sahar

she/they/he, 19, i sometimes write

[sahxrii]

hi everyone!! sahar here

i know i haven't posted at all for the past like. 2 months. i apologise for that, but i will say that the circumstances were genuinely out of my hands.

to any moots who might know of my situation, im alright so don't worry

i probably wont be able to post regularly for a while, still. but i promise to cook up a fic for when im able to get back on the grind and stuff.

love you all 🩷

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[mwphisto]

The early rays of morning light are anything but soft on Zayne's eyes.

Though, working a double at Akso would likely make anyone feel this way. At least that's what he assumes as he drags his feet towards the parking garage. He wants nothing more than to see you right now.

The sound of his car unlocking feels akin to a bomb going off in the quiet of the echoing space. There was still an hour or so until the morning shift was due to arrive, his surgery had ended early, he was positive you'd be quite happy with his sooner arrival time.

It's hard to believe how sore his muscles can get just from standing. It's truly not strenuous work, but staying in place for hours on end to operate on something as fragile as a human heart. It surprisingly weighs on more than just your mind. Every inch of his body seems to throb with relief once seated in the driver's seat.

Everything moves on autopilot. The car thrumming to life as he presses the ignition, seatbelt following, then the morning radio. A simple ritual that will carry him straight to you. Only then will he truly relax.

The drive through Linkon is quiet for this time of morning, still early enough that not many are on the roads yet to start their day. It makes it all the easier for Zayne to whisk himself to your destination. A small smile on his lips as he drives the route he knows by heart.

His mind is filled with images of your face, your smile, your sleepy yawn and quiet little "good morning" you'd whisper upon seeing he was home. It was enough to make his once throbbing muscles slowly ease, every mile closer seemed to put him more at peace.

It was long before Zayne pulled into his usual spot, shutting off the engine and shoving his keys in his pocket as he stepped out into the early morning air. He spotted you easily, a little beacon even in the early rays of dawn. "Good morning, my love."

Polished stone, your name etched into it, along with your dates. Below it resided Zayne's name, just his birthdate carved into the stone. A smooth, blank space waiting for the inevitable date of his own passing to be carved in. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, I had to work a second shift. Emergency surgery, you know how it is."

The world around him carried on as he carefully took a seat on the ground. The grass that had been planted was finally starting to grow, the flowers he had brought three days earlier were still thriving. "I miss you, so much."

Each word was carried into the morning breeze, blurred by the tears filling his eyes. Some days it was easier to come sit with you, other days, he was a wreck.

"Why did you have to leave me again?"

Yeah man idk I don’t write angst for a reason idk what this is - Soul

[mwphisto]

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.

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[zaynezone]

It had been torture waiting for Zayne to fall asleep, but you'd done it.

He'd been punishing you for a week, refusing to touch you OR let you cum. So, now you were resorting to drastic measures in the form of your vibrator.

You slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to miss your chance. You'd been hoping to grab it from the nightstand and slip out to the bathroom to get off in the shower. But you open the drawer and instead of your toy, there's a locked box.

'For good girls only' The post-it reads.

It's scrawled in Zayne's handwriting, and it immediately makes you burn in annoyance. He's such an asshole, you have half a mind to never fuck him again.

"Coming back to bed?" His voice is rough with sleep, but clearly mocking. You look up, your glare clear even in the dark.

"You're evil, you know that? For a doctor you should-should be nicer!" You pout as you climb back into bed, though you don't fight his arms pulling you into his embrace.

"Evil, hm? You were about to replace me with a toy." He kisses your shoulder, lithe fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

"W-well you should have thought about that be-before you started this stupid punishment." You sigh feeling him cup your pussy, the pads of his fingers just barely brushing your aching clit.

"So needy...you weren't being very good though. Don't you think you deserve a punishment?" His hand goes still, and you whimper immediately.

"If-if you make me cum...I'll let you do anything you want on your next day off. Anything."

"...Deal."

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[f3v3rdr3am5]

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— in which you survey terrorize your husband by asking how much he'd rate your marriage

ft: all 6 LIs x reader content: fluff. raf's is kiiinda suggestive. xav and valko are sweethearts, zayne and sylus are menaces, caleb pulls an uno reverse. random mcdonalds mention? notes: 10th post! this is crazy, tysm for all the love <3

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[frozensummerapples]

everyone has to understand now that this isn't JUST about valko anymore, right?

we are actively seeing the consequences of catering to toxic fans: mc's face censored, numbers censored, TEXT censored. everything censored that could potentially trigger antis into making another move.

we are actively seeing that infold is not responding (whether they're listening is a whole other thing that I cannot in good conscience comment on, because they are seeing us, the problem is their lack of response, not lack of reading comprehension and critical thinking).

so to every person that cheered for valko's cancellation: are you happy with THIS? I'm not even asking about valko.

are you happy with lads having to sloppily censor every text, every numbers that could've held hidden meaning for us to dissect?

are you happy with infold not responding to criticism in the slightest? if they can ignore an outrage at THIS scale, do you REALLY think they'll ever address kod or lighting issues or missing content or lack of a roadmap or main story being so slow or the reduction in animation in main story or what have you?

think for a second, do you really feel comfortable enough to spend hundreds of dollars supporting a company that handles backlash like THIS?

if this isn't a wake up call to everyone who celebrated valko's cancellation before, I really don't know what is.

they've shown they will throw caleb mains under the bus to protect their poster child raf.

they've shown they don't care for zayne mains either.

they've shown they don't care about sylus missing content.

they've shown they don't care about xavier mains complaining about kod's false advertisement.

they've shown they to an extent don't care about raf mains either, lying about revealing raf's 4th myth in july. we had to find that out ourselves because someone asked CUSTOMER SERVICE about it.

they've shown they don't care about global enough to give us even a CRUMB of communication. most things we had to learn from cn girlies telling us, NOT infold.

WAKE UP.

THIS ISN'T EVEN ABOUT VALKO ANYMORE. THE GAME WE ALL LOVED IS SLOWLY DYING AND INSTEAD OF BEING DEVASTATED YOU CHOOSE TO DANCE ON ITS GRAVE?

don't log in and don't spend.

thank you.

[zaynezone]

DO I WANNA KNOW?

chapter 1: if this feeling flows both ways?

summary: Dinner with the devil wc: 1.5k series masterlist

“Dinner? Are you asking what I think you’re asking, sweetie?”

Sylus's tone is less mocking than usual, betraying his genuine interest beneath the casual drawl. His crimson eyes study you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle, and you press your lips together, contemplating turning around and never speaking to him again. The words had tumbled out before you could stop them, an impulsive invitation born from far too many suggestive conversations. But before you can flee, he gently grasps your wrist, his thumb brushing over your pulse point.

“I would love to. Do you have a place in mind?” There's a smile on his face that's not his usual cocky smirk, no this reads more…shy? Uncertain? It's unlike anything you've ever seen on him, a crack in the carefully constructed facade of the feared leader of Onychinus, and your stomach twists in nerves at the vulnerability of it.

"Yeah there's… there's this nice Japanese restaurant not too far from here." You shrug, very deliberately not looking at him as his smile grows warmer, softer.

"If you're up for it.”

He opens the passenger side door of the car with a flourish, gesturing for you to get in. The gesture is old-fashioned, and it catches you off guard. You slide into the leather seat, and the scent of him envelops you completely.

The ride is quick, and soon enough you find yourself tucked in the booth seat of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant that Sylus very obviously does not exactly blend into. He's too polished, too sharp, too everything for the humble establishment with its paper lanterns and worn wooden tables. Heads turn as he enters, but he pays them no mind, his attention fixed entirely on you.

“They don’t serve caviar here, by the way. Just so you’re not disappointed.” You can't help the teasing note that creeps into your voice.

You know very little about Sylus, but you know he has expensive tastes, both by the way he carries himself like he owns every room he enters, and the unlimited amount you were once allowed to spend on his card. Still, he doesn't seem daunted by the menu, though the ‘discount’ section makes him frown slightly, a flicker of something almost like concern crossing his features.

"Dinner is on me, so get whatever you like." He notes, shutting his menu after making his decision with a decisive snap. You do the same, flagging the waiter down and ordering, trying to ignore the way his eyes haven't left your face since you sat down.

You can't help but feel awkward. Sure, you've been on dates before. But never with men like Sylus, not that that's a common thing to find. Hell, you've only really known him for a few months, and you didn't even think he liked you like that until he'd agreed to this. The tension coils in your chest, a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety.

"How does that saying go?" He leans over the table a bit, his voice dropping to something more intimate, and you catch a whiff of his expensive cologne, which goes straight to your head and makes your thoughts fuzzy. "Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just a penny? Aren’t you a millionaire?” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning back into the plush leather of the booth, trying to reclaim some semblance of composure.

His smile splits wide across his face as if you've said something terribly amusing, a genuine laugh escaping his lips.

“Is that what you think?”

Your food arrives before you can question him further. He'd ordered the same dish as you, just with less spice. Something in you warns you to refrain from teasing him about it, so instead you take a bite, letting the flavors melt on your tongue.

The silence isn't as awkward as you'd feared. It's almost comfortable, a quiet understanding that doesn't require constant chatter. The restaurant is mostly deserted, easing your worries of being spotted by anyone you know. You'd be terrible at coming up with a lie on the spot, probably ending up spouting something insane like he's your accountant or fruit seller. The thought almost makes you laugh.

"Is it to your liking?" Sylus prods, though he too doesn't seem bothered by the silence. He watches you with an almost overwhelming intensity. You nod, picking up a piece of your dish.

"It is. Do you want to try it?" You hold out the bite to him, mostly trying to place it onto his plate. Instead, he leans forward, opening his mouth to take it directly from your chopsticks. You freeze the moment his mouth makes contact with the wood, amused red eyes meeting yours, holding your gaze captive.

"Mmm…" He hums as he pulls away, chewing slowly as you sit there dumbfounded, your arm still extended. You pull it back slowly, trying not to think too hard about your next bite, one he watches you take with that same unreadable expression.

"So how's…work?" You ask, trying not to cringe at yourself. Making small talk on a date was one thing, but small talk with the head of Onychinus? Yeah, this was not going well. The question hangs in the air between you, awkward and mundane.

Still, he smiles, a soft, almost fond expression that looks out of place on his sharp features. He places a piece of food from his plate to yours, gesturing for you to try it. You have a feeling he won't answer your question, so you take a bite, letting the gesture speak for itself.

When your plates are cleared and the bill has been settled, you step out into the chilly night air. The cold bites at your exposed skin, and almost immediately, a warmth is draped over your shoulders. His jacket, smelling of expensive cologne and a faint hint of gunpowder, envelops you like an embrace. He doesn't say a word about it, simply walking beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost brush.

You're pretty sure he already knows where you live, Sylus knows everything, after all, but he lets you lead the way on the short walk, matching your pace. Once again, the silence is comfortable, a quiet that feels more intimate than any conversation. Already, you feel your walls coming down, brick by brick, and you have no idea how he managed to make you feel like this so quickly.

"This is my place." You stop in the doorway, nerves surfacing once more as the reality of the night settles over you. You're about to slip off his jacket, but he stops you, his hand gentle on your shoulder.

“Keep it. It looks good on you.” He's softer in the warm glow of your porch light, the sharp edges of his usual demeanor blurred. He hesitates, as if he doesn't quite know what to do next, a flicker of uncertainty that's so unlike the confident man you know. It's an interesting look on him, so vulnerable and human.

"Alright." You smile, tucking his jacket tighter around yourself. "Well…thank you for dinner. We should do this again, maybe when you haven't randomly ambushed me?”

Your teasing smile makes him chuckle, a low sound that cuts through the quiet night. He tips his head, those crimson eyes gleaming.

"Of course. I'll see you soon, sweetie."

He's two steps away when you catch his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Sylus raises a brow, waiting for you to speak, his expression curious. Instead, you lean up, and gently press your lips to his.

He wasn't expecting it, you can tell by the brief hesitation, but he returns it as soon as he understands. His body closes the distance between you, his free hand coming up to cup your face with surprising tenderness. The kiss deepens, and you melt into each other, the world narrowing to just the warmth of his mouth against yours, the steady press of his body. It's a good kiss, one that makes your head spin and your heart pound, one that leaves you breathless and wanting more. God, were you really doing this?

But, if it was really bad, why did it feel so good?

Another date turns into two, then three, then four, then so many that you lose track. They blur together in a surprising way. It just feels easy with Sylus, to be around him, to spend time with him, to tell him things you've never told anyone else. He listens with an intensity that makes you feel seen, and you find yourself sharing pieces of yourself you'd kept locked away.

You never actually have the conversation of what you are. It isn't necessary. Labels are overrated anyway, just words that can't capture the depth of what's grown between you. It'll come up eventually, but you're content with things right now, floating in the bliss of something new and exhilarating.

You have more important things to worry about. Sort of like right now.

The door to Onychinus swings open, and there Sylus is, leaning against his door frame with that familiar smirk, looking like he's been expecting you.

Now, how the hell are you going to break into his office?

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[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[kotortwo]

got fired from being the entertainer at a bachelor party for twisting the groom-to-be's dick into a poodle shape

[json-derulo]

sitting my white ass down and listening

[unluckywisher]

ⵉ߮ ^᠇^ ߮ᜢ — Your first time cuddling with Valko

fluff - shy!reader - not gender specific - use of the pet name "pancake" - one smau at the start but the rest is regular text

You stared at your phone screen for the nth time, the conversation stirring up butterflies in your stomach as you read it again and again.

It wasn't the first time Valko came over, of course, but it was his first time spending the night since you started dating, and that made things different.

Before, you used to pet his ears and play-fight with him without issue, but now, every touch and every held gaze made you nervous and jittery. You knew it made no sense, but you couldn't help it.

So, you were steeling yourself for his visit, mentally preparing for the shared night together while repeating "We're just sleeping, that's it".

There was a knock at the door. You jolted, your phone stumbling from hand to hand until it landed on the carpet. Picking it up and leaving it on the coffee table, you made your way to the door with a deep breath.

The instant you opened it, you were greeted with Valko's brighter-than-the-sun smile and his tail wagging so hard behind him that his hips swayed.

"Hello, sleepyhead. Were you napping while you waited for me?"

He had a gym bag with his things hanging on his shoulder, but he was wearing his 'pajamas' already; a matching t-shirt and shorts, hidden partially by a hoodie. He probably hadn't wanted to change clothes since he was about to sleep anyway.

You smiled at him, letting him in and closing the door.

"No, I wasn't. I was... scrolling through Tumblr. Figured it wouldn't be worth it to try to sleep for such a short while."

You watched as he kicked off his trainers and pulled his hoodie above his head, the t-shirt underneath riding up and exposing his midriff and happy trail. You looked away at the floor as if electrocuted.

"Was the ride here okay? Weren't you too sleepy to drive?" You distracted yourself with questions.

"Don't sweat it, pancake, I took a cab," he stepped closer and leaned down, "It's cute that you're worryin' about me, but can I get a proper greeting with a kiss and a hug?"

"Right, yeah, of course!"

You felt your cheeks warm up as your arms circled his neck, his own coming up around your waist to lift you up into his embrace, nuzzling your neck, face and hair. You giggled, letting him scent you to his heart's content.

When he finally rested his head on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh, you kissed his temple.

"Your ears are tickling me..."

He smirked, lifting his head, "Well, better get used to them now, because you're gonna have to put up with them aaaaaaall night." He rubbed his ears against your neck to emphasize his point.

The ticklish fur made you laugh and squirm in his grasp, banging your fists on his shoulders for mercy.

"Okay, okay, I get it! I- Hahaha! I get it!"

He let you down, still smirking, though his expressions softened when he kissed the top of your head. And then your cheek. And then your lips. And then his arms wrapped around you once more to squeeze you in cuteness aggression.

"Wagh! Hey!"

"Sorry... Not sorry."

He finally let you go, grabbing his stuff and heading to your bedroom.

The small reprieve from his attention was much needed. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your face was phone-charging-in-summer hot, and your stomach was stirring like a washing machine.

How were you going to survive a whole night in his arms?

Another deep breath. You walked into your bedroom, to find him already sitting on the bed expectantly.

"A-ah, you don't need to use the bathroom or anything? We're directly going to sleep?" You felt really silly once the questions left your mouth.

"I was ready for bed back at my place, so I don't need to do anything else here. C'mon. Come here already." He giddily pat the space next to him, his tail bap-bap-bapping the covers.

Resigned, you dragged your feet to the empty side and plopped down on the mattress, turning off the lights and grabbing the blanket–

You didn't have time to settle in before his beefy arms locked around your middle and pulled you right next to him, his body molded against your back with a relaxed groan.

You clamped your mouth shut to prevent a squeak from emerging from your throat, thankful that he couldn't look at your face. Staying still and quiet got harder when he slid one of his legs between yours.

"There. Perfect cuddling position. Put your arms on top of mine."

Your arms moved. It was true, it was the perfect cuddling position, but you couldn't relax nor enjoy it. You were trying so hard to keep your breath calm that you were achieving the exact opposite, with your body stiff and beginning to get sweaty.

"What... horror movie did you watch...?" Some conversation would help you calm down, surely.

You felt him tense up behind you, his voice rumbling against your nape, "I'd rather not talk about it. I actually want to sleep," he held you a little tighter.

Great, so that made it worse.

You wondered if he could tell. He was usually so perceptive when it came to you, you were surprised he hadn't said anything. It was for the best, anyway. If he pointed out your state, you'd be mortified.

"Am I holding you too tight? You seem like a coulant about to burst and deflate," his fingers caressed yours soothingly.

That was it. You couldn't stand the situation anymore. Giving up on seeming fine, you brought your hands up to cover your face, and made a long wailing sound.

He lifted his head, fluffy ears pointed at you in alert, "What's wrong?"

You answered with another wail, turning around and burying your face in his chest.

Tentatively, he caressed your hair, "Did I do something?"

You nodded, then shook your head, then shrugged. It was because of him, but it wasn't his fault.

"Valko... This is so embarrassing..." You finally managed to mutter.

"What? What is?" He tilted his head like a confused dog.

"You!"

"Me?" His ears flattened.

"No, not you... But, the fact that you're here! And I don't know what to do with myself! I feel so nervous around you!" You finally blurted out.

"Nervous in a good way, or...?" He loosened his arms around you.

"Yes, in a good way, but it's still making me lose my mind!"

Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.

You mentally face-palmed at the sound of his wagging tail. You were suffering, and he was enjoying it!

"You're nervous because you like me...?" He teased.

"Wha-," his words were so childish that you stopped in your tracks and burst out laughing.

"You like me, you like me," he sang in a smug voice.

"You're my boyfriend, what kind of statement is that to make fun of me?" You said between laughs.

Bapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbap.

"What did I even say now?" You pulled back, wiping tears from your eyes.

"You called me your boyfriend," he smiled.

"T-that's what you are!"

"And I'm happy to hear it," he concluded, pulling you into his arms again and resting his head on top of yours. "Feeling better now? I want to sleep."

"I..." You exhaled slowly, realizing he was acting silly on purpose, "yes, I'm feeling better. Thank you, Val."

"You're welcome," his voice got quieter as he got sleepier, "you know, I get nervous around you too. But you don't have the advantage of my instincts to notice it."

"Yeah? You get butterflies too?"

"Mhm. You drive me crazy, pancake. Did you forget what I did when I entered your apartment? I want to kiss and hug you all the time."

You smiled, feeling your face warm up again, but it didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

"Good night, Val," you looked up to kiss his jaw.

A pleased growl rumbled up his throat, "Night night."

He nuzzled your hair one last time before settling on the pillow, smiling, eager to wake up next to you.

A/n: I wanna be more active on Tumblr!! I do!! Look, here's proof!! 😭😭😭 It's been so hard to be in the lads fandom since Valko's cancellation... My sleep schedule is so messed up due to stress guys 😭😭😭😭😭 But!! I am hopeful that he will return soon, and so I shall return as well o7

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[calebunny]

Valko can be a little too tall for you.

You were gripping onto a shelf lined with all sorts of files and papers, completely bent over between the rows inside what looked like a storage room. Dimly lit by the fluorescents peeking in under the door, shadows of passing footsteps appeared every now and then. Your pants were pooled at your ankles, the wood in your hold creaking with every shift in movement. 

“Ko, please.”

He responded with a low whine from behind you.

He had been dry humping you for a while now, or at least in theory, because his dick was the furthest it could be from your achy cunt, sliding along your lower back instead. 

You wanted to take matters into your own hands, but he was making it real hard with the way he was kneading your ass, still red from his smacks earlier, sending the stimulation straight to where you needed him most. 

“F-fuck, I wanna– I wanna be inside you so bad.”

“Then go inside, you idiot.”

Of course, you could feel your patience wearing thin, your pussy was drooling so much it probably left a puddle at your feet.

“I-I’m trying baby.” he whimpered, burying his face in your hair. 

You felt his hand grip your hip tighter, guiding you up onto your tippy-toes while his other hand reached down to lower his dick toward your puffy entrance. 

When you felt his blunt tip pressing against you, your back arched on its own, a moan spilling from your lips as you chased sweet relief. 

...And then his dick popped back upward, resting flat against your ass again. 

“Fuck. me.” So close to feeling your sweet pussy just to have it taken away.

His hand shifted down to reach your clit, rubbing circles as he bent his own knees instead, but the angle just wasn't working. 

He let out a growl, utterly frustrated with how he was cockblocking himself.  

“You know what, puppy?” He straightened up, planting both hands firmly on your hips to steady you. “Sorry in advance.”

“Wha–”

Before you could ask what he meant, your feet left the floor completely. He hoisted your entire body by your hips up to where he needed you, and your hands scrambled wildly for support against the shelf. 

All your complaints dissolved in your throat as Valko drove his dick all the way inside you in one swift thrust, knocking the air clean out of your lungs. 

“There ya go. Good girl.”

And oh did he fuck you after that, like a man deprived of his needs for way too long.

Acting as if he weren't supporting your entire weight with his arms alone, he effortlessly positioned you to take every thrust. 

“Finally– shiiit just like that ngh– you’re gonna take this dick baby.” 

“Ko–”

You could do nothing but hold on for dear life and sob. Being fucked mid-air was too overwhelming, all control given up and your body completely at his mercy.

“Maybe next time we should get you a stool,” he snickered to himself, enamored by the way your back arched and tensed for him. 

B/N : thought i might extend the edging curse to valko aswell :>

[zaynezone]

USE ME (ft. Zayne, Sylus, & Valko)

synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)

ZAYNE

You don't even hear him come home.

You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.

Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.

"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.

You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.

"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.

"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.

"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.

"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"

"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."

SYLUS

It couldn't possibly be that important, right?

Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.

He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.

A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.

"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.

He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.

"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.

Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.

"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.

"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"

VALKO

As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.

"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.

"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.

"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.

"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.

You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.

"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.

"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.

"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.

"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.

"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."

[zaynezone]

context

You should have known he'd show up.

He always does. Somehow, without fail, Sylus appears out of thin air, and makes it his goal to piss you off.

"You should really be more careful, sweetie." He coos, a shot ringing out and dissolving the wanderer that you were two seconds away from getting rid of.

"I had that." You bristle, quick to step away from him and calm your racing heart.

"Sure you did. Is that why you came out to a no-hunt zone in the middle of the night? Surely the Association doesn't think so little of you to risk your life in such a manner." His tone hovers between mocking and disdain.

You have to bite your tongue on that one, turning to face him. He's smirking, of course, eyes running over you as if you're a meal for him to devour.

"They didn't send me. And how did you even know I was here, anyways?" A mechanical sounding 'caw' echoes through the forest, and you have your answer.

"Stupid bird..." You murmur under your breath, ignoring Sylus's chuckle at your words. He steps closer, adjusting a loose strap of your uniform.

"You're not injured, are you?" He studies you with a surprising amount of intent, handing you a bottle of water that you reluctantly, but gratefully, take.

"I'm fine. I have a guardian angel looking out for me, don't I?" The biting sarcasm makes his grin even wider, but he raises his hands as if conceding.

"Well, if you're fine...I'll be going." He's about to slip into the shadows, but he does stop when you call out to him.

"I am fine...but I'm starving. Do you want to get dinner or something?"

series masterlist // part 1 coming soon!!

[zaynezone]

DO I WANNA KNOW?

love is a funny thing, full of cross roads and twists and turns. but where will you find yourself? and will you be there together, in the end?

remember me? warnings: tbd updates: every sunday taglist status: open

prelude

chapter 1: if this feeling flows both ways?

chapter 2: was sorta hoping that you'd stay

chapter 3: simmer down and pucker up

chapter 4: how many secrets can you keep?

chapter 5: crawlin' back to you

[zaynezone]

"Can I just..."

Zayne cuts you off with a click of his tongue, disappointed in your inability to stay silent. Sylus huffs a laugh, and embarrassment burns in your stomach.

It was bad enough to be punished. But Sylus watching it happen? Even worse.

The head of Zayne's leaking cock smacks against your lips to grab your attention, smearing a single drop of precum that you greedily lick off, nearly moaning at the taste. He pulls away too soon, not letting you take him in his mouth. He pumps his cock once more, intense green eyes meeting your pleading stare.

"Sit still." Is all he says, making it clear he did in fact notice you pulling at the robes that keep you on your knees in front of him, hands firmly behind your back.

He starts going faster, the wet sounds of him jacking off to the sight of you tied up making your pussy throb with need. Your mouth is watering so much you're surprised you aren't drooling.

"Fuck!" He curses as he cums, most of it landing on your face, the rest dripping down your chest. You squeeze your legs together in attempt to soothe the ache, about to plead your case in an attempt to get to cu-

"Wait." Sylus's voice makes you both stop. Zayne is holding a towel, but he too watches Sylus walks over slowly, stopping in front of you and grasping your chin.

You glare at him despite his smirk, mentally cursing him. He can sense it, you're sure. Then, he leans down, and licks a long stripe up your face, moaning at the taste of Zayne's cum. Your eyes flutter shut, and then his lips press to yours. It's your turn to moan, Sylus's sweet saliva mixing with the salty taste of Zayne's cum.

"Satisfied?" He murmurs, already grasping the ropes to untie you.

"...I think I need another kiss to be sure."

shoutout @mwphisto for this btw, hope you enjoy <33