He likes for you to be on top

Don’t get me wrong, the man can be flexible as hell and will contort you into any position required

But he’s also a giver. And he wants to give you the praise and adoration that you deserve.

Ricochet loves watching you bounce on his cock from any angle

Whether he can see your face and how it contorts when he tugs you down just. Like. That.

Or he has your whole back that he can feel up. That he can drag his nails down and leave welts all over, to be covered up by your clothes and ring gear later.

Our boy is also a mixture of loud and breathtakingly quiet. It all depends on the location

Home: loud AF. Moans. Cursing under his breath. Yelling your name to the ceiling. Oh yeah

Backstage: sweetie you better hope you can be quiet. Because ya boy knows how to control himself. Usually by biting his lip almost bloody, but also by covering your mouth with his.

Full. He fills you so freaking perfectly. In every way that wrecks you.

Aftercare = 3 words: Full. Body. Massage.

Think about it: all the strength he needs in those hands to do what he does? All for you, honey.

***

“Kyla.” I stiffened at the sound of his voice then came to a slow stand, my hands trembling with the magic flowing back and forth.

“Trevor, this really is not a good time.” I informed him, turning to face him with narrowed eyes. Damn him and his fucking allure. He sighed, eyes flickering back between my hands and my mismatched irises then said,”I don’t want to hurt you.” My tongue peeked out at his statement and he mimicked the motion as I stated, “Then don’t. Let me live, let me do what I’m supposed to.”

“I can’t. You know I can't, you know too much.” I sighed, the purple and blue sparks beginning to rise from my fingertips, then murmured, “Take the final warning or don’t, it’s up to you.” He gave a sigh, hanging his head briefly, then when he looked up again, his brown eyes were now an intense emerald.

“Ricochet, take your chance now and leave.” I warned, the sparks now growing into a small ball of fire that shared a purple, bluish hue to it. He stepped forward and outstretched his wings, the gold of his feathers casting a glow over his already beautiful face. Too bad he wants to kill me. I stomped my left foot down against the rooftop and flames engulfed his frame, allowing me to make my escape with a wave of my hand.

I trudged into my apartment then kicked off my wedges, untangling my now singed hair from the braid. My roommate’s door opened and out came Aleister, his hair tied back in a low ponytail as he asked,”What in Gods’ Hell did you run into tonight, Kyla?” I gave an annoyed glare and replied,”I’ll give you three guesses, the first two don’t count.”

“Ricochet? Trying to ‘kill you’ again, I’m guessing? When will that Nephilim finally accept the fact that you’re his soulmate?” he questioned, settling beside me on the couch as I inspected the damage I had brought upon my beautiful hair. I nodded then asked, “I don’t know, hopefully soon. Hey, do we have any scissors so I can cut my hair?” He pursed his lips, clearly trying to remember if we did, then he snapped his fingers together, the object appearing in the palm of his hand as he replied, “Here’s a thought. Go get a shower and I’ll cut it however you would like.”

I groaned, annoyed that he was making me get up when I just sat down but came to a stand nonetheless.

Once I finished my shower, I stared into the mirror, examining my appearance. Mismatched eyes, one green, one brown with black hair that reached the middle of my back. I wasn’t ugly but I certainly didn’t exceed the one to ten scale. Freckles were splayed against my cheeks and I leaned against the counter, realizing that my height was both a curse and a blessing in disguise. I stood a solid 4’11 so I always wore heels when I had the chance.

“Kyla, come on, I would like to go to bed soon.” Aleister called in the bathroom. I entered his room and settled at the foot of his bed, instructing,”Cut it up to my chin and give me bangs.” He nodded in understanding and snip snip snip went the scissors, the black locks falling around my shoulders and onto his duvet.

Within ten minutes, he had my hair cut and even all the way around. Aleister brushed my now short hair then cleared the strands off his bed into the small trash can that he keeps beside the foot of the mattress, stating, “Alright, go get some sleep. You’ve had a long night.”

I nodded in understanding and walked into my room, flopping onto my bed face first without a care in the world. I gave a sigh and curled under my blanket, wrapping an arm around my pillow as I mumbled under my breath, “Gods, I hope tomorrow is better.”

Morning rolled around and apparently while I was sleeping, Aleister had snuck in to plug up my phone. I rolled over and clicked on the screen, reading a message that my friend, Seth, had sent me, Hey, kid, I’ve got an important meeting, can you come watch over the shop? Drew and Bex is there, but ya know how they are. Seth ran his very own café and whenever he needed someone to monitor his shop, he would text me.

“Sure, be there in ten.” I allowed myself a little more time to get ready, fixing a bow into my hair, then walked out into the kitchen, immediately taking notice of the note that my best friend left for me: Be home later, had to go out with a friend. I hummed and tapped the letter before taking my leave out the door.

I ended up walking down to the café and entered the shop, nodding at Seth’s boyfriend, Drew, who was running the bar with their girlfriend, Becky.

Both were demons, equally as evil as the other happens to be. I approached the bar and the red headed woman slid me a mocha coffee with three shots of espresso, across the counter. I nodded in thanks then settled in the corner that I always sat in. It was a vantage point and I hate to have people sitting behind me. Some may call it paranoia, but it is what it is. It was right beside the window, which made it all the more better.

I sipped my drink then began working on my crime rate report. I was the resident detective that wasn’t on the station’s public payroll and the way that I dealt with certain criminals wasn’t exactly what someone might call… ethical.

Someone pulled the chair out from across me then they settled down. I didn’t look up, it was pointless.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re so damn polite for a Nephilim? Your kind is fucking abrasive normally.” I commented, closing my laptop lid, leaning my chin against my propped up hand. A smile danced across his pretty mouth briefly then he replied,”I have been told that quite a few times, thank you. Would you like me to be a bit more abrasive?”

“Maybe it would ease our sexual tension and make things a bit fucking easier on you when you finally fucking kill me.” I replied, taking a drink of my coffee. He laughed then questioned, ”Is that all you do is curse?”

“Please. All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.” I chirped, taking another drink. He rolled his eyes and replied, “I think we should step outside, Kyla.” I stared at him for a moment, gauging to see if he was serious, then fisted the front of his shirt, dragging him to his feet. Internally, I knew that he went willingly, but the satisfaction of having a Nephilim- my Nephilim- in my clutch made my magic sing with delight.

“Why, Pretty Boy, you finally gonna fuck my brains out?” He stared at me blankly and replied monotonously, “I think it’s best that you go willingly so I don’t have to kill you in front of all your friends.” I licked my lips and finished off my coffee before saying,”Let’s do a head count here, Trevor, and see if this changes your mind.”

“There are two demons running the bar, three werewolves, five vamps, a fairy, and two sirens, not to mention the monsters in the back of the store. Take me back to my place, I’ll put a sock on the door, and make sure that Aleister won’t come in. Accept the fact that we’re soulmates and you can finally fuck me.”

Ricochet fidgeted with his fingers. He was a good soldier, loyal to his Gods but I could see the way he fought with himself, debating on if it was worth it- disobeying direct orders to kill his soulmate.

“Don’t do this to yourself- to me. Accept me and leave your legion, they won’t bat an eyelash at your disappearance. You’re just another foot soldier to them, Ricochet, so why are you even considering this?”

“I know. You think I don’t know this? I have been killing myself over this decision, on whether I should follow my orders to kill you. Do you think I actually want to kill the woman who, every time I see her, no matter what she’s wearing, I want to press her against the closest surface and fuck her until the two of us can’t move? Trust me, this isn’t easy for me, so get that outta your head.”

Becky approached our table with a new coffee for me in hand then she set it down, asking calmly, “Ricochet, could I interest ya in a cuppa something? Might calm ya nerves so I don’t have ta kick ya asses outta shop.” Still burning holes through my soul, he said nonchalantly, “A water would be fine, thank you.”

She turned on her heel then approached Drew and half of the café’s attendees who had gathered around the bar to watch my soulmate and I’s showdown. I stared at him then stated, “Let’s go to my house and settle this, Trevor.”

He glanced over at the crowd watching us then he snapped, eyes glowing emerald, “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?!” They dispersed at his exclamation then he wrapped his hand around my wrist, practically dragging me from the coffee shop, Drew already on the phone with Seth to let him know what the hell happened.

I dug my heels into the sidewalk then snapped, “I am not walking in that fucking rain, you are out of your goddamn mind.” Finally he took notice of the storm that had fallen upon the city then he narrowed his eyes at me, demanding, “Did you do this, is this your doing?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes, then replied,”I knew I was going to be walking home, there is no way in hell that I would have brought this.”

He pulled me along then glanced up, informing me, “Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I followed his gaze and realized that his wings were out, acting as our umbrella. I gave an impressed look and he wrapped an arm around my waist, fingers brushing the skin that was exposed in our little scuttle. I shivered at his touch then he glanced down at me, concern fleeting across his face as I did then I assured him, “Cold chill, I’m fine. Let’s just get out of this rain.”

Ricochet nodded in agreement then we turned the corner to my house, the rain suddenly picking up as we raced to dart underneath the awning of the entrance. His wings began to fold back in then I slid a hand at the base of them, his entire body stiffening as I asked,”Are they sensitive?”

“Extremely.”he gritted out, eyes glued to my own. I allowed my fingers to delve a little deeper into the feathers, a sigh escaping his mouth and I asked,”Good or bad?” He groaned and admitted, “That all depends.”

“On what exactly?”

“On whether you’re somebody other than my soulmate.” I let out a small laugh and walked into the elevator, leaving him standing around. He joined me in the small space then pressed the button for my floor. I raised an eyebrow at the fact that he knew which floor I lived on then he replied, “Don’t look so surprised, you’re my soulmate. Why wouldn’t I know where you live?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that nearly every time I’ve run into you, you threaten or even try to kill me? I mean, that does put a bit of a tamper on our relationships, Trevor.” He sighed and stated,”You’re really gonna keep that against me, huh?”

“You tried to kill me on multiple accounts! Of course I’m going to hold it against you, you stupid fucking Nephilim.” With a blink of the eye, he had me pressed against the elevator wall with his fingers wrapped around my hip as he snarled, “I hate that dirty mouth.”

“Funny, all of the men and women who I’ve slept with compliment me on how filthy my mouth gets. Too bad for you, buttercup, you’re missing out.” He let out a growl, clearly annoyed at my statement and for a moment, I thought he was just going to turn around and face the doors of the elevator, only for him to do the exact opposite: he crushed me into a kiss, tongue pressing in.

Mint from his gum swarmed my mind and I gasped with delight as he tangled a hand through my hair, tugging back as he snarled, “You mention another person enjoying your pretty mouth and I’ll make sure that you won’t do it again.”

“Oh jealous are we? In that case, I should probably tell you about the time when Aleister finally agreed to-“

“Not another fucking word. I swear to all the gods in the sky, if you tell me that you’ve slept with that fucking warlock, I am going to end his pathetic life.” He turned back to face the elevator doors and I grabbed his wrist, tugging him back to me with a laugh, reassuring him, “Chill out, jealous ass, I was only teasing you. Aleister is ace and even if he did like sex, he’s not my type. My type is more towards the pretty boy Nephilims with a beard and good manners.”

“Sounds like you have your eyes set on someone. Do I know him?” Ricochet questioned, tangling my fingers with his own as he led me out of the elevator. Oh we’re getting somewhere? My tongue peeked out and he mocked the motion as I replied, “You do actually. Nice guy, very easy on the eyes. But you know, he keeps pulling some fuckery that I’m really not into.”

“Oh no, that’s terrible. I hope that he gains some sense then.” he remarked and I glanced down at my watch, swiping up briefly to check my notifications, then replied, “So do I.” I slid my key in and unlocked the door before pushing the door open, letting Ricochet step inside. I followed him in and shut the door behind me, watching as Aleister appeared from the darkness, his arms winding around my soulmate’s neck.

“W-What the fuck is this?” Trevor choked out, clawing at the warlock’s arms. I sighed and grabbed my already packed bags then stated, “I didn’t want it to come to this, but you leave me no choice, Trevor. I knew you came with me to kill me so I’m going to disappear for a while. I can’t have a Nephilim who just so happens to be my soulmate following me around trying to kill me. It’s kind of a personal thing, but more of a, ‘Hey I really don’t want to die.’ sort of thing.”

Ricochet gritted his teeth together then he growled, “I will find you, Kyla. And when I do, there will be hell to pay.” I pressed my lips together tightly to form a small smile then replied, “And that’s why I had Aleister scrounge up an old spell to use on you. Aleister, you’re welcome to go ahead.”

The dark haired man nodded at me then began reciting the spell, “Soulmates they are, soulmates they will be. Together forever, never apart they should be. Hide the one until the other is ready. From this day forth, she will be hidden until he is ready.” As soon as he finished speaking, he released Ricochet and the two of us disappeared from sight, taking our luggage with us and Trevor roared after us, “Kyla, don’t!”

The initial move started with us in New York City, a hot spot for humans who accepted the supernatural with open arms. It was, after all, a plan where dreams came true so me being the cliche that most people know and love, I went there, hoping that Trevor would come to his senses soon.

But alas, it was a bust and we quickly moved to the Netherlands, enjoying the completely new scenery that the beautiful country offered the two of us. Aleister was, after all, born and raised there so it was particularly nice for him to be back to his roots. It was refreshing for the two of us; however, we were ready for a change not long after moving to the UK.

The next place that we moved to was Egypt, somewhere that I had always wanted to live. It was a wonderful culture with so much to learn and it was a fantastic learning experience overall. But eventually our wanderlust had died out a bit and homesickness for the United States hit like a train wreck one night after I spent nearly all day drinking our liquor cabinet.

“I just don’t understand! If-If he really loves me, why won’t he just accept that we’re soulmates, that we can finally be together without him trying to murder me every step of the way!?” I sobbed, pouring another shot of vodka, only for Aleister to swipe the bottle away from me, stating, “Alright, that’s enough for you, Kyla.”

“That’s what he used to call me!” I wailed, tears streaking my face. He blinked slowly at him then remarked in the most unamused voice possible, “That’s because that’s your name, dumbass.” The morning after was a bit humiliating because our mutual friend, Ali was recording the entire thing and he decided that I needed a reminder of what kind of a weepy monster that I turned into while drinking.

We returned to the States and moved to New Orleans once again, deciding that it was a nice neutral ground. Seven months had passed over the time that we traveled and I hadn’t seen Ricochet at all and I accounted it as him either still not ready to accept me or his legion actually did give a shit about him and decided that he wasn’t leaving.

“Hey, do you mind closing the bar tonight? I have a hot date.” Sonya questioned, wiping down the bar top as I poured shots at an almost inhuman speed. I glanced over my shoulder with a grin, stating, “As long as you’re going on this hot date with Paige. You two are killing me with the whole, ‘Let’s avoid my soulmate.’bit that you have been playing at.”

She laughed and stated, “Oh look who’s talking, Miss I had my best friend cast on a spell on my hot Nephilim soulmate who just so happens to be the man who was selected to murder me.” I let out a laugh then said, “Yea, thank you for that reminder. If I ever decide to change my last name, I definitely won’t consider that as an option.”

Sonya shrugged and disappeared into the crowd towards the time clock, leaving me to handle the few stragglers left in the bar. I flicked my wrist downwards to check the time then realized that it was time to close up and I thankfully didn’t have to kick out anybody who had missed last call.

I was fixing the liquor shelves and restocking the beer cooler when I heard the jingle of the door opening.

“Sorry, buddy, we’re closed but come back tomorrow!” I threw over my shoulder then I heard the squeal of a bar stool scooting out so I turned on my heel, prepared to give the person a piece of my mind, only to freeze. There, sitting in front of me, was Ricochet, two buttons of his shirt loose, revealing the start of his tattoos on either side.

He came to a slow stand and I just stared at him. His beard was longer, his eyes just a bit darker and he had a busted lip. I flicked my tongue out to lick my lips then murmured, “Hi.” He let out a scoff and leaped across the bar with ease, backing me into the shelves.

“Hi? That’s all you have to say to me after you had your asshole of a best friend cast a spell on me is hi?”he spat, shifting to press me into the bar top. I gave a small smile then offered up, “You look hot?”

He closed in on me as he hissed out, “Are you aware of what I have endured in the last seven months while you’ve been la-dee-dahing your way across the world with Aleister?”

“No, but I have a feeling that you’re about to go all flashback on me so if you could, at least let me sit down to listen comfortably.” I said. He scoffed and scooped me up, settling me back down on the bar top as he began to spin the tale of what he suffered while I was hiding away.

Ricochet’s Point of View:

In the blink of an eye, they were gone and I smashed into the ground, my forearms just barely saving my face from greeting the floor. I groaned and rolled onto my back as a scream made its way from my throat, rolling forward to land on my feet.

“Shit… shit, shit!” I shouted, smashing my fists into the walls as realization began to set in. Kyla was gone. And thanks to that fucking warlock, I wouldn’t see her until I figured out what I truly wanted. I turned away from the damage that I caused then ran a hand over my head, grumbling to myself. What was I going to do now?

A week had passed and the Council had finally figured out just how badly I fucked up this situation.

“Come forth, Ricochet, and speak your truth.” Bray called out, waving me forward. I hung my head and groaned internally, dragging my feet as I approached the council of the seven intimidating deities. Bray sat in the middle with Alexa, Luke, and Ember to his left and Zelina, Karl, and Jeff to his right.

“I-I honestly have no idea on how this happened, truly!” I began, only for Alexa to snip, “Oh really? And here we were thinking that you let that little witch and warlock go free.” Jeff rolled his eyes and replied, “Go elsewhere with your ninety cent bullshit, Alexa, we’re here to discuss the situation and how we should handle it according to the circumstances.”

“I am surprisingly with the Enigma on this one. Ricochet, what say you on your behalf?” Zelina questioned, leaning forward on her perfectly manicured hands. I sighed and slid down in my seat as I began to explain what all happened just a week ago and when I finished speaking, the Council stared at me with obvious mixed emotions.

“So what you’re tellin’ us, is that you managed to get lured back to her apartment, get captured by a warlock of all things to be caught by, then a few words in English and bam! You can’t find your soulmate, who’s also your possible future murder victim?” Ember asked, blinking slowly at me. I hung my head and admitted in a small voice, “Unfortunately yes, Goddess,that is exactly what I am telling you.” They stared at me for a few moments, not saying anything in response to my story, then they burst into laughter, shaking their heads.

“You, a Nephilim, was bested by a witch and warlock? Pathetic.” Luke spat, rolling his eyes. I began to speak up for myself, only for Karl to cut me off, “We should strip him of his wings right now. He is a disgrace to this world.”

“Luke, please act sensible. He’s but a mere boy. Doesn’t have as much as knowledge as we do.” Bray murmured, stroking his beard.

“Not to mention the fact that it was his soulmate that he was dealing with. I mean, that’s difficult to do on a regular basis but he was trying to bait her into his trick so he could kill her. That’s a tough situation.” Jeff chimed in, giving me a nod of acknowledgement.

I gave him a thankful smile then Alexa commented, “I think he’s blindsided by her and he won’t be able to finish the job.” Bray hummed at her addition and stated, “It’s possible… Ricochet, do you think you would be able to kill your soulmate, Kyla Nightingale?” I paused at his question, and thought about it. Would I be able to kill the love of my life, the only person that I would actually be able to love in life?

“No… no, he wouldn’t be able to. As much as he wants to please us, he doesn’t believe that she’s a danger to the world.” Zelina said, tapping her nails on the table top, as if she was passing the conversation down to Jeff.

“Well, it’s not like we know for sure that she knows the spells that we think she knows. For all we know, she has the book hidden away with Aleister guarding it. And she had so much power, really, it’d be a shame to kill her.” Jeff commented offhandedly, but his eyes spoke his truth: it was wrong to kill Kyla because of a suspicion.

“I suppose we could just not kill her. Let our dear Ricochet go back to his lovely, he could make sure she wouldn’t use that mysterious magic of hers. But of course, we do need to reprimand him for failing to kill her.”

“Strip me of my wings. Not literally, but take my standing. Make an example of me.” I suggested and confusion spread across the deities’ faces. They obviously were surprised to hear my option then Luke chimed in, “Let’s do it and call it a night.”

Kyla’s Point of View:

“They… they stripped you of your status?” I murmured, cupping his cheeks. He gave a tight smile and replied, “Yeah, I wanted to live, but they needed to make an example of me. I did it for you.”

“Trevor, you gave up your status of a high ranking Nephilim and for what? For a witch who’s caused you nothing but misery every step of the way?” He cupped my cheeks and pulled me closer, stating, “No… I didn’t do it for a witch. I did it for my soulmate. I love you, Kyla. You may not believe me now, you may not believe me a month down the road. But I do and I would do anything for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to throw your entire life away just for me.” I stated, circling my hands around his wrists. He smiled and murmured, “I’m not. I’m making my life better by having you in it. Can’t you see that?”

I laughed softly then replied, “Someone has been reading a whole lot of romance novels while I’ve been fucking gone.”