance to your pussy and begins to press forward and part your slick, swollen folds around him. a shaky gasp leaves you as your hands fly to cling onto his broad shoulders.
"Ohhh... fuck..." He groans loudly as he feels the soft, plushy walls of your pussy grip onto the flared tip of his cock as he pushes inside. He feels you suck in more and more of him, gripping onto him like a vise. The way your pussy stretches around his girth to accommodate him has him nearly cumming on the spot. His hands clench on your hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Sweat beads on his brow as he focused all his concentration on the slow, tortuous process of sinking into you.
Inch by excruciating inch, he pushes into you, feeling your slick, plush walls flutter and clench around his sensitive cock as if trying to draw him deeper. "You're sucking me in, see that?" Caleb groans, his breath coming in harsh, tortured pants as he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against yours, causing his heavy, full balls to nestle perfectly into the curve of your ass. "Your pussy wants me filling her up, pips. 'S like we're meant to be fuckin', not fighting..."
Caleb starts to withdraw, feeling your walls drag against him, before plunging back in, starting a deep, deliberate rhythm.
Unwillingly, your composure starts to waver, your cool demeanor cracking. Soft, breathy moans leave your lips insistently, making his cock twitch inside you. "Y-you sound so pretty, you know that?" He chokes out through moans, thrusting steadily into you. "So good. S-so good for me. I got you." His cock pumps into you in a slow, deep rhythm that has your body jerking and bouncing beneath him.
You could feel your mind starting to go fuzzy, your thoughts scattering as your pleasure mounted. "Fu-Fuck, 's so deep." you say, your words slurring together. Your fingers scrabbled at his back, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against him. Caleb could feel your body starting to tremble, could sense the desperation building in your touch and your breathy little cries. They spur him on, urging him to thrust harder and deeper.
"You can take it." he mumbles, his swollen head catching your soft inner walls and making you twitch and clamp down on him when it nudges too deep inside you. His mind could barely process the feeling of your pussy squeezing around his cock, watching the way he'd stretch you out with every thrust.
The obscene sound of your arousal filled his ears, each deep, powerful thrust eliciting a lewd schlick! noise as your dripping walls struggle to accommodate his girth. "Mmm, listen to her... listen to your greedy little pussy sucking me in. She doesn't want me to go anywhere, does she? Wants my cum to fill her right up." he bends down, panting hotly against your neck, his lips and teeth and tongue working over your sensitive skin and leaving a trail of marks and kisses.
He could feel you trembling and notices you trying to hide your face in the crook of your shoulder, no doubt an instinctive move to hide how good you feel, but he would not allow it. Caleb hooks his hand under your chin, tilting your face back towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Don't you hide from me now," he cooed, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to see your cute little face."
You whimper, a deep blush covering your cheeks. "I'm not... I'm not cute..." you protest weakly, even as your hips begin to move up to meet his, seeking more of that delicious friction.
"You're not?" he asks, punctuating his words with a sharp, deep thrust that had you seeing stars. "But look how pretty you look taking my cock like you were made for it... like your perfect little pussy was molded just for me..." His hand slid down, fingers splaying possessively over your lower belly, feeling it clench and quiver as he filled you so completely. "And the faces you make when you take me are so - fuck- perfect."
He could feel you starting to tense, your thighs beginning to quake around his hips. Your breathy moans and whimpers rose in pitch and volume, blending with his own noises. "Fuck, yes... that's it, baby... Come with me." he urges as he drank in the sight of you lost in pleasure. "I want to feel this greedy little cunt squeeze the cum out of my cock. You miss a drop, and we do it all over again, you hear me?" He delivers a sharp snap of his hips, a brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt in you, kissing your womb so sweetly.
You size up suddenly, letting out a cry as your pussy clenched down hard, rhythmically, milking his throbbing cock for all it was worth as you rode out the crest of your climax.
Caleb threw back his head with a groan, a feral sound, as he felt your velvety walls spasming around him, sucking him deeper, urging him to fill you with his cum. He slams into you one last time before his own release overtook him. His cock jerked and pulsed, erupting as he pumped you full of his hot, thick seed, painting your insides white.
You collapsed together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests, the aftershocks of their shared climax leaving you both breathless. You could only cling to him as he leaned down and pressed a gentle little kiss to your temple.
"Don't try and beat me up ever again."
"Fuck you."
"Just did, pips."
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synopsis.⠀after a horrid meeting at work, you find xavier asleep at your desk. he's... unusually clingy.
tags.⠀sfw, fluff, crack kinda, pre-relationship xavmc, gn!reader, reader's already a little annoyed for comedic effect, idrk i wrote this on a whim :C. short & not proofread!
“That’s correct, miss. This month’s attacks have been greatly reduced thanks to our—”
One more word from this meeting and your head will explode. No, in fact, implode. That would be less of a mess to clean up. It’s a shame you’re all by yourself there. Apparently, they specifically needed you, showing you off as a trophy for all you’ve managed to accomplish recently. There was no way out.
You wanted Tara to be there, at the very least. Nudging your shoulder every now and then, cracking some random joke-remark while the higher ups would be discussing over serious stuff… anything but this. Her presence would help with lighting up the mood instead of having to deal with the fact that two of your supervisors are standing there, admiring you as if you’re a statue made out of authentic gold.
Thankfully for you, it ends quickly, which makes you walk back towards your desk, exiting the meeting room. It feels like your head is made out of nothing but putty, melting down on your body as you sluggishly try to find your way back. Not only this, but paperwork’s happily anticipating you back there. Another headache perfectly awaiting your arrival. Wonderful.
Slowly pulling yourself together, you open the door leading to your office. That’s where you see a white-haired man, in his hunter uniform, in your chair, his head on your desk, in… what?
“Xavier?” Your voice reaches his ears, his fingers coiling ever so slightly around the edges of your desk. His closed eyes twitch a little, before groggily opening themselves up, still squinting, to take a good look at you and at his surroundings. He seemed as if he didn’t understand why he was even there.
“Mmh?” He lets out a soft murmur, slooowly raising his head from the desk. This way, you can get a better look at your work partner and neighbor who just so happened to fall asleep right where you should be sitting at. You perk your eyebrows up in response to his mumbling, asking for answers.
Xavier doesn’t speak, however. That prompts you to break the silence once more.
“Are you… alright? What’re you doing here?”
It’s not long before his eyes fully open to look directly into yours. “Just hanging out.”
Hanging out?! Is he being serious right now…?
“At… at my desk?” Rhetorical tone drips out of your throat.
“Yes.” He answers casually, as if this is a normal, day-to-day occurance. Still a little perplexed by the situation, you approach him and signal towards the stack of papers on your desk. You motion towards them, indirectly letting him know that you still have work to do. And that he’s in the way.
While he does pick up what you’ve been gesturing, Xavier doesn’t exactly let go of interrogating you as if you were the one who he caught red-handed. “Is your meeting over?”
“Uh, yes…” You furrow your eyebrows a little, responding to his question. Obviously it would have ended, you’re standing right in front of him. “Why? Did you want to talk to me about something? Are you alright?”
It’s the second time you’ve asked this. You do know Xavier to be a bit of an oddball, but this seemed a little out of your area of expertise. Luckily for you, he finally stands up—a little silly due to you intrerrupting his very nice nap in your ‘abode’—and eyes you up and down, like a confused puppy. You’re still completely lost.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… waiting for you.”
And the reasoning you did not know of. Still, your brain feels way too heavy to carry on your shoulders to actually try to understand this man. You just got out of an awkward situation, just to enter in yet another one. Sighing, a little heavier than you would have liked, you sat back down on your chair, your hands sluggishly grasping the paperwork to slide it in front of your face.
Xavier is still there.
You wait a little longer, too occupied to mind him, engrossed and utterly engulfed in that ugly stack of sheets, carefully sorting everything and going over the same lines written there—
Xavier is still there.
—to make sure that you’re absolutely doing everything well for the Association. After all, as you’ve noticed today, you were the grand trophy of your workplace, no? You just had to continue to—
Xavier is still there.
…Well.
“Why are you still here.” The way you phrased it didn’t even sound like it’s meant to be a question. You painfully tore your eyes away from that blinding white, meeting his calm blue eyes. As if that didn’t infuriate you further.
“Sorry. Should I go?”
The way he phrased it didn’t sound like a genuine question, either. Just a little more pathetic, so to speak.
“Ah— I mean, uh, I don’t mind.” You reply, almost instantly. The way his eyes were practically begging you to let him hang around you for a while longer made your heart melt. You can’t just whisk him away, especially when he’s been acting so… odd.
Gathering your thoughts together (amongst the stack of paper which has now been reduced in height a little), you gesture towards Xavier that he can come a little closer if he wishes to. Maybe, if he’s a little closer to you, you’d be able to press him further as to why he’s so insistent on staying.
It’s fun, if you’re honest.
Taking this opportunity, you let him lean a little closer. You poke his cheek, grabbing his attention. Pulling the exact move as he usually does: engage, then fall silent before the other. Your question remains unspoken in your eyes, which seem to stare him up as if your gaze could easily pierce right through him. That same odd feeling lingering in the air between you two.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
There he goes! He’s finally talking to you, as awkward as your situation still might be, he’s at least saying something.
“For what?” You press on, even though you already know what he’s sorry for. You just want to squeeze out answers out of him, that’s all.
“For invading your desk. I only wanted to find you, but then sleep washed over me, and… your desk was the nearest station.”
His knee accidentally touches yours, making you jump a little. It wakes you from whatever daze you were in, letting out an exasperated breath.
“You have such a way with words.”
a/n.⠀haven't posted in like... a month... hdhfdh i'm sorry. this is a little sloppy because i kind of lost interest in lads recently given everything,, </3 instead i've been super into indie visual novels! who cares!!!!!!!! oh oh also, check out xavier's birthday bang where i'll be featured in as well ^^ keep an eye out! until then, i might go on a short hiatus on here ;;
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Misaligned schedules, sudden missions, business trips, emergency—it seemed like the whole universe went out of its way to keep the two of you apart. A couple days apart was terrible, but weeks felt like torture—a punishment, even.
Text messages were still exchanged, and you responded to each other’s Moments posts, and if you were lucky, you could still manage a few phone and video calls here and there, but none of that could ease the loneliness you both felt.
You started counting down the days to your reunion, eagerly crossing off each date on the calendar, already imagining when you’re back in each other’s arms. Daydreams filled those idle, slow moments, your mind drifting away during leisure afternoons, imagining the warmth of his body close to yours.
You pictured dates, planning outings in your mind and already tasting sweet, delicious desserts with him. You couldn’t wait to kiss him again, feel his lips on yours, his own longing surfacing, revealing itself in his own desperation to have you to himself.
Those very daydreams prolonged their stay, appearing even as you slept at night, feeling so vivid, it was like Zayne had returned to your side already. Even in this dreamscape, you could sense everything around you were not real—including him, but when his lips found yours, overwhelming you with passionate intensity, you let go of reason, wanting nothing more than to be drowned by him.
Zayne’s voice was soft but thick with desire. “Why don’t you… show me how much you miss me?”
He guided you to straddle him, and you gasped, arching up into him. He was already hard, already ready to feel your warmth around him. His lips found your neck, trailing kisses along. Strong arms wrapped around you, and large hands roamed all over your back, pulling you tighter into his embrace.
Heart pounding, breathing heavy, you grinded over his erection, already imagining what it would feel like to have his cock fully inside you. He groaned at the sensation, but did not discourage you, his own face growing more flushed with desire.
Your chest rapidly rose and fell, and you pleaded, feeling a growing ache inside your body.
You wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
It didn’t take much pleading for Zayne to shift you on his lap, your panties pulled down, but still dangling off one ankle, as he freed himself, and you gasped, feeling him guiding you down on his cock.
S-so full…
Your eyes rolled back, moaning as you both succumbed to your repressed desires, losing yourself in a maddening rhythm chasing after the same euphoria. Messy kisses heightened the uncontrolled passion, the heat clouding your mind, feeling the familiar signs of your approaching climax.
Nails scraped along Zayne’s back, and you knew he was close, too, feeling him rushing, his fingers pressing deep into your hips.
Closer and closer and—
You woke up screaming his name, shaken awake by a powerful orgasm. Panting, you stared at the dark ceiling above, confused, only realizing seconds later that everything had been a dream. A very lifelike dream.
Trembling in bed, the aftershocks of your climax lingered, but knowing that everything had been a dream left you unsatisfied. If you closed your eyes, it was like Zayne was here again, his warm breath intermingling with yours, and his body heat exchanged with yours.
“…Zayne…”
Blindly, you reached for a pillow, clamping it between your legs. Instinctively, your hips moved, hesitantly at first, a faint sense of shame inhibited you for just a moment, but that sudden friction against your core was enough to overcome any feeling of embarrassment.
Soft gasps spilled from your mouth, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you trembled, quickening your grinding, overwhelmed by a desperation to revisit that dream again. To feel him again.
You needed him. Needed him raw. Needed him deep inside you.
You needed the way Zayne would dominate, knowing how to set a rhythm with practiced control, using the force of his thrusts to tease and edge you before his own needs clouded his mind and he would succumb to his own primal instincts, addicted to the way you pulse so heavenly around him, desperate for him to be the one to bring you to a state of complete ecstasy.
Stay spread for him, urging him—begging him—your mewls incoherent and indecent, and you’re no longer uttering words, just moaning obscenely until his thrusts would become brutal, so forceful, they would coax his name out of your mouth. Panting and gasping and screaming, your body would betray all of your feelings, and Zayne would know how close you were to coming.
Your body could never lie to him.
Eyes on me, he would command, knowing full well you had lost all control of your body.
“Za-Zayne…”
You continued humping the pillow, rushing as your mind raced with images of your beloved Zayne, seeing his devilishly handsome smirk, his sultry voice coaxing you with plentiful praises closer and closer to your orgasm. Your panting grew heavier, eyes shut tight, seeing him—feeling him.
You could feel his weight on you—like he was right here, keeping you spread for him. You remembered how full you felt, stuffed with his thick cock, feeling it penetrating you again and again, deeper and deeper, and you were gripping him so tight, his own groans driving you closer to your release.
“Oh, Zayne—!"
Everything stilled, your body gone lax, feeling only the faint aftershocks of your climax. Your heart was beating wildly, the adrenaline of the moment heightened, your breathing still unsteady as you lingered in the afterglow. A sleepy smile settled on your face, and you could only think of Zayne again, feeling like he had trained your body so well, you still wanted more.
More of him.
He could take you in so many different positions, make you come so many times, you would lose count before sunrise, and when you were sore, he would keep you flushed to him, his endless praises a sweet lullaby as you surrendered to him once more.
Giggling, you grabbed your phone.
The next morning, Zayne woke up to one text message and a photo attachment.
I moaned your name last night.
His breathing stilled, seeing the lewd dampness on the pillow between your legs.
His pillow.
Amused, Zayne wondered if this sort of behavior warranted a punishment… or perhaps a reward?
“That’s my girl,” he chuckled, his own morning already showing signs of mirroring your previous night.
two truths, one lie
I’ve skinny-dipped in the ocean before.
I moaned your name last night.
I love you.
Waves lapped at the shore, and for this brief instance, it seemed the only other sound Rafayel could hear was his own heartbeat, feeling it pulsing rapidly inside his chest. The air felt humid and heavy, his own breathing ragged as he searched for his voice again, unable to fathom any of the sentences he had just heard.
The alcohol was supposed to relax you both, but perhaps, you were too relaxed. Seated in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, you peered up into his eyes, seeing flames dancing on the ocean’s surface.
He replayed the confessions in his head again, easily surmising one of them to be the truth: You love him. Of course you did, he had no doubt that that was the truth and would always be the truth.
“You love me,” he said confidently. “Truth.”
Smiling, you leaned up and pecked his lips, leaving traces of the wine behind. “Correct.”
He furrowed his brows, realizing the two remaining confessions were harder to identify. He gazed down at you, eyes drifting over every inch of your body. You could feel his fingers twitching, unconsciously pressing into your flesh, but you stayed silent, observing the way he was trying to discern which was the truth and which one was the lie.
Rafayel thought about it. He imagined scenarios where you could have skinny-dipped in the waters. Perhaps a daring night during your college years, having one reckless final fun before you graduated and went on to pursue a respectable career serving humanity.
You gasped when Rafayel pressed his fingers deeper into your flesh, still appearing lost in thoughts.
On the other hand, Rafayel found the other confession unexpected, and… unique, to put it simply. Skinny-dipping seemed almost pedestrian, a tired response used by many to prove the existence of a wild side. He wasn’t as interested in that, and he almost wondered if perhaps you also realized how ordinary that was, wanting instead to give him easy confessions to clear the path to what you truly wanted to reveal to him.
“You moaned my name last night,” he repeated, feeling the air was getting hotter. He swallowed once, mustering up all of his confidence for this one weighted word: “Truth.”
You captured his lips, you arms wrapped around his head, fingers tangling into his silky locks. You gasped in between kisses, his warm breath and yours intermingling together. “Correct.”
Rafayel stumbled back, feeling the hardwood floor beneath him entirely. He gazed up, face flushed, at you straddling him, your own cheeks as red as his. Distantly, he wondered if the alcohol had gone completely to both of your heads. Neither one of you seemed to have any inhibitions left.
“T-tell me,” he said as steady as he could. His head was buzzing, intoxicated by the alcohol, but also by images of you, alone in bed at night, submitting to obscene acts and fantasies of him. Slowly, a smile crossed his face, almost deliriously delighted by the very prospect that you fantasized about him in such a way when you were alone.
“I caught a fishie,” you murmured, seeing that same delirium on his face. “I trapped him in my bed and had my ways with him.”
“Y-yeah?”
“He didn’t resist me. He let me do whatever I wanted to him.”
“Like what?”
“Like…”
Rafayel choked back a cry, surprised when you leaned down, nibbling along his neck, your fingers dragging over each button, popping them off and revealing his torso. He panted softly, holding back a groan as you grinded against him, seeking a friction against your core. He vaguely wondered if you did something similar the night before.
“I marked him up, made him mine,” you murmured, branding him with possessive kisses down his body. You fingered the button on his pants.
Suddenly, your world spun upside-down, finding yourself flipped over and pinned underneath the young artist. You gasped, arching up into him when you felt his erection brushing against your core. Eyes closed, you remembered back to the night before, wanting to feel him close to you like this.
The waves sounded louder—deafening even.
“Look at me…” Rafayel murmured, his hands touched your face delicately in a way similar to handling a rare priceless, timeless masterpiece.
You opened your eyes, seeing the fire in his eyes burned brighter.
He wanted you.
Wanted you flushed red, and painted in white by him. His beautiful muse, only worthy of being worshipped by a god.
forgotten hot pot
“Excuse me?”
Xavier hadn’t even realized he had dropped the cooked sliced beef back into his bowl. The pot at the center of the table continued to simmer quietly while he gawked at you casually continuing to eat.
When you had invited him over to your apartment for a hot pot dinner, he had agreed readily, delighted by the prospect of sharing his favorite meal with the one person he loved in the whole world. While the dinner started out normally with some lighthearted talk and teasing, the moment suddenly took an unexpected turn when you casually revealed a rather… indecent secret out of the blue.
However, based on your nonchalant demeanor, he wondered if you had ever intended for it to be a secret in the first place. He felt his cheeks warming up. The whole room suddenly felt unbearably hot, and he knew it had nothing to do with the hot pot still simmering away at the center of the table.
Just as you reached for the fried tofu to add to the pot, you were startled when Xavier blocked your chopsticks with his. You tried again, and he parried your effort immediately.
You lifted your gaze, locked eyes with his.
“I moaned your name last night,” you repeated flippantly, seizing this stunned opportunity to retrieve your tofu, happily plopping them into the simmering spicy broth.
His gaze hardened. “Why are you being so nonchalant about it?”
He could feel something else hardening under the table. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain the same calmness as you. Xavier’s mind, however, was already racing ahead, his eyes staring at you from across the table, darkening as he pictured the state you were in the night before.
“It just happened,” you answered calmly.
“‘It just happened?’” he repeated your words, astonished that your tone was as breezy as if you had just remarked that this was a sneeze and not something much more indecent.
You smiled at Xavier and dropped some cooked bok choy into his bowl.
“I don’t want this,” Xavier said, vexed.
“What do you want then? Mushroom? Shrimp? Lamb?”
“An explanation.”
“Expla—”
“Stop messing with me,” he demanded. You didn’t fluster once at his harsh tone, or even seemed to want to pacify his growing irritation. Frankly, it was starting to piss him off a little with the way you were messing with him like this.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, adding, “I was upstairs.”
“It was… late,” you fibbed.
“You’re lying.”
“So, what if I am?”
Suddenly Xavier turned the stove off. The hot pot continued simmering from the residual heat, the gentle bubbling the only noise to cut through the tensed atmosphere. Before you could get a word out, the lights in your apartment flickered once, surprising you, but Xavier himself seemed unfazed.
He stood up. The lights flickered again.
One step closer to you.
And another.
You yelped when the room plunged into complete darkness, feeling a firm hand grasping your chin. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you saw Xavier mere centimeters from you.
“Were the lights off like this last night?”
Quietly, you nodded, almost certain you saw a pleased gleam in his eye.
“Did you plan it?”
Slowly, you shook your head, finding yourself unable to tear your eyes from him. His voice was so calm, alluring, the mere firm but soft tone coaxing out more details of your dirty secret. Surprised, you gasped when he grasped your wrist, pulling you to your feet to stand in front of him. You peered up, seeing Xavier was still confused by your shameless admission.
“What made you want to tell me this?”
“I thought you would like knowing… how just thoughts of you made me so… wet.”
It was brief, just an instance in the darkness, but you were almost certain you saw that flicker of surprise in Xavier’s eyes again. When you blinked, still adjusting your eyes to the dark room, you noticed Xavier was quiet once more, his expression unreadable. You wondered if he was still upset.
You liked teasing him to rile him up, but you hated the idea of him genuinely being mad at you. Perhaps your teasing was too mean-spirited now. You worried that he might start stewing in his volatile emotions and misinterpret your intentions.
“I fantasized about you.”
A shaky breath escaped from Xavier’s lips, his words dying in his throat the moment you leaned forward, pressing a firm kiss to his neck. Instinctively, his hands fell on your waist, steadying you as arms entwined around his neck, body pressing closer to his, and more kisses mapped their way from his neck, to his cheek, his nose, before briefly your lips lingered over his.
“Xavier, I felt you on me last night,” you confessed, cheeks flushed with desire. “I felt you holding me, touching me, and…”
“And…?” His heart was racing, his grip on your waist tightening, as if he was afraid to let you slip from his grasp.
“I wanted to cum to just thoughts of you,” you revealed, even more certain you saw his cheeks stained red and his eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Knowing you were just upstairs, perhaps already asleep, and it was just one floor separating us, but because it’s you…”
You let out a startled gasp, your feet suddenly off the ground and firmly wrapped around Xavier’s waist. He held you tighter, his lips finding yours again, swallowing your words as he started to carry you to your bedroom.
“Xavier? Xavier… our dinner…”
“I have a different appetite right now,” he said firmly, and gradually a smirk appeared.
Before you knew it, your back met your mattress, and suddenly all you could see was him looming over you. You sat halfway up, your weight supported by your forearms resting on the mattress, and Xavier crawled on top of you, leaning in closer.
“Show me,” he demanded, breathless, stealing a kiss. “Show me everything.”
Your hands held his face, and you smiled, feeling a growing warmth in your belly, already imagining the scenarios you had fantasized the night before would come true tonight.
Closer, your lips inched to his, and the warmth of your breath sent shivers down his spine, and your words thrilling him for what to come. “I want to hear my name on your lips, Xavier.”
dark romance
Everyone had guilty pleasure.
In fact, this particular one might even border on being basic as fuck, you decided.
Curiosity guided you to the first book. It was supposed to be a casual read, something you would pick up from time to time, but instead, you had finished the first book within three days. After that, everything became a blur as you tumbled down a dark rabbit hole seeking out more books of this nature. Dark romances with mysterious men.
Forbidden.
Dangerous.
Erotic.
The male leads were always tall, broad shouldered, and deadly.
This latest book you read was no different. The male lead was a brunet, but you pictured silvery white hair instead.
He had brown eyes. You saw crimson instead.
Your eyes drifted over each word, the image in your mind growing clearer and clearer, until the obscure male leads in your books all took on one form: Sylus.
You couldn’t possibly imagine him with any other women, so of course, you indulged in the fantasy, pretending the heroines in the books were you in another life, and in all of these, your fate was intertwined with his.
Cold and dangerous, he feared no one, but for you, he would submit, yielding his power, glory, and wealth to you.
It all sounded so familiar, you mused.
“A certain kitten is smiling like the Cheshire Cat,” a silky voice drifted into the room, the underlying amusement mingled with his teasing words.
You set your book facedown over your stomach, watching as Sylus approached the bed, settling in next to you. He glanced at the cover of your book, raising one brow at the dark artwork with thorns and roses and black feathers.
“If I recall,” he started, reaching for the book. Immediately, you swatted his hand away, and he laughed, continuing unperturbed, “You were reading this book earlier this month. I thought you had finished it already, sweetie.”
“I did,” you answered calmly, your hand searching for your bookmark while you continued to keep eye contact with him.
“I see,” Sylus responded, amused by your transparent act, “It must be a good book deserving a second read.”
Second read—or seventh, to be exact, you silently mused, knowing it was in your best interest not to let him know otherwise, or else you would never hear the end of it.
“Perhaps you could read it to me tonight then,” he suggested, and you squeaked in surprise. Unfazed by your reaction, Sylus propped himself up by his elbow, his chin resting in his hand as he stared at you with mischievous amusement in his scarlet eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Do you not want to share your bedtime story with me tonight?”
“This book is not your type,” you responded, adding confidently, “You wouldn’t like it.”
“I can be open-minded to new things,” he countered, smirking at seeing your cheeks turning red. “Start reading, sweetie. You can even start on page 114, if you’d like.”
Your brain did an automatic shutdown.
Sylus could barely contain his chuckles, delighting in the way he could actually witness the wheels in your head spinning, trying to process his words.
A moment later, you screeched at him, “You know?”
“That a certain naughty kitten likes indulging in some light erotic reading? Of course,” he answered cooly.
You tried to rack your brain, confused by how Sylus even knew of this in the first place.
“I’ve noticed this particular book showing up several times,” he finally explained, “So I was curious about what sort of reading had you this engrossed for weeks now.”
You processed his words, asking slowly, “Did you…”
“The author certainly knew how to create such an… immersive reading experience,” Sylus quipped, reaching over to rest his hand on top of yours. He then pried the book away, setting it on his nightstand.
“I also know this kitten is keeping another secret she hasn’t shared with me yet.”
“I’m not—”
Immediately, you felt complete and utter mortification when you heard Sylus’ high-pitched voice mocking you:
“‘Sylus—Sylus, don’t stop… like that… yes… ye—'”
You pressed both your hands over his mouth, cheeks burning while his eyes gleamed at you with delight. Sylus easily pried your hands away from his mouth, pulling you to rest under him. Your head turned away, and you glowered, asking begrudgingly, “How—”
“You dialed my number by mistake last night.”
“And you didn’t hang up?!”
He laughed. “And miss out on hearing firsthand what you do during your freetime away and alone in Linkon City?”
You gasped softly, feeling his lips on your shoulder. The kisses he left branded on your skin were electrifying, lingering long after their warmth had disappeared.
“You heard everything?”
He chuckled, but didn’t waver from his ministrations.
“Sylus—”
He continued, his teeth dragged over the strap of your nightgown, and you felt another firm kiss left on your flesh.
“I moaned your name last night… you heard?”
He chuckled again, sounding pleased when he answered you. “Several times.”
The first wave of raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows in Sylus’ bedroom. Within seconds, it was pouring, the noise competing with how loud your heart was beating. Trapped beneath him, you recognized his actions were careful—precise, and… familiar.
“Page 117,” you said suddenly, heart pounding louder, feeling his calloused hands caressing your smooth legs, and then thighs, reaching under your nightgown, his fingers stopping at your panties.
He hummed in agreement, his gaze softening at seeing your surprised expression.
“You read… this section?” you asked hesitantly, mind already remembering the exact infamous risqué scene he was recreating.
“I read the whole book,” he corrected you. “What interests you is interesting to me, and I must say… I am intrigued by your taste, sweetie.”
“Sylus—”
He cut you off with a kiss, his words coming out in between each hot breath. “Tonight… yours… yours… to command…”
Butterflies fluttered in your belly, your cheeks warming up, and you recalled again the section he was emulating, the scene now burned into your memory with perfect clarity. Caught under his crimson gaze, you stared up at your lover.
Dressed in dark clothes, enveloped by a mysterious aura, he commanded the night and all bowed to him. With you, however, he yielded control, wanting to serve and pleasure you, keeping you locked in a state of complete euphoria.
repeated fantasies
“I moaned your name last night.”
The voice message was so short. Not even ten seconds long, but Caleb kept replaying it. The first time he listened, he thought he had misheard what you had said.
So, he listened again, his cheeks reddening as the words—spoken so boldly, so flirtatiously, so teasingly—fully processed in his mind.
Then, he replayed it a third time, fourth, fifth, feeling his pants tightening as he listened to your voice repeating that message, never once imagining how just a few simple words could get him so hard, his mind already forming several lewd images of you the night before, alone in bed, splayed out as you played with yourself, doing unspeakably obscene things to yourself while your own mind was fixated with only thoughts of him.
He needed to know.
He needed the details.
He wanted you to recreate the night before, paint a clearer picture in his mind, or perhaps, he should let his imagination go wild instead, filled with filthy fantasies of you succumbing to your own state of lust.
He wanted to listen to every gasp, every sigh, hear how you moaned his name last night as you shook with pleasure alone in bed, mind swirling with only thoughts of him and a still unsatisfied yearning for him.
You couldn’t possibly be satisfied with your own slender fingers. His were thicker. Whatever toys you had couldn’t possibly fill you with satisfaction. He was thicker.
When you moaned his name, was it with need that you desired something bigger inside your wet cunt? Your needy pussy could only be satisfied by him after all. Caleb was getting dizzied by the shameful thoughts, throbbing with need for answers—for you.
The distance that separated the two of you was felt in this moment. He wanted nothing more than to leave Skyhaven, return to Linkon—return to your side, to keep you in his embrace, to hear you wanting him in the same way he wanted you.
This state he was in now, he wondered if it was similar to how you felt the night before. A certain yearning, and a fiery desire that needed to be quelled, to be answered and satiated in that moment.
He dialed your number. The phone rang, and Caleb smirked when his call went through immediately, sensing almost an eagerness on your end. He was just as eager to hear your voice, wanting dirty answers to his filthy questions.
His mind was already racing ahead again, hearing that sweet, sweet voice uttering such filth to him, and he knew he could get mesmerized and hypnotized by such lascivious words luring him to the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Hello, my Caleb,” you breathed, knowing full well just how much you had already messed with his head with your not-so-innocent voice message.
Caleb chuckled in response, both amused and pleased by your audaciousness.
His pants unzipped, large hand wrapped around his cock. With a leisure stroke, and a shaky breath, Caleb greeted you, voice heavy with arousal, “Hello, my pretty naughty girl.”
[ Masterlist ★ lingering words to you masterlist ★ AO3 ]
It doesn't matter if he knows how to do something or not, he is either learning to do it himself or paying for someone who does it.
He is just the most competent man alive and will go through legal and illegal methods of problem solving for you. Whether the matter is as simple as building a new vanity for your bedroom, spending and searching through all the internet for that niche scent perfume or picking you up from missions that went down, he is always finding a way out.
Love the way he is always trying to make everything easier for you, and of course he gets his share of happiness in the process, cause nothing is more fulfilling for him than making your worries go away.
It´s really easy with him actually, because you know that he has seen the worst of the world, the worst of people and is not afraid of it. You could have the darkest of secrets and the worst of the problems and all he would give you is love and support.
Of course he loves seeing you all empowered, shooting wanderers, driving your motorcycle at some speeds he finds impressive, winning kitty cups, whatever that makes you have that glow of confidence he loves, but he still relish in the way you relax around him, how you don't have to overthink decisions, how your defense walls are down when he is around.
You could go to the end of the world and be fearless knowing that he is with you.
He says it's because you get the scary dog privilege from him that shields you from danger, you say it's because he makes you feel safe.
He doesn't know what to do when the words leave your mouth.
So he does what he knows best, he keeps you safe in his arms, shielded from wanders, bad people, worries, loneliness...
Yeah he can take everything you throw at him, test him.
❥boyfriend! rafayel is gentle with you during your period.
rafayel curled around you the moment he saw you tense, his long arms sliding around your waist and drawing you back into the warm cocoon of his chest.
you’re curled in on yourself, legs pulled up, a soft groan buried into his pillow as another period cramp twists through you.
“easy, baby… i’ve got you.” he murmured, voice low and velvety against your ear.
his lips found your neck first — light, fluttering kisses that trail along your skin like warm brushstrokes. each press was soft and lingering, as if he’s trying to coax the pain away with affection alone.
you felt him smile faintly against you when you pushed into his lips, shivering.
“ah…”
his hand glided down, palm settling flat beneath your shirt, right over your bare lower tummy. the heat bloomed instantly. his fire evol warming his skin until it’s the perfect temperature, soothing and heavy like a living heating pad.
the relief made your eyes flutter shut, lips parting in a silent groan.
“mmh– raf...” you whispered into the pillow, breathless with both pain and the easing of it.
“i know.” he answered in a hushed tone, tightening his arm around you, and pulling you flush against him. “hurts, doesn’t it? let me help, baby.”
you felt the warmth pulse gently with his breath. his digits stroked slow circles over your abdomen, matching the comforting rhythm of his pecks along the curve of your throat.
“you’re doing so well.” he cooed between kisses. “just breathe with me… there you go.” another graze, this time just below your ear. “i’m not going anywhere. i am all yours.”
“a-ahh.”
a tiny whimper escaped you as the pain spiked again, and rafayel immediately hugged you closer, nuzzling into your hair.
“hey, hey… i’ve got you. let me take care of my girl.”
his hand stayed steady, radiating heat, melting each wave of discomfort until you’re sinking deeper into him, into the sheets, into the safety of his arms.
into a gentle, peaceful sleep.
“you don’t have to be strong right now.” he muttered, lips brushing your skin with every word. “rely on me, my love.”
and with his blazing hand pressed to your belly, his kisses at your neck, and his voice humming comfort into your spine, it was impossible not to.
