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[mayslads]

‎✧✦ I am may ‬⁩ ✦✧

‎⊹ eng/ger

‎⊹ ࣪28 ~ Aquarius

‎⊹ MDNI!!!

‎⊹ european server

‎⊹ zayne is my hardworking husband ❄️⛄️

Note: this is a sideblog for my game MC May. I am not May!

[zaynezone]

...and just like that i'm writing a part 3. Thank you @leighsartworks216 for your beautiful mind

[xiexielians]

[love-marimo]

found some hq photos of valko without the texts! ♡

[xiexielians]

I'll be your test subject.

[mayslads]

I am missing him without ever meeting him…

[syluses]

My hopium levels 📈📈📈

[cooljunglegym]

Arranged Love

Arranged marriage, Zaynexreader, possessive!zayne, porn with plot, creampie, dirty talk 4.6k words

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Your husband did not like you. It was a fact you’d accepted the moment your families had been introduced to one another prior to your engagement. You never resented him for it, he had as much say in the marriage as you did. On top of that, he was a young, hot, successful cardiovascular surgeon. If his parents hadn’t arranged a wife for him, you were sure he’d have no trouble finding one. 

So really, it’s no wonder your husband doesn’t like you. Whether or not you liked him back was another story. It was hard to learn more about him since he was elusive, even in your shared home. Unsurprisingly, he spent most of his time at the hospital. He did warn you of this when he was giving you a tour of the luxurious penthouse you were now living in. 

To the rest of the world you were happy newlyweds, while in reality you’d only spoken in short conversations over dinner. That was where you found yourself now. Sitting across from your husband and next to a view of the Linkon skyline. 

You began pouring yourself a glass of wine, before offering some to Zayne. You didn’t drink often, but you felt you’d be needing it tonight. He’d sent you a text throughout the day, warning you he needed to speak to you about something over dinner. 

Your stomach has been tangling itself in knots ever since. When he confirmed he didn’t want any of the chardonnay, you put it away and slid into the seat across from him. Even as you took your first, generous sip Zayne hasn’t spoken a word. 

He is taking another bite of the maple-glazed salmon when you finally broke the silence. “Is everything okay?” 

His green eyes moved from the plate in front of him to you, looking a little caught off-guard. “It’s delicious, is this a new recipe?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as he brought up the dinner you’d made instead of the ominous text message from earlier. “Well, yes it is, but-” 

“You should make it more often.” His words came out a little muffled through the next bite of fish he’d gotten. 

“Thank you, but I wasn't talking about the food.” You clarify. Under the table you are worrying your napkin between your fingers. 

Zayne hums, his tongue darting out to lick off excess maple glaze lingering on his lips. The movement catches your attention and you find yourself gripping the napkin tightly. “Is something else the matter?” 

“I was talking about the text you sent earlier.” Your words seem to kickstart something in his brain as he sits up straighter. 

You mirror his movement, sitting up in your seat as you study the way the city’s lights are illuminating his features. Telepathically urging him to just get on with whatever he has to say. You prepared yourself for the worst, but a life altering confession never came. 

“There’s a charity gala I’ve been invited to as head of the cardio surgery department. I wanted to make sure you could come as my plus one.” 

You let out a breath of relief. “Is that all?”

He reaches for his glass of water, looking at you with a small quirk of his eyebrow. “Were you expecting something else?” 

You shake your head, if only to avoid his striking green eyes boring into you for another second. “I didn’t know what to expect to be honest.” 

As you look at him you can make out a smirk he’s hiding behind his glass. <em>Was he teasing you on purpose?</em> 

“It’s nothing to be nervous about.” His deep voice reaches your ears, having the opposite effect of what his words intend to do. You take another sip of chardonnay, the smooth liquid leaving a warmth in your throat. “However… there is a black tie dress code.” 

You ponder over your closet, thinking of the classiest dresses you own, before Zayne catches you by surprise once again. “You can pick out whatever dress you’d like. I’ll leave my card with you tomorrow.” 

“I’m sure I could find something in my closet.” In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you could. However, the idea of using his card to buy something for yourself was already making your palms sweat. 

“I insist, just make me aware of whatever you choose.” He’s so nonchalant with his request, resuming his meal without sparing you another glance. It seems the conversation is over since he’s decided on you buying a new dress. It’s only fair that he wants to see it. Make sure his money was used wisely. 

You down the rest of your wine before eating your own food. 

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Days later, you find yourself in the guest bedroom, inspecting yourself in the full length mirror. The dress you picked out was as flattering as could be, along with the tallest heels you could walk in successfully. You’d chosen something backless, mainly because it was your favorite color and one of the cheaper options in the high-end dress store Zayne had recommended.

Just as you turn to grab your bag you hear three quiet knocks on the door. The guest bedroom was the first room Zayne had shown you on the tour of the penthouse. You’d taken it as his way of showing you the room he wanted you to stay in. Since then, he hadn’t come into the room uninvited. 

Your heels click across the hardwood floors as you make your way to the door. You open it to see Zayne on the other side, his eyes finding your face and then moving over your figure. “Ready to go?” He asks. 

You swallow thickly before nodding, your own gaze falls on the long neck-tie draped on his chest. The same shade of the dress you’re wearing. As if the wedding rings on your respective fingers weren’t enough to mark you as a pair, he’d gone the extra mile to match you. 

He reaches out his left hand, the gold of the ring glinting in the light of your room before you take it. He guides you all the way down to his sleek expensive car, opening your door and helping you in. 

You rationalize his actions, of course he wants to practice his appearances for the night. He couldn’t afford people talking about his marriage being fake. 

You weren’t sure what to expect from the gala, you were a little surprised to have Zayne taken from your side almost as soon as you arrived. One of his coworkers asked his advice for something urgent. You found yourself alone, standing against one of the walls of the fancy banquet hall. 

You were nursing a champagne you’d barely taken a sip of. Watching Zayne from across the room where he was engaged in a conversation with a group of important people. You didn’t notice the man sidle up to you, “All alone this evening?” 

He was tall, though not taller than Zayne. Dark brown hair and blue eyes, you couldn’t help but think he looks remarkably plain. Especially compared to your husband. You shake your head at his question, letting your left hand rise enough for him to see the large diamond. “I’m here with my husband.” 

He took the opportunity to grab your hand, shaking it gently before getting a look at the ring. “Simon, it’s lovely to meet you. Is your husband one of the doctors here tonight?” 

His touch left an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. You introduced yourself before dropping his hand as quickly as you could. “My husband is over there.” 

You nod your head over in Zayne’s direction, but Simon doesn’t even turn his head. “Have you two been married long?” 

“A month.” You answer his question curtly, taking a sip of champagne to punctuate. 

“Newlyweds then.” He’s clearly grasping at straws to keep this conversation going. His eyes keep lingering over your body more than your face. You wish you had any excuse to leave the area, but Zayne is still clearly engrossed in whatever his colleagues are discussing. 

He speaks again, trying to get your attention back on him. “Is he treating you well?” 

Simon clearly has no reservations at making his intentions clear. You wonder if he’d bothered at looking at Zayne, if he’d still be so bold. You open your mouth to respond before a large hand is wrapping around your exposed back. 

“Dr. Zayne, head of the cardio department.” Your head snaps up to Zayne as he moves the hand not on your back to shake Simon’s. You’re not even sure how he’d managed to get over to you so quickly.

Simon looks intimidated to say the least, his face goes pale as his head moves to look up at Zayne. He takes the handshake, though it’s a late response. “Nice to meet you, I was just-”

Zayne cuts him off before he gets the chance to come up with an excuse. “Keeping my wife company?” 

You blush at the title, still unused to him calling you that. His warmth at your side is welcome, especially as the air conditioning nips at your exposed back. You fight the urge to lean in, Simon and the indistinct chatter of the party becoming afterthoughts. 

“I was just introducing myself, Doctor. No need to worry.” Simon was definitely trying to do more than introduce yourself, although you’re sure all three of you knew that already. 

“Well, it seems like your job here is done then.” You’ve never heard Zayne’s voice so… cold. You’re rethinking your previous assumption that Zayne disliked you. If this was how he spoke to those he truly dislikes. 

Simon seems to have gotten a burst of confidence, however. “With a wife as beautiful as yours, I wouldn’t leave her side.” You tense at his words, disturbed by the compliment and bracing yourself for Zayne’s response. 

“Luckily, I’m the one who gets to take her home and not you. I think it would be in your best interest to step away.” If your face could get any redder, it certainly does. 

Simon’s eyes go wide at Zayne’s comment. “Understood, have a good evening.” His expression is tight as he finally steps back. 

You don’t turn to look at Zayne until Simon has walked away, once you do he’s already looking at you. “Do you want to get out of here?” 

His hand hasn’t moved off your back, his voice has gained a softer tone. One you now know is reserved for you. You want to leave as soon as you can, but you don’t want to hold him back. “Do you have anyone else you need to talk to?”

“No one is as important as you.” Your breath hitches at his words. This is something you’ve never heard from Zayne before. Such an intimate expression, meant for your ears only. 

At your nod of approval, he guides you out of the banquet hall. He doesn’t spare a farewell to the group he was speaking to earlier, seemingly as desperate to escape as you. Perhaps, you were an excuse to leave. Even as you think that, his actions towards Simon make you second guess yourself. He seemed jealous, possessive even. You couldn't come up with <em>any</em> reason for such a genuine reaction. 

Unless Zayne was an incredible actor, you were pretty sure there was more to this arranged marriage than you had thought. 

Your mind races with thoughts up until Zayne locks the door behind you two. You move to head to your bedroom before he stops you. “Wait.” You turn, looking down at where his long slender fingers are wrapping loosely around your wrist. 

“I must apologize.” 

You blink up at him, utterly dumbfounded. “Apologize?” 

“For leaving you alone at the gala. I haven’t been fulfilling my duties as your husband. If you’re unhappy, I want you to speak your mind.” You take a minute to digest his words, over the course of the night your whole perception of Zayne has changed. 

He lets go of your wrist at your lack of response. Flexing his hand at his side instead, like he wants to reach out again, but is stopping himself. You finally find your voice. “Did you mean what you said?” 

He looks into your eyes with that piercing stare of his. “Of course.” 

You open your mouth, but close it once more. You wanted to ask about his previous actions, finally get the clarifications you’ve been searching for. He beats you to it, taking your hands in his. His touch stays as gentle as it always is, holding your hands tenderly. “You’re my wife. No one has any priority over you. If I’ve made you feel as though that’s not the case, I’d like to apologize for that as well.”

“Zayne.” The use of his name has him gripping your hands tighter for a fraction of a second. “I know our situation isn’t typical. I’m not expecting you to care for me in that way.” 

Oftentimes, trying to read his expression is like trying to read in a language you don’t speak. Now, when you look up at him, he looks <em>heartbroken.</em> 

“I do.” He speaks quietly. “Care for you.” 

The confession feels like a punch to the chest. You had no idea this was where the night would lead. You’re rendered speechless as he waits patiently for you to say anything. In your silence, he drops one of your hands to reach for your chin. He lifts your face until you’re looking at him. 

You can feel your heart beating against your ribs as you respond. “You make me so nervous.” 

Zayne hesitates in his movements, moving to take a step back before you stop him. You grip his hand tighter. “No, not like that.” You clarify before he can move further. 

“Of course I care for you. You’re one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.” His eyebrows shoot up at that, he’s as shocked as you are that you’ve said that. You move on before the flush on your face can get any worse. “And I thought you didn’t like me. I’ve just been trying my best to make you happy, but you’re so hard to read. Every time I look at you, I have to stop myself from trying to get closer to you.” 

“You don’t have to stop yourself.” He blurts out. It’s the least control you’ve ever seen from him. “I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t like you. I’m more than happy to prove that <em>isn’t</em?> the case.”

You can’t help but think how backwards this all is. Getting married <em>and then</em> confessing your attraction for one another. You still have to clarify nonetheless. “Prove it how?” 

“However you’d like.” He lifts the hand still in his grip to his lips as he leaves a soft kiss there. 

You gasp quietly, the implication takes you by surprise as you picture the ways he could show you. His free hand grabs your waist, pulling you closer to his large frame. You try to stutter out a response, but your words come out stilted. 

“It seems like I’ve been neglecting my duties as your husband. Let me make it up to you.” He moves your hand he’s holding to his chest. You can feel the quick rate of his heart through his dress shirt, betraying his own nerves. His eyes catch your lips, making his intentions clear. “May I?” 

You nod in permission as he moves closer, stopping just before his lips can reach yours. “I need to hear you say it.” You think distantly that he is teasing you once again, but you give in. Letting out a breathless “<em>Yes,</em>” that he cuts off with the press of his lips. 

It isn’t your first time kissing, since you’d kissed at the altar. However, this is much different than the diplomatic kiss from before. His lips are <em>insistent</em> against yours. Pressing firmly before moving away to change the angle in the fraction of a second. He moves both of his hands to grab your hips, squeezing over the lavish material of your dress. The movement has you gasping against his lips. He uses the opening to slot his tongue over your lips. 

He tastes like the sweet puffs they were serving at the banquet and you couldn’t imagine anything sweeter than this moment. He pulls away to look over you intently, his eyes catching on your lips that must be swollen from his ministrations. 

His voice sounds deeper than normal when he speaks. “If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself.” 

You move your hand from his dress shirt to his tie. You tug it gently, having no problems finding his eyes now. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He looks a little surprised at your words, not expecting you to be so direct maybe. He uses his grip on your hips to move you backwards. “Is that what you really want?” 

With a quiet, “Yes, Zayne.” He’s carrying you bridal style towards his bedroom. Kicking the door open and sitting you down on the edge of the bed. He tears off his glasses before speaking. 

“Then allow me to consummate this marriage.” He pulls his tie off before taking off his suit jacket. The sight of him undressing in front of you causing you to squeeze your thighs together. 

His eyes are drawn to the movement, causing the side of his lips to quirk in amusement. Once all of his buttons are undone, showing off the lean muscles of his torso and chest he moves forward. One hand falls on your thigh while the other moves under the strap to your dress. “I know how you’re feeling darling. This dress was driving me mad.” 

His knee presses into the mattress on your side as he moves closer. His face finding your neck and trailing kisses back to your face. You whimper quietly, his teasing leaving you shaking. You reach his hand out for his belt, but he stops you before you can. 

“So impatient, let me prepare you first.” He allows you to put your hand on his shoulder as he kneels between your legs. The sight of him looking up at you leaves you biting down on your lip. 

He tsks, his thumb is warm as he smooths it over your lip. “Wanna hear you. Won’t you take your dress off for me?” 

You nod, your hands coming to slide the straps of your dress off, exposing your breasts to the open air. He moves his hands to help slide the dress off of you all the way. Leaving you in just your soaked panties in front of him. You want to look away, but his serious expression is captivating as his eyes rake over you. 

He takes the final step to hook his fingers on the edge of your panties, his hands still avoiding touching you anywhere but the meat of your thighs. “Zayne…” His name comes out in a whine, your hands gripping the sheets on either side of you. 

He hums, his face moving closer to your thigh so he can leave a wet kiss there. “Love it when you say my name.” He drags his tongue closer to your core, before pulling his face away to look at you. 

“Please…” You trail off, your voice failing when he stands up. 

“Please what?” He lifts up one of your legs to help you lie on the bed. Climbing over you as he braces one of his arms beside your head. His other hand touches your breast, kneading slightly. 

“Touch me.” You tell him, though you think the way your hips lift for friction is enough to display what you want. 

“I am touching you.” His thumb tweeks your nipple as proof, a stilted moan spills from your lips. 

You’re sure your face is bright red at this point, though he must enjoy the sight because his eyes are glued to your face. “Please Zayne, touch my pussy.” 

He leans forward until his mouth is close to your ears, he murmurs a quiet, “Good girl.” To accompany his praise, two of his slender fingers part your folds, sliding easily through the slick. “You’re so wet for me, almost ready for my cock?” 

You mewl loudly as he precisely circles your clit. Your thighs clamp down on his hand, trapping it over your heat. His filthy words only make you wetter, gushing over his digits. You hadn’t thought he’d be so vulgar, but you certainly aren’t complaining. “Hah… I’m ready, Zayne.” 

He groans in response, his lips pressing over your neck and down to your collarbone. You move one of your legs up until it makes contact with his groin, feeling evidence of his own arousal. His dick is rock hard where it’s straining against the slacks he never took off. The second he feels your leg against it, his hand moves away from your pussy, making you whine. 

“So needy… you just need me to fill you up that bad? When I’m trying to take my time with you?” He moves his face away from the mark he was leaving on your collarbone to look at you. 

You find it hard to keep eye contact when his green eyes are looking at you so sternly, but you manage it. “Yes, please. I need you.” 

His Adam apple bobs as he swallows, seemingly thinking it over before coming to his conclusion. “So be it.” He leans away from you, his hands coming to undo his belt and push his dress pants off. He isn’t taking his time anymore, his movements are hurried until the offending clothing is thrown on the floor. 

You can’t help yourself from glancing down at his leaking cock, red and swollen from being neglected. He pumps it slowly from the base to the tip as he looks over your exposed body. You fight the urge to close your thighs. Focusing instead on the quiet huffs coming from his mouth, the previously stoic man you once knew finally losing his cool. 

You think about sitting up and putting him in your mouth, your own needs falling to the sidelines, but before you can he’s moving forward. He grabs either of your legs to wrap around himself so there’s enough room for him to slide between them. You let out a whimper as his member makes contact over your pussy, grazing your clit. 

He lets out a small grunt in response, taking intense focus as he lines himself up in front of you. “Are you ready to take me darling?” 

The words make you shiver, but you manage to let out a small affirmation. As soon as it’s out of your mouth, he’s slowly sheathing himself in you. You aren’t sure if he’s taking his time to tease you more, or if he’s being considerate. Regardless, the way his cock splits you open as you arch against him has you reaching up to grab his shoulders. 

“Zayne…” His name comes out high-pitched and breathy. His stoic expression cracks at the noise, his eyes shut as he focuses on the feeling of your walls squeezing over every vein of his member. 

You feel stretched open by the time he’s fully buried in your core. The hand not bracing himself up has come to hold onto your hip tightly, like he’s stopping himself from pounding into you right away. You reply by tightening your legs around him, the heel of your foot pressing into his back. 

His eyes open when he begins to slide out of you, making sure he can watch your expression once he thrusts into you. Your mouth falls open in surprise as he manages to hit your g-spot with the first thrust. He smirks slightly, like he’s proud of himself before he slides his hand up to cup your face. “Ready for more?” 

You want to shout that you’ve been ready this whole time. Instead, his fingers slide into your mouth, allowing you to suck on them while he starts to thrust into you rhythmically. Your hips move in time with his, allowing him to slide into you even deeper. The blinding friction you’ve been waiting for has you digging your nails into his shoulders.

His head falls forward, losing focus as you hear him groan beside your ear. “Take me so good, love the way you squeeze me.” You’re moaning around his fingers, even as some drool manages to leak from the sides of your lips. 

As his speed picks up, you can feel where your shared arousal has begun to pool at the base of his cock. He moves his fingers out of your mouth, making a path down to your clit before getting distracted by your pert nipples. Without his fingers stunting the noise, you moan loudly as he pinches the sensitive bud between his soaked fingers. 

He moves his face back to yours when his hand finally reaches its destination on your bundle of nerves. He’s more than pleased when your face contorts with pleasure at the added stimulation. “Are you close? Going to cum around my cock?” 

You try to nod, but he slows down his speed when you don’t respond. “Want to hear you.” 

“Yes! I’m almost there Zayne, don’t stop.” Your desperation for him to keep moving allows you to shout out, which he takes in stride. 

He loses his rhythm, chasing his own finish while his lips find yours in a messy kiss. His tongue licks over yours as small grunts escape the back of his throat. Your hands rake down his back, searching for something to ground yourself since you feel your orgasm approaching. 

You finish in tandem, feeling the warmth of his cum spilling inside you. Your kiss loses its momentum as you call out loudly. Zayne is quiet, but you can feel his whole body shake against you while he grinds the tail-end of his orgasm against you. 

He leans back to look over at your spent expression once both of your aftershocks have subsided. Zayne himself looks prostrate, his eyes lidded and his dark hair sticking to his forehead. You move one of your hands to run through his hair as he looks at you fondly. “Thank you.” He whispers. 

You aren’t sure if it’s for your action, or for the sex as a whole. You think it’s a little silly for him to thank his own wife for such things, but you’re touched nonetheless. You lean forward to peck his lips once more. 

Even after all the lewd acts you’ve just done, the kiss brings a redness to the tips of his ears that wasn’t there before. <em>Cute</em> is the word you’d use to describe him. 

Eventually, he has to pull out of you, though he seems pained to do so. He moves to the attached bathroom of the main bedroom to grab a towel. You almost melt into the sheets when you feel the warm towel he wipes you with. He’s very methodical, making sure you’re thoroughly clean before discarding the towel and offering you one of his shirts to wear. 

“Is this okay?” He’s sure to ask, in case you would prefer your own clothes instead. 

Of course you’re more than okay with wearing his shirt and you slip it over your head gratefully. You almost panic when he leaves the room, but you’re pleased when he comes back with a glass of cold water for you. On his way back in, he admires the sight of you in his bed until he dims the lights. He puts it on the nightstand before slipping under the sheets beside you. 

He reaches out to pull you against him before pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “Are you going to start sleeping in here from now on?” He asks into the darkness. 

You let out a small chuckle, unable to help yourself. “Yes Zayne, from now on I’ll sleep with you.” 

[thalwri]

IN HEAT

synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.

warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.

wc: 2,3k

a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.

Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.

Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.

“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.

“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.

“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—

“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—

“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”

“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.

Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant. 

What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.

But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore. 

You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.

Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.

He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it. 

“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”

Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.

The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish. 

“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.

You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.

Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.

“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest. 

“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.

“Please…”

“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do. 

You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?

With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”

“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.

“If you’re grossed out—“

“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”

“The millisecond.”

His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”

“I’ll put a poet to shame.”

“Pull my hair?”

“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”

A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”

Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.

It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.

The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens. 

But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?

You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours. 

You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again. 

“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.

“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.

He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.

Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it? 

His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.

Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”

“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”

You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.

It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.

Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.

Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!

You love these fucking supermoons.

“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”

“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“

“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”

He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”

“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.

“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.

You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”

Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.” 

[valkoayin]

06/22/26; 03:00pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ catch up series 1 ]

featuring: valko

notes: in celebration of valko’s reveal, i’m going to dedicate a few thirsty drabble sets solely for him ♡ may be 100% OOC bc we know nothing about him but this is self indulgent af… he’ll be added to all of my future LADS drabble from this point onwards (after a few catch up drabbles; his personality will be more established after july 9)

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

how he eats you out

you were burning for him, eyes becoming dilated the moment your wolf settles himself between the fat of your thighs. his golden eyes were hidden beneath a wide expanse of darkness, breathing in your scent while letting out a shudder of your name.

valko inhales your scent, mouth already watering at the sweetness wafting off from your cunt. without skipping a beat, he surges forward, allowing the entirety of his mouth to cover your outer lips.

he was filled with greed, lapping up your slick with a fervor that takes your breath away-

your hands already gripping at the torn sheets settled below you, trembling when his growl was felt vibrating through the entirety of your core, feeling his tail brushing against your inner thigh, the sensation making you arch your back in response.

when you felt his tongue curl around the swollen nub of your clit did you finally lose yourself in such hedonistic sensations, spilling your juices into his awaiting mouth valko groans when he feels the way your pulsating cunt pulls in his tongue-

the sensation only serving to heighten the wolf’s hunger as he keeps you trapped against the bed, not stopping his indulgence for you even as the night turned to dawn.

when you get on your knees for him

valko’s voice was muffled by his metal muzzle, legs spread wide open as you hid yourself beneath his desk while he was on a business call.

the voices on the other line became nothing but white noise to the eoncore chairman the moment you got on your knees for him. you pull down the tightness of his leather pants, cupping his half hard cock before allowing your eyes to flash mischievously. his golden eyes pierce through you, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

but the moment your hand manages to cup at the underside of his cock while giving his balls a gentle squeeze. the sudden friction makes him toss his head back, earning questions of concern from the caller as he growls into the phone.

“the deals off… i’ve got something far more interesting between my legs.”

he hangs up the call, tossing his head back against his chair the moment you lean down and take the entirety of his cock within your hot mouth. his clawed hands tore through the leather of his seat, his hips fucking himself with fervor into your mouth as you lost yourself to the sheer taste of him.

when he lets you ride him

your lover was settled back in bed, a cocky expression seen within his liquid gold eyes as he waits with bated breath for your next move.

dressed only in lingerie made from red lace, you slowly placed your soaked cunt over his cock, feeling it pulsate against the silky feel of your inner thighs as you let out a soft moan in response.

with a click of his tongue, valko begins to spread your legs, fingers already curling within your entrance as he began to pump them in and out of your heat.

“c’mon, don’t tell me you’re chickening out now? we were just gettin’ to the good part.”

you began to pant, feeling your arousal dripping down the palm of his hands. he flicks at your clit with a devilish grin, making the ache unbearable when you suddenly moved his hands away from your heat-

coming down on him with a single push of your hips as he remained sheathed within your heat. he throws his head back, voice becoming a low growl as you began your messy pace on top of him.

you bounce up and down his cock with a fervor, allowing the squelching sounds of your heat devouring his length whole as fuel for setting your pace-

never once wishing for this carnal connection to end with your beloved beast.

shower sex with him

you should have known better than to accept valko’s offer to shower together, because very seldom did any actual cleaning get done.

with your breasts pressed firmly against the slick walls of your shower stall, you felt valko’s powerful body settled behind you, his chest rubbing against your back as his calloused hands slowly dipped into your dripping heat.

his deep voice whisper filthy words within the shell of your ear, making you tremble when valko lifts your form before sliding his cock within you from behind.

he groans, whipping his tail around before fucking himself into you. the sensation of the warm waters cascading down your bodies was enough to make you whimper, getting lost in the heat.

his thrusts were deep, almost punishing with how much he displayed his passions for you. as you felt his damp, burgundy locks of hair tickling your skin, his movements became sloppier the moment he bites down at the side of your neck-

making you cry out to him the moment he began marking you, ensuring that the whole world knew just who you belonged to.

morning sex with him

it wasn’t the sensation of the sun beaming against your eyelids that woke you up-

instead, you felt a pair of sharp canines gently scraping at your skin, causing a rather pleasurable sensation to course through your veins.

the moment you open your eyes did you realize that valko had his powerful body pressed against yours. “mmm… finally… you’re awake.”

you felt the faint brush of his erection on your backside, allowing your lover to spread your legs open before placing his hand within the waistband of your panties. “fuck, you always smell so fuckin’ good first thing in the morning. how could i possibly ignore this feast?”

as his fingers worked on its deep descent into your heat, you felt your wolf’s cock rutting into you, earning a soft whimper from you. he buried his face within your hair, his hands moving faster as he pumped them in and out of your cunt.

“c’mon baby… you’ll help me, right? only you can help me feel good…”

valko’s voice was a low whine now, the sound making you clench your knees in response to the sudden ache he had elicited from you. with a single nod, you heard valko let out a triumphant huff-

already tearing your soaked panties apart before shoving down his sweatpants, allowing you to feel the prominent swell of his cock before he thrusts into you. feeling the sweet pleasure already building up from within your abdomen, you cling to the sheets as valko strokes his cock within your heat.

the pleasure that was quickly building reached a boiling point, feeling his cock swell even deeper within your heat as you cried out to him-

spilling your juices down the length of his cock as he buried himself to the hilt-

letting out an almost animalistic growl before locking your cunt in place the moment his cock swells, knotting you completely as he kept his connection to you while pumping the rest of his seed within your heat, his growl turning into a low whimper of your name as he desperately captured your lips in a searing kiss.

a few beats later, you were left reeling from your release, with valko still deeply connected to you. letting out a deep sigh, he gently runs the back of his hand against your cheek, making you meet his gaze.

valko’s expression was sheepish, with his wolf ears now flattened as he spoke in an unexpectedly small voice, “sorry… you’re just… too fuckin’ beautiful that i couldn’t help it.”

you began laughing in response to his confession, earning a wince from him. such a shift in his expression made you panic when you asked, “i’m so sorry! are you hurt?”

yet instead of confirming or denying your question, valko simply gives you a wolfish grin. “why don’t you laugh again and find out for yourself?”

needless to say, you and your beloved wolf never got out of bed that day.

end notes: wowowowowowowwo a wolf daddy (⺣◡⺣)♡ pls enjoy this unedited mess, i just needed to write something in celebration for valko’s reveal (FINALLY!!)

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

[snowvee]

WELL DAMN, METALLISATION?!

[mayslads]

My only ‘ick’ is that he is kinda young. But that’s just personal preference!!! To a younger audience he probably seems still old! XD

[xinyuehui]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 敖尹 VALKO: CHASING NIGHT ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[xxfrozenpearlsxx]

bro looks like bang chan

[mayslads]

Don’t know about the ears - but I love the name, and the theme. I am big supernatural story lover :)

[cocoaxia]

★ — this or that?

summary: in which you ask the lads boys if they prefer ass or tits.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: mild suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s frightened, zayne isn’t with it, rafayel hates it here, sylus is lovely, caleb is strange…allusions to a fem reader (!!!) and obvious mentions of body parts but no explicit mentions of shape or anything like that ^^ that’s it (i think)

p.s. this is based off of a req SO ty anon, i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) <3

double p.s. this is just my interpretation so don’t think too deeply about the preferences hehe. ALSO lmk if you guys enjoy dark mode too bc i can try to do some more here and there in the future if so (> <)

a/n: this was made very quickly bc i was so #lockedin for some reason SO if there are any errors…no there aren’t…look away…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

[zaynestheone]

“He's married!?” • Love and Deepspace Zayne

The people at Akso Hospital would’ve never guessed Dr. Zayne was married.

Not because he was secretive—well, maybe a little—but mostly because he was always the stoic, overworked, impossibly responsible Chief Surgeon everyone simultaneously feared and admired.

Stoic, blunt, dry, terrifyingly icy…he wore his focus like armor, and a ring on his finger would have seemed as out of place as a laugh in an operating theater.

So imagine their surprise when, one Tuesday, a sundress-wearing blur of energy skipped through the double doors carrying a bento box, humming to herself, the smell of something sweet and savory trailing behind her.

“Zaynie!” she called, voice light and bright, and just like that, the chill in the corridor shattered.

He spotted her immediately. That corner of the hospital that was always tense, full of rushing nurses and murmurs of charts and life-or-death decisions? That corner became…warm. Glowing, even.

Without a word, he crossed the distance between them, hands reaching, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She squealed with delight, letting him spin her around once—twice—right in front of the entire staff.

Somewhere behind the masks and scrub caps, jaws dropped. Eyes widened. A few nurses whispered incredulously to each other.

But Zayne didn’t notice. He was too busy looking at her. His expression softened from his usual sharp precision into something entirely unguarded—pure joy, pure adoration. His love for her radiated off him in palpable waves, warm enough to melt the ice off a polar bear. It was in the way he held her close, in the subtle tilt of his head as he laughed softly at her playful protests. It was in the grip of his hands at her waist, steady and grounding, the kind that said you are my everything without a single word.

She leaned into him, carefree and completely at home, and the world seemed to pause around them. The hum of machines, the distant footsteps, the endless clatter of a hospital trying to survive another day—they all faded to background noise in the glow of just this one perfect moment.

When he finally set her down, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and grinned up at him.

“Miss me?,” she teased.

“Terribly,” he replied, dry but impossible to resist, the corners of his lips curling just slightly in a rare, private smile.

And somewhere, deep in the hearts of everyone watching, the truth became undeniable: Chief Surgeon Dr. Zayne had a heart completely, utterly owned.

[bronzealchemy]

small condoms prank

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: crack, smut

[zaynezone]

"Mhm I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm quite tired tonight." Zayne murmurs reluctantly, gently grasping your wrist from where it rests on his chest. He squeezes it sweetly, as if apologizing.

"Oh, that's alright. Don't worry about it." You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm just gonna shower really quickly before bed, okay?" He hums in response, going back to his book as you quietly slip out of bed, adjusting the fallen strap of your silk nightgown.

The door doesn't shut all the way, which doesn't surprise Zayne. You're not shy, and neither of you care much about modesty.

It's for that reason that he doesn't knock when he steps into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He's about to call out to you, for the sake of not startling you, when he realizes something is...off.

The bathroom is cold?

In all the time he's known you, you've always taken hot showers. Showers so hot he's almost worried for the sake of your skin. But not once has he ever seen you take a cold shower.

"Fuck...Zayne..." He straightens at your breathy tone, worry shooting through him. Did you hurt yourself? Hit your head? He manages one step toward the shower before he stops in his tracks at another sound. Your moan.

Oh.

His ears feel warm immediately as he abandons his toothbrush, slipping back into the bedroom. Zayne doesn't want to intrude after all, even if the sound makes blood rush downwards.

When you come back to bed, dressed in one of his old t-shirts, you look quite relaxed. He sets his book down as you clamber into bed, pressing yourself into his side.

"Are you tired?" He murmurs, his tone clearly not as ambiguous as he hopes. You raise a brow, smirking slightly.

"You know you could have joined me in the shower, right?"

[zaynezone]

Getting creampied by Zayne. That’s is.

Also…I am ovulating :)

Just squeezed my legs together...I need that so bad. Honestly Zayne needs it too, the first time it happens he genuinely gets hard again in 0.2 seconds

[xiayuriz]

Zayne tries to run every morning. Even when you are cozy in bed, warm in your cocoon of blankets. Zayne will rise out of bed and go on a run. This morning you woke up early though. Usually, you’re still in bed when he comes back, but today you’ve migrated your bundle of blankets to the couch.

The sofa that gives you a perfect view of the front door. The very same one Zayne walks into, taking off his shoes. Your eyes glaze over his body. Tight-fitted black shirt, hair tousled with sweat, and his shorts that end right above the knee.

“You run every morning looking like that?” You smile from the couch, leaning over the arm rest. Zayne tugs out his earphone,

“What?”

“You run. Every morning, looking like that.” You point at him, raising and lowering your finger.

“Do I look bad?” He asks, sliding his earphones into his pocket before treading towards you on the couch. Up close, you can see the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his shirt outlines his chest just right.

You’re salivating.

“Worse. You look amazing.” He stands in front of you as you sit on your knees. Your hands rest on his chest, smoothing over his lean arms and shoulders.

“You’re staring.” Zayne chides, but there’s no malice in his voice. He likes your praise, your attention. Sometimes you catch him making himself prettier for you. You massage his shoulders softly, leaning in to smell him. Zayne stiffens under you, "What are you—"

"You smell nice too." You smile against his skin. Zayne's hands stabilize your waist, rubbing circles into your skin. "You smell like me." Your chest swirls with pride, scraping his scalp softly with your nails. Zayne hums in reply, his eyes softly closing. He dips his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your exposed skin.

"I should leave a mark on you." You mutter, running a finger up and down his chest. Zayne lets you touch up on him, running your hands along his abdomen and chest. He watches your hands, the way your face twinkles. He hums once again, raising a brow. "Anyone passing should know you're taken." Zayne chuckles, looping his arms around you. You pull him on top of you, a drop of his sweat dripping onto your collarbone.

"The ring on my finger isn't enough?" He's amused, pride swirling in his chest over you. You shake your head, arms curled around his neck.

"That doesn't stop anyone." You plainly reply, running your knees between his legs. Zayne breathes into you, lips pressed against yours before softly pulling away. You chase him, forcing him back to you with a hand against his nape. "They have to know…" You speak between kisses. "You're taken. That you're mine."

"Yes. Perhaps you should…" Zayne murmurs against your lips, softly biting your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue slide against yours. Zayne rises, his hands sliding against the trim of his shirt. You stop him, pulling his hands under your shirt instead.

"Keep it on."

[zaynezone]

need that