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[mayyari]

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴅᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴɴɪᴇꜱ :: CHAPTER EIGHT

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: praedator!rafayel x mc 🔞

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ word count: 10K

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ fic notes: ao3 exclusive, third person pov, established situationship, mutual pining, angst, makeup sex, marathon sex, scent kink, spit kink, aphrodisiacs, biting, blood drinking

The radiator groans under the strain of the zip tie. Flash of fire, trick of inertia. Rafayel lurches forward like a shot. His wrist still smells of plastic and singed skin when he drags her back to him, quick enough to catch her gasp in his mouth.

His heart pounding against his ribcage like another captive. His tongue sweeping past her teeth, tasting faintly of coin. She doesn’t mind it, and the very notion of that rattles him, feeds the hope in his gut, and he wants—

“Again,” Rafayel demands against her lips, but he gives her no quarter to break away.

She whimpers into the kiss, dizzy with the furor of it. Hand clutching at his shoulder, fingers in his hair. He tips her back to the floorboards. When they part out of necessity, lungs demanding oxygen, she gasps, “Rafaye—”

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[mayyari]

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ :: CHAPTER THREE

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: sea god rafayel x reader 🔞

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ warnings: eventual jealous rafayel, monsterfucking, he's got two dicks, dp, anal fingering, squirting, first time (she's bold w it but there's a lot of exploratory awkwardness still), mc explores her sexuality in many senses of the world and may or may not be demisexual

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ notes: an expansion on this and that from kinktober 2025. first two chapters are the same as the original oneshot, but converted to second pov. mc/reader has some defined characteristics and a distinct personality here, so keep that in mind if you're looking for full reader-insert immersion. i'm also experimenting with style and voice in this one, so there may be some shellshock if you're coming in from my other works.

You woke upon clean sheets scented with a hint of bergamot. It was a gentle fragrance, one that cradled your senses as they breached the membrane between sleep and the waking world. The laundresses weren’t always so indulgent, but you’d noticed they had become more generous ever since you fell ill. You resolved to enjoy their kindness while you still could.

You cozied your cheek into your pillow, the linen of a pleasant temperature despite the intruding rays of light. Inclined to chase comfort, you turned your hips in search of the untouched space where the bedding was coolest only to be woken by a brutal, stabbing pain in your core.

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[mayyari]

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴅᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴɴɪᴇꜱ :: CHAPTER SEVEN

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: praedator!rafayel x mc 🔞

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ fic notes: ao3 exclusive, third person pov, established situationship, mutual pining, angst, makeup sex, marathon sex, scent kink, aphrodisiacs, biting, mild bloodplay

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ summary: tamino and his supervisor reunite. sequel to honeydew, but can be read as a standalone. all you really need to know is that they started having sex while living together, and tamino can smell when she's ovulating—hence scent kink. immediately follows the kindled of 'extreme dose'.

DAY SEVEN – ?

The innards of the watchtower aren’t what she remembers them to be: simultaneously more attended to than its old keeper ever managed and ruthlessly turned out. Swaths of the wall have been wrenched open, exposing the metal scaffolding and suspect wiring. Stacks of lumber have been laid along the far edges of the floor. Some boards have already been erected within the yawning space, suggesting walls that have yet come to fruition.

She swears there was a dip in the floor once, one she had such a reliable habit of tripping over that Caleb would get a grip on her sleeve three steps before it ever grazed across her toes. Looking down at her feet and the wooden planks still thirsting for varnish, there’s no doubt the flooring’s been entirely redone.

She’d heard, of course, of the developers who’d sunk their claws into the Southern District. She just hadn’t expected them to find their way here. A loft like this would be priced out of reach for most citizens of Linkon once the renovation’s complete—even her, now at the height of her earnings. This lonely place, where she and Caleb once discovered the old keeper cold and dead with winter, sprawled on the floor.

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[mayyari]

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴅᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴɴɪᴇꜱ :: CHAPTER NINE

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: praedator!rafayel x mc 🔞

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ word count: 4.4K

┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ fic notes: ao3 exclusive, third person pov, established situationship, mutual pining, angst, makeup sex, marathon sex, scent kink, spit kink, aphrodisiacs, biting, blood drinking

DAY NINE – 4:12 a.m.

In the plodding moments before erasure, the house looks like home again. She sees an apparition of their old loveseat with the damask upholstery in the corner. There’s a whiff of Josephine’s spiced coffee cake in the gasoline. Her eyes ache as she pours it over the wool rug they kept rolled up in the attic in hopes that one day, they’d have a room large enough to display it in.

“What do you think?” Josephine once joked, pinching lovingly at her cheek. “In the ballroom or the grand hall?”

She’s scrunched it into the narrow hallway, its edges pinched up the wall like the flaps of the paper fighter jets Caleb would fold for her on their walks home from school. The bucket of the bloodied sponge, the poncho, the researcher’s coat, and every other bit of evidence of the night at EVER sits at its center.

She tells herself her eyes are watering because of the fumes.

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