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lindsay. late 20's. scorpio sun, pieces moon, leo rising. sylus, xavier, and valko main.
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All of the graphics used for this set came from a Canva user called Rorylove!! All of her graphics are super duper adorable and I had to just make a set using them!!
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Getting fucked by Sylus in nothing but the jewelry he dressed you in.
Your hand runs down the foggy mirror to reveal your fucked out expressionāsmeared makeup, lips parted while pitched cries escape you, and eyes glimmering with unshed tears.
You are decorated in nothing but Sylus's finest jewels. Sparkling rubies and diamonds adorn your collarbone and drip down your ears. Matching bracelets drape your wrists as you attempt to steady yourself against the bathroom's mirror while your precious wedding ring glitters on your clenched fists.
Sylus takes you hard and fast from behind, gripping your waist as he stretches out your wet little pussy with his cock. Your toes are just barely touching the floor as he lifts and uses your body like his own personal flesh light with ease.
"Ngh! S-Sylus!" You squeal as he presses a hand against your abdomen, feeling the shape of him inside you. Your toes curl as his tip hits the sweet spot against your gummy walls over and over. The jewelry on your body sings with every harsh thrust, blending with the sounds of your sweet moans.
"Close?" He purrs with a slight smirk. He's watching you in the mirror, noting the way your lower lip wobbles and your mascara begins to run down your cheeks.
"Yes! Please, 'm gonna come! Iāah!ā'm so close," you cry. Your breasts are squeezed against the countertop. Pebbled and sensitive nipples are trapped against the cold while the rest of your body feels the inescapable heat between your thighs. It grows and grows each time his cock slips through your tight, hot walls. Arousal leaks down your thighs and onto the dark marble floors.
"Let go for me."
Your body trembles violently against the sink, pussy clenching around him, as you come undone. You lay weakly, only held up by his arms around your waist, and catch your breath.
Sylus slips out of you, still hard, but picks you up onto his hip like always. Your whimper, burying your face into his neck, as your sensitive core rubs against him.
"What about you?" You mumble into his neck.
He chuckles, striding over to the bathtub and sitting you down on the edge, "don't worry. We're not done yet."
You hum, eyes fluttering shut as your body sways. You feel his hands on your neck, tracing the curve of your necklaces before beginning to unclasp it.
Sylus removes each piece of jewelry off your body until there is only one left.
"My greatest treasure," he murmurs, taking your hand to trace the band around your finger. "My dearest wife."
A/N ā oh yeah it's all over the place... I couldn't help it after I saw his new card anywho horny time is over~ comments and reblogs always appreciated! thanks for reading! (ā ļ½”ā ā¢Ģā į“ā -ā )ā ā§
strange or be forgotten
leading a normal life was supposed to keep you hidden from the fiendish and mythical creatures that haunted your childhood. but when an old friend suddenly re-enters your life, you have no choice but to confront the enchanted parts of yourself that you tried so hard to ignore.
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status: wip
pairing: sylus x reader x zayne
tags: modern fantasy au, minor violence, witchcraft, occult, eventual smut, vampire sylus, werewolf zayne, mind manipulation/control, implied character death, grief/mourning, character turned into vampire, werewolf turning, werewolf mate, references to knotting, breeding kink, temporary character death
current word count: 7.3k
I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
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new vibrator with zayne āļø
š mdni. based on a dream i had a couple hourd ago. still riding that high. 508 words
it wasn't your fault, really! zayne was supposed to be gone for a whole week still, after already being gone for two. It was a last-minute call to assist an understaffed hospital in a city overseas that suddenly saw horrible surges of protocore syndrome and wanderer attacks.
backseat āļø
Summary: You meet Zayne at the end of his shift with pastries. On the way home, he isn't able to wait, and pulls the car over. (ao3)
Notes: Zayne x afab!Reader (no pronouns), based on another zayne dream i had, (pulled over) car sex, lab coat stays on, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, one (1) light pussy slap, technically semi-public but nobody's there, 2.8k words
Two hours after Zayne was supposed to be done with work, you knocked on the door to his office. Zayne had been pulled into a last-minute surgery that went well, and according to his texts, he was finishing up writing reports. A paper bag warmed one of your hands, the smell of the chocolate croissants inside making your mouth water.
thinking about spending an afternoon where everything feels wrong curled up in sylus's lap.
everything is grating on your nerves today for reasons you're unsure of. sounds, ideas, sights, even your plain thoughts alone feel like they're rubbing you the wrong way. you want to rip your hair out to stop feeling it against your neck.
but you have a rock to lean on, your little cheat code for times like this when the world seems intent on bothering you. sylus. when everything is off kilter, sylus is upright. he's the one thing that can soothe you, his presence like a balm on your frayed nerves.
all you need to do is approach him, and he'll know exactly what you need. you look rattled, uncomfortable in your own skin, antsy and restless. he opens his posture, wordlessly inviting you to join him in his plush chair, and you do.
you curl up in a ball in his lap, making yourself as small as possible against his large frame as you bury your face in his chest. you try whatever comes to mind in order to block everything out except for him. you take a deep inhale of his scent, clearing anything else that may have stuck to the back of your throat throughout the day. you focus on his warmth against your cheek, the beat of his heart beneath his shirt, the breath in his lungs, the quiet care he always gives you so readily.
he puts his phone aside and pulls you closer, neatly drawing your favorite blanket over your form and up to your shoulders, taking the time to make sure you're covered evenly. he then rests a hand on top of your back, slowly rubbing circles into the fabric there. his palm is heavy and his movements are sure, steadying you with their consistent pattern. even without looking up, you can feel his gaze, overflowing with adoration.
even if neither of you say a word, sylus doesn't mind staying with you in the quiet for as long as you need. he enjoys your company alone, feeling you breathe against him, your little heartbeat beneath his fingertips slowing down, the furrow in your brow fading, your fingers once curled tightly into his shirt beginning to loosen. he savors any opportunity he has to hold you close like this; knowing that you're safe, content, cared for.
it doesn't take long for your unease to fade once the only thing occupying your senses is sylus. being by his side just feels right in a way you can't fully describe, something deep in your chest knowing that this is where you're meant to be. and you can tell he feels the same, the lines of stress previously etched into his expression quickly dissipating. you're home, and so is he.
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Your cats are not "manipulating" you they are communicating with you. They do not understand why you're limiting their food supply or keeping them indoors or preventing them from ruining your furniture or whatever.
When they meyowl pathetically for more food, it's not because they're trying to "trick" you into feeding them again. They just want to be fed, and they're smart enough to notice the correlation between certain sounds they make and the responses they get from you.
They've figured out that if they want to communicate to you that they want more food, if they make those pathetic sounds, you're more likely to behave as if you've understood what they're trying to communicate.
When your cat waits for you to look away then yoinks food off of your plate, it's not because they love crime. It's because they're social colony creatures who instinctively share food with each other and they don't understand why you're not sharing the best foods with them.
Your cats are very intelligent, social creatures who see you as their Very Strange sibling.
They've learned how to make intricate sounds just to communicate with their humans. When the sounds they make elicit the responses they want, they learn that those sounds are the most effective way to communicate their desires.
Not because they're scheming about how to control you, but because they don't know how to communicate with you any other way.
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Warnings: mention of sex toys, possessiveness, references to knotting, lowkey size training kink if you squint, basically Valko finds your sex toys and can't think normally
Valko comes through the balcony as usual, perching on the railing to sniff the air for a second before jumping onto the tile. He knows you're in your bedroom, so he opens the sliding door and lets himself ināit's routine by nowābefore making his way to you.
There's something different about your scent tonight; it's almost sweeter and muskier, almost like a blooming flower. It hangs heavy, coating his senses until it reaches his mind and all he can think about is you.
By the time Valko reaches your bedroom door you're already fast asleep with your arms wrapped around your wolf plushie, hugging it close to your body as if someone would dare swipe it from you. Smiling to himself, Valko sits on the edge of the bed as he watches you for a moment; caught in between wanting to join you and not wanting to wake you. He leans closer to give you a kiss on the foreheadābrushing your hair out of your faceāwhen the thick, syrupy scent hits him again, stronger this time.
It's not his fault that his nose leads him to your nightstand, drawing him in closer until he's slowly opening the drawer as he glances back at your sleeping form. It's not his fault he nearly loses his damn mind when he sees a rather odd collection of varying silicone objects that resembleā
Oh, hell.
Was he failing as your mate? Were you not satisfied enough that you had to resort to these to pleasure yourself? Sure, Valko isn't always around when work picked up, but he always made sure you came plenty of times before he went on a long business trip. But is he still not keeping up with your needs?
Closing the drawer, Valko tries his best to keep himself in check, but it's too late. His tail is already thumping against the mattress as his ears flatten on his head.
"Valko?" You call out to him in the darkness, your voice laced with sleepiness.
"Sorry to wake you, babe." Valko comes closer to you, wrapping his body around you as his tail wraps itself around your thigh. "Go back to sleep."
Valko doesn't know why he's telling you this when he knows he won't get any sleep as long as the intoxicating scent of you pours from your nightstand. It's impossible, really, as it beckons him to sniff each one until he can know exactly which one you used last. All he wants to do is watch as you get more and more flustered when he tells you that they were no match for him.
Later. He will come back later to investigate which one is your favorite, which one has the thickest scent, which one he can use on you until you are finally begging for his knotāso fucked out and desperate as tears pool in your eyes.
i'll follow you into the dark, chapter six
summary: valko joins the polycule (eventually), after he's moved into the shared house so he can be protected from whoever is hunting him
tags: reader x valko, reader x xavier x zayne x rafayel x sylus x caleb, established polycule, angst with a happy ending, explicit content, light BDSM, powerplay dynamics, orgasm control/denial, edging
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"You're my mate, princess."
You stared at Valko as he slowly grinned at you, his mouth opening just enough for you to see the edge of one of his fangs.
"I-"
You gaped at him, the words running through your brain over and over again.
"Mate?" you asked, your voice high-pitched and strained. "Like, soulmate?"
Valko was still holding your hands between his, his thumbs tracing circles over your knuckles as you processed this new information.
"Yes, sweetheart," he said.
You didn't know how he could be so calm. Like his words hadn't just blown up your entire world.
You scrambled off of his lap, pulling out of his reach so you could properly pace around your bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair and tugged at the roots as you walked back and forth across your floor.
Valko watched you, still so calm, as you tried to gather your thoughts and put them in some kind of coherent order.
The problem wasn't that you were his soulmate. Oh, no. Thanks to your other boyfriends and their own magical heritages, you were a little all too familiar with the idea of being romantically fated to be with someone. What else would you call your relationship to Rafayel, after you gave him your heart in a previous life? You and Sylus even shared a soul, and probably would for every future lifetime too. And while your connections to the others were more nebulous, you were sure your fates were just as intertwined with them as they were with Rafayel and Sylus.
When you turned back to Valko, he was still watching you, his wolf ears perked up and pointed towards you. As you met his gaze, his tail wagged and you couldn't help the huff of laughter that escaped you at the sight. You'd thought he was handsome from the moment you met, but now that his very wolf-like features were on display, you found it even more endearing.
"I know it's a lot to take in," he said. "Humans don't really have-"
You held up a hand to cut him off. "Uh, so. Maybe humans don't. But, wellā¦ I do."
Valko waited patiently for you to speak, his tail wagging again as you stepped closer to the bed.
"I have more than one, actually. Soulmate."
PSA (since I just found out about this):
Urgent care or Emergency care legally does not have to inform you or get your consent to run a pregnancy test. I went in for a UTI recently and am being charged with a pregnancy test that I had not been made aware of until now.
It's a necessary practice so that they can properly treat a UTI, but that doesn't mean it's okay for medical professionals to not inform their patients of the tests they are runningāespecially when it's not free and not fully covered by insurance
If you tell either Rafayel or Sylus to look back at something and not make it obvious, they would whip their heads immediately in said direction.
Warnings: mention of sex toys, possessiveness, references to knotting, lowkey size training kink if you squint, basically Valko finds your sex toys and can't think normally
Valko comes through the balcony as usual, perching on the railing to sniff the air for a second before jumping onto the tile. He knows you're in your bedroom, so he opens the sliding door and lets himself ināit's routine by nowābefore making his way to you.
There's something different about your scent tonight; it's almost sweeter and muskier, almost like a blooming flower. It hangs heavy, coating his senses until it reaches his mind and all he can think about is you.
By the time Valko reaches your bedroom door you're already fast asleep with your arms wrapped around your wolf plushie, hugging it close to your body as if someone would dare swipe it from you. Smiling to himself, Valko sits on the edge of the bed as he watches you for a moment; caught in between wanting to join you and not wanting to wake you. He leans closer to give you a kiss on the foreheadābrushing your hair out of your faceāwhen the thick, syrupy scent hits him again, stronger this time.
It's not his fault that his nose leads him to your nightstand, drawing him in closer until he's slowly opening the drawer as he glances back at your sleeping form. It's not his fault he nearly loses his damn mind when he sees a rather odd collection of varying silicone objects that resembleā
Oh, hell.
Was he failing as your mate? Were you not satisfied enough that you had to resort to these to pleasure yourself? Sure, Valko isn't always around when work picked up, but he always made sure you came plenty of times before he went on a long business trip. But is he still not keeping up with your needs?
Closing the drawer, Valko tries his best to keep himself in check, but it's too late. His tail is already thumping against the mattress as his ears flatten on his head.
"Valko?" You call out to him in the darkness, your voice laced with sleepiness.
"Sorry to wake you, babe." Valko comes closer to you, wrapping his body around you as his tail wraps itself around your thigh. "Go back to sleep."
Valko doesn't know why he's telling you this when he knows he won't get any sleep as long as the intoxicating scent of you pours from your nightstand. It's impossible, really, as it beckons him to sniff each one until he can know exactly which one you used last. All he wants to do is watch as you get more and more flustered when he tells you that they were no match for him.
Later. He will come back later to investigate which one is your favorite, which one has the thickest scent, which one he can use on you until you are finally begging for his knotāso fucked out and desperate as tears pool in your eyes.
sorry boss i can't concentrate on work today i have a fanfic idea tumbling around my head like a gigantic beast desperate to be written and all i can think about is getting these characters to fall in love with each other you get how it is
Warnings: mention of sex toys, possessiveness, references to knotting, lowkey size training kink if you squint, basically Valko finds your sex toys and can't think normally
Valko comes through the balcony as usual, perching on the railing to sniff the air for a second before jumping onto the tile. He knows you're in your bedroom, so he opens the sliding door and lets himself ināit's routine by nowābefore making his way to you.
There's something different about your scent tonight; it's almost sweeter and muskier, almost like a blooming flower. It hangs heavy, coating his senses until it reaches his mind and all he can think about is you.
By the time Valko reaches your bedroom door you're already fast asleep with your arms wrapped around your wolf plushie, hugging it close to your body as if someone would dare swipe it from you. Smiling to himself, Valko sits on the edge of the bed as he watches you for a moment; caught in between wanting to join you and not wanting to wake you. He leans closer to give you a kiss on the foreheadābrushing your hair out of your faceāwhen the thick, syrupy scent hits him again, stronger this time.
It's not his fault that his nose leads him to your nightstand, drawing him in closer until he's slowly opening the drawer as he glances back at your sleeping form. It's not his fault he nearly loses his damn mind when he sees a rather odd collection of varying silicone objects that resembleā
Oh, hell.
Was he failing as your mate? Were you not satisfied enough that you had to resort to these to pleasure yourself? Sure, Valko isn't always around when work picked up, but he always made sure you came plenty of times before he went on a long business trip. But is he still not keeping up with your needs?
Closing the drawer, Valko tries his best to keep himself in check, but it's too late. His tail is already thumping against the mattress as his ears flatten on his head.
"Valko?" You call out to him in the darkness, your voice laced with sleepiness.
"Sorry to wake you, babe." Valko comes closer to you, wrapping his body around you as his tail wraps itself around your thigh. "Go back to sleep."
Valko doesn't know why he's telling you this when he knows he won't get any sleep as long as the intoxicating scent of you pours from your nightstand. It's impossible, really, as it beckons him to sniff each one until he can know exactly which one you used last. All he wants to do is watch as you get more and more flustered when he tells you that they were no match for him.
Later. He will come back later to investigate which one is your favorite, which one has the thickest scent, which one he can use on you until you are finally begging for his knotāso fucked out and desperate as tears pool in your eyes.
