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MASTERLIST:
💜 - fluff/gen | ❤️🔥 - spicy | 💙 - hurt/comfort
Xavier 🌟
make it awkward❤️🔥💜 - An impulse purchase, failed orgasms, and a surprise visit from your neighbor, who just so happens to be your crush. What can go wrong (or right)?
Zayne ❄️
Talkin' Body!❤️🔥💜 - After confiding in your boyfriend about your insecurities, Zayne shows you that he loves you no matter what.
Sylus 🐦⬛
Surreptitious Limerence❤️🔥 - What started as a meet-cute at the arcade turns out to be something darker and much more erotic.
Caleb 🍎
Eat It Up (Eat It Eat It)❤️🔥- Teasing Caleb in the kitchen... looks like you've bitten off more than you can chew, pipsqueak.
kiss it better❤️🔥 - Your plans for Caleb's birthday go south when he's called in for an urgent mission with the Farspace Fleet. But who is he when he comes back -- the soft, kindhearted boy you fell in love with? Or the Colonel?
Valko 🐺
even anxious pups need the moon💙 (coming soon)
Others:
is this illegal? it feels illegal [Gideon x Reader]❤️🔥 - What happens in the closet during Seven Minutes in Haven stays in the closet... or does it?
“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”
tags: LADS, LADS smut, demon!sylus x priestess!reader (fem) x priest!zayne
content warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, DUBCON/COERCION, blood, threesome, oral sex (f receiving,) fingering (f & m,) penetrative sex (f/m & m/m,) religious imagery (fictional religion)
word count: 6.2k
a/n: i know these are dark days for the LADS fandom, but we’ll get through them together.
and if you’re sad, i hope this makes you horny instead.🫶
loosely based on this ask from @literalglutton 😘
beta-read by my dear @valkoapproves
sylus was a silver-tongued fiend with a goal to devour.
you wouldn’t sell your soul to him? that’s fine. he was greedy. he’d take your body instead.
except he wouldn’t take you. he would convince you to give yourself willingly. no, he’d never ask you to pledge your soul to another. you were devoted to the pantheon of gods you served. he knew you were too good, too pure to taint yourself in such a way.
and that was the reason he craved you.
but as perfect of a priestess as you were… surely, that didn’t mean you should be deprived completely of life’s pleasures. what was wrong with feeling satisfied? blissful? happy? was that truly a sin?
you worked so diligently. served so dutifully. you deserved to feel content.
and he could help you with that… if you just let him touch you.
day by day, he slithered closer, becoming more corporeal than ethereal, feeding off your blossoming desire, sultry whispers growing louder in your ear as fleeting touches brushed against you in tendrils of red-black mist. his face started appearing in your dreams, breathtakingly handsome and alight with smoldering crimson eyes that bore into your soul.
“how cruel,” he’d taunt, “that no one truly notices you… no one appreciates you like I do.”
“notice? appreciate?” you’d laugh, “no one is supposed to ‘notice’ me… everything I do is in service to the gods. my reward is the chance to serve them.”
he’d scoff in disgust.
“and that’s your only reward?”
you’d nod, ignoring the twisting feeling in your gut.
“but don’t you desire more, lovely?”
a shiver traveled down your spine as mist danced around you, caressing any exposed area of skin it could reach.
and so he slipped through the cracks in your defenses, his words wearing down your well-kept walls.
brother zayne noticed, of course, that you had started drifting to sleep during prayer.
he asked about your health, a concerned expression furrowing his brow as he noted the exhaustion that hung over you with each passing day. and of course he noticed the haziness in your eyes as your mind began drifting to forbidden fantasies, the sudden heaviness in your breath as you battled the growing ache of desire within.
he felt a strange, familiar pang in his chest every time he saw you…
and started to notice his mind faltering around you as well.
your resolve eventually crumbled, bit by bit. the feeling of closeness, of being seen, of being desired… sylus gave you those feelings, and they became too much to resist.
you were shocked… terrified… relieved? to enter your quarters one evening and find a fully materialized, beautiful demon-man waiting for you.
“s-sylus?” your voice quivered as you approached him hesitantly.
warily, you reached out a hand, fully expecting it to pass through this dream you were having. but he grabbed it. pulled it flat against his chest. and smiled.
“hello, darling.”
you nearly melted into a puddle, his deep voice washing over you in a dark wave that made you dizzy.
“what… how…” you struggled to find words as he brought your hand to his lips.
“I could sense that you needed me,” his velvet words danced over your skin before he pressed slow kisses up your hand, wrist.
your eyes widened, something igniting in you at the sensation of heat lingering wherever his lips touched. he started trailing those scorching kisses up your arm. a soft sob escaped you as he pulled you fully into his embrace, his warmth overtaking you.
“need… you?” your words came out in a breathy whisper.
“my touch,” he clarified with a hum, running a finger along your lower lip, “your desire is the reason I’m standing before you right now…”
“b-but I can’t, I’m not supposed…”
“but do you desire it, dearest?” his eyes glowed bright like embers, warm voice trickling over your skin.
you nodded, trembling.
he smiled. it was a devastatingly handsome smile.
“I’m the only one who can satisfy your need…” one of his large hands traveled down to rest possessively on your waist,
“… but you have to tell me that you want it.”
you whimpered, conflicted, but about to combust from the overwhelming heat building in your core.
“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”
you let out a strangled exhale as his presence flooded your senses.
“please…”
the second the word left your mouth, his inhuman speed had you pinned beneath him. his towering form casted a shadow that enveloped you, the hellfire raging in his eyes. you fought the feeling of desperation and helplessness that surged as he propped your knees up and allowed your robe to bunch up at your hips.
the cool air against your thighs pulled you slightly from your stupor, a sudden sense of nervousness fluttering in your chest.
“wait! t-the door doesn’t lock properly… what if someone comes by-”
“who would dare interrupt you at this hour?” he challenged, rough hands skating up your thighs as he spoke, “this is your time…” hot breath fanned over your neck, causing you to suck in a breath as he moved to gently press his lips beneath your ear.
“… and you don’t need to tell a single soul about it.”
the tempting whispers wove a spell over you, your body arching upward to meet his on instinct.
instantly, his arm snaked behind your back, greedily pulling you closer to him. his hips rolled against yours in a motion that made heat bloom lower with each movement.
“let me kiss you, beloved.”
he breathed the phrase low and sultry against your neck, taking your shudder and quiet whimper as the only answer he needed before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
you were surprised by the amount of adoration and tenderness he poured into the kiss at first, truly questioning if fiends were as dangerous as you had been taught.
surely, he couldn’t be so terrible… not with the way his lips moved- warm, slow, and even sweet while one of his hands came up to cradle your face.
gently, his hand slid back, tangling in your hair…
and pulled.
a deep groan met your gasp as his teeth sunk into your plush lower lip, every question of intention vanishing from your mind as his tongue swept deeply into your mouth.
all at once, the heat of him became blazing, seeping into you as his tongue traveled from your mouth to drag a branding trail up the column of your throat.
you fought the guilt as a plethora of unholy thoughts arose, succumbing entirely to the weight and heat of his body against yours, letting your fingers sink into his broad shoulders as you dared acknowledge your blasphemous desire to feel more of him.
“already so sweet…” he released a dark laugh that you felt rumble through his chest, his long fingers suddenly gripping your hair tighter, “… but I need to taste more.”
there was hardly time to react before large hands loosened the ties of your priestess robe, sliding the coarse fabric to rest dangerously low across your shoulders, your breasts nearly exposed.
you flinched as air hit the newly revealed skin, trying to maintain composure while sylus ghosted over your clothed stomach, hands trailing appreciatively over the contours of your body as he prowled lower.
his name escaped your lips in a silent, traitorous prayer, your poor body already on alight with desire from his touches.
that’s when his fingers changed course.
they suddenly slid upward, your breath catching as they hooked beneath your undergarments and ripped.
“wha- what are you doing?” you cried, hands flying to cover yourself in mortification.
sylus merely grinned, chin dipping lower as he peeled your fingers away with infuriating patience.
“I’ve hardly begun touching, dearest,” he crooned, strong fingers wrapping around your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder, “why are you trying to hide from me?”
his hot breath tickled along your thigh as he moved closer to where you ached for him.
“you gave nothing to be ashamed of,” he hovered, his hungry eyes locked on you, “you’re beautiful.”
his sensuous praise pulled at the strings of your heart, sparking a heady sense of intimacy that you had always yearned for.
but your thoughts were interrupted- cut off by the unfamiliar sound that escaped you when you felt the warmth of his tongue gliding slowly up the center of your core, a low growl sounding from deep in his throat as he pulled back and gazed up at you.
“oh, sweetie…” he ran his tongue along your inner thigh, “you taste even better than I imagined.”
then he dove in like a predator closing in on their prey, fingers locked in a death grip around your thighs, jaw snapping with each hungry swipe of his tongue. you didn’t have time to stifle the moan that escaped you, your entire body suddenly quaking from sensations you’d never experienced before.
“you were well worth the wait,” the fiend gasped against you, “but you should have known…” he took a deep, shuddering inhale, “… that once I got a taste…” a nip at your thigh, “that I’d want to completely devour you.”
a broken cry replaced your moans as fear mixed with pleasure at the exact moment his teeth sunk into your thigh.
the door swung open.
panting, you froze, all color draining from your face as you locked eyes with brother zayne across the room. his face was also frozen in shock, hazel eyes darting between your face and the devilish one between your thighs.
sylus appeared entirely unaffected by the intrusion, a wicked smile curling on his lips as he yanked you closer. a mortified yelp flew from your lips as your hands flew down in attempt to cover yourself.
“brother,” the fiend drawled, “how kind of you to join us.”
zayne’s eyes widened, his gaze sweeping frantically over sylus’s face as if he had found the answer to a long-lost question.
sylus dragged his lips seductively along your thigh, crimson eyes fixed on zayne’s the entire time he spoke.
“I was hoping you’d come and find me… why don’t you come closer, zayne?”
a war of piety and lust churned within the depths of the brother’s eyes at the summon, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he gripped the door handle.
your cry of pleasure caught his attention.
“broth- hnngh! -er… h-help me- ahhh,” your face contorted with pleasure and pleading as sylus’s fingers suddenly pressed into you, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on zayne as he worked slowly and steadily into you.
the door flew shut. but zayne’s footsteps grew closer.
before you knew it, zayne’s hand landed on the back of the fiend’s head, yanking him away from you. he angled sylus’s head back against his stomach with a harsh tug.
“what are you doing here, fiend?”
something about how he was handling the devil stirred something in you.
sylus let out a laugh, thick with amusement, as he rose.
“not even addressing me by name? you must be very upset with me, zayne…”
confusion clouded your thoughts as sylus stepped closer to the brother and ran a hand down his chest with familiarity.
“you know that I am,” zayne snapped, snatching sylus’s hand and throwing it down, “now tell me why you’re here.”
sylus made a show of dragging his eyes over your sinfully sprawled out body before turning back to zayne with a troublesome smile on his face.
“isn’t it obvious? I’m hungry.”
and then zayne was shoving sylus back, a hand lifting to wrap around his neck.
“then get away from her,” he growled while his gaze dropped briefly to sylus’s mouth, “your deal is with me.”
zayne’s voice shook with rage, but the fiend remained unaffected. instead, he quirked a brow in defiance, leaning into the hand against his throat and forcing the other man into a backward walk.
“then you shouldn’t have pushed me away with all of your foolish prayers…” sylus hummed, crowding zayne’s space until the backs of his thighs hit the bed.
the fiend dipped his head slowly and dragged his nose along zayne’s jawline, causing a crack in his composure. the brother let out a shaky breath, his eyelids fluttering momentarily before he fisted the silky material of sylus’s shirt.
“… I know you still need me, zayne,” he said the brother’s name in a whisper.
the air pulsed thickly with tension, the sound of labored breathing filling the room.
“leave her out of this,” zayne finally spoke through gritted teeth.
sylus produced a sound that was between a scoff and a laugh before pushing the man onto the bed.
your senses were suddenly overwhelmed by zayne, the sweet scent of him filling your nostrils and his strong body trapping you against the mattress.
it was true that you had dreamed of being this close to him on multiple occasions, but you learned to bury those feelings and banish those forbidden images from your mind for the sake your holy commitment a long time ago.
but it was hard to ignore the returning rush of those feelings, especially as his muscular body pressed further against yours, his arms coming to rest protectively on either side of your hips as sylus dropped to the bed and prowled over the both of you.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that…” the fiend’s grin was insidious, his crimson eyes flaring with unholy fire before grabbing ahold of zayne’s robe and tearing.
the sound of fabric ripping and the brother’s gasp filled your ears as your eyes screwed shut, fear and unbidden arousal churning within you.
“look at her.”
your eyes flew open as sylus gripped your face fiercely and forced it down, your gaze colliding with zayne’s. it stole your breath- your mouth hovering this close to his, your breaths tangling as you searched each other’s eyes.
“she needs me-“ sylus growled, moving your face back and forth to display your unnaturally heated state to the brother.
“-and you know that, zayne. don’t you recognize the signs?”
the brother’s eyes darkened as he took in your disheveled state. your skin was hot to the touch, a slight sheen forming along it. your pupils were fully dilated, as if in a trance, and your chest heaved with uneven breaths. you were trembling with the dark energy that pulsed through you.
you were trapped.
“and now, because of both of your beautiful, selfish, shared desires… I’m going to devour you. together.”
sylus’s voice dripped with mockery as the hunger in his eyes flared, his face hovering closely between you and the brother.
you shrieked as the remaining clothes on all three of your bodies were eviscerated in a haze of red-black mist.
“… and after that? I’m going to take you back to the underworld to be my eternal feast.”
the next moment, he was sinking his elongated teeth into the meat of zayne’s neck, relishing in the gasp of pain and pleasure he elicited from him. a deep, animalistic groan tore from the fiend’s throat as he rolled his hips against zayne’s.
the motion created searing friction and pressure between all three of your naked bodies, which became slick with sweat from every roll of sylus’s hips.
you could barely breathe, but the weight of them rolling against your parted legs had your head spinning, core throbbing, desperate for some sort of release.
all of a sudden, zayne’s hand was threaded in the silver locks of the fiend’s hair, pulling his face to his. their lips crashed together in a filthy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing against each other as they panted and moaned into each other’s mouths.
that’s when you noticed.
one of zayne’s hands had remained back, digging into your thigh. but now, you realized, he distracted the fiend while his fingers began to trace intricate patters along your leg.
sigils.
your eyes widened a fraction as his plan began to dawn on you, a minuscule amount of hope breaking through the lustful spell.
you could destroy the fiend. together.
“while I did miss the taste of you, my darling, zayne…” sylus’s deep voice drew your attention as he rose to his knees, wiping from his lips what you realized was saliva and a trace of zayne’s blood.
“… I came for her first.”
and then you were weightless, mist wrapping around both you and zayne and shuffling your positions as you tried to grasp each other to stop it.
you landed with your back against zayne’s solid chest, sylus towering over you as he smirked down with malicious intent.
“won’t you be a dear and hold her for me, brother?”
with a flick of his wrist, mist flew to encircle zayne’s wrists, forcing them to slide down over your thighs and spread them open.
“zayne,” you choked on his name, your skin so flushed and oversensitive that the slightest touch had you squirming in his grasp.
then your wrists were flying upward and back, mist binding them around zayne’s neck. your weak attempt at breaking free amounted to nothing more than your back arching upward, closer to the fiend.
when you turned your head toward zayne, you could identify flickers of concern and determination across his face. through a hazy expression, his dark brows furrowed as he attempted to pull away from you.
“ah-ah-ah,” sylus tutted, finally leaning down and enveloping you completely. he curled his fingers around zayne’s chin, the two hovering over your shoulder.
“I’m not an enemy…” he mumbled against zayne’s lips, and you felt zayne’s muscles straining as he tried to move, “I’m the one finally giving you what you’ve always desired…”
crimson eyes dropped to you, sylus’s hand seizing your face in such a way that your lips parted for him. his tongue slithered past them, coaxing so deep you could feel it in your throat.
then he pulled back, leaving you breathless.
you had to blink, your vision hazy with lust as your eyes wandered to take in the sight of him.
he had to be one of hell’s finest.
he was simultaneously foreboding and so perfectly sculpted, all striking angles and powerful muscles. when your eyes finally dropped to the place between his thighs, you started sweating.
“no… p-please…” you begged, trying your best to shuffle back as the fiend loomed toward you.
your chest heaved as you felt the massive length him press against your entrance, proding as he chuckled softly into your ear.
“but beloved…” he offered with false tenderness, one of his large hands gliding over your stomach to palm at your breast.
a moan slipped past your gritted teeth when he started tracing teasing circles around your nipple. your fingers dug into zayne’s hair, the only place you had any purchase, and a quiet gasp sounded from him as he dug his fingers harder against your thighs in return.
“… I promised you would be satisfied.”
the whisper was the only warning you received before sylus’s hips pressed forward, sinking into you with a slow, agonizing stretch.
your head flew back against zayne’s chest as you cried out, nails digging into his neck while your core burned from the stretch.
sylus rolled his hips with a torturous slowness, moving until you were wrapped around every impossible inch of him.
you were on the brink of screaming when the mist surrounding zayne’s wrists weakened and his hands immediately moved to rest on your hips.
then they started wandering, sylus’s mist guiding them to explore the soft curves of your body.
“I can’t-“ zayne’s face fell to your shoulder, panting as he fought to maintain composure, “-can’t s-stop….”
“she feels so exquisite,” sylus told zayne through a roughened voice, “that I- hah- wanted to share.”
and then his hands snaked around your thighs, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist.
“sy- ahh!- sssy- lus…” you choked as his rolling hips began thrusting, the angle allowing him to drive deep enough to batter your cervix.
he groaned into the hot, silken skin of your neck as he moved, his fingers sliding and groping along your legs, hips, and backside. your skin burned with every passing touch, your very core burning like he was branding you from the inside out.
at his increased pace of movement, you found yourself crushed harder against zayne, who’s hands had taken solace along your breasts. he kneaded the soft flesh with reverence, rolled your nipples between his fingers as his own hips bucked, the hardness of him grinding into your back.
even in his state of arousal, you realized the soft words he uttered weren’t merely sweet nothings, but prayers being murmured into your skin. your fingers curled at his neck, an attempt to return the favor and trace sigils along his skin… but you didn’t get the chance.
sylus’s teeth found your lower lip, biting until he drew blood. you winced and moaned at the pain, but he bit harder, sucking and then lapping at the red droplets that surfaced.
he licked his lips and then growled, the mist dispersing rapidly at the same moment his large hands sunk into your hips and lifted you.
it was like you were feather-light, the way he lifted and spun you so that your back was flush to his hard chest, his muscular arm holding you in place. the stinging, stretching sensation returned, and your hands flew back to grasp whatever part of him you could reach.
“sylus!” you cried as he sunk you down onto his length, your gasps and groans growing louder. they dissolved into a choking sob once your backside was fully seated against his pelvis.
you were already stretched to your limit, so full that you could barely breathe. and then he started moving.
your teeth sunk into the thick forearm that held you upright against him, stifling your broken moan. never in your life had you dreamed of such wanton sensations, the visions sylus had fed you paling in comparison to the addictive sensations you were drowning in now.
when you managed to refocus your gaze, you realized the entirety of the mist that had entrapped you was now binding zayne, his wrists bound above his head and his ankles bound together.
a new addition, however, was a band of mist that wrapped around his mouth, muffling and gagging him as he watched. his eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving as he watched from a distance, his hips shifting in a fruitless attempt to find friction.
a low, wicked laugh rumbled from sylus’s chest as he thrusted slowly into you, drawing back fully so you could feel every vein and ridge of him each time he hit deeper.
“where are your gods now?” he taunted, the force of his thrusts becoming brutal. then his scorching lips met your neck, the scrape of elongated teeth startling you before they punctured skin and he sucked.
your attempt to scream was quickly stopped.
one of his large hands came up to crush your throat while the other wrapped low around your hip to hold you against him as he feasted.
sylus kissed, lapped, and sucked at the wound on your neck, releasing the most sinful moans you’d ever heard. loathing surfaced in the pool of your present emotions as you processed how your body betrayed you, the pleasure burning in your core with every one of his touches.
the large hand that was slung low on your hip slid lower, deft fingers sliding through your parted folds and dragging in circles.
“can your gods give you this?” he punctuated the last word with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and your body shattered.
you screamed as you came, intense pleasure sweeping through every inch of your body. sylus groaned, arms crushing you against him as he exploded inside of you.
“tell me,” his molten tongue licked at the blood on your neck while his hips continued to move, “are you satisfied, now?”
your body trembled, your combined arousals dripping down your thighs as you clung to him to remain upward. all you could manage in response was a weak “yes” before he released his grip and you toppled to the bed, panting.
sylus’s dark laugh echoed from behind you, your stomach coiling with dread at the sound.
“how precious…” he mocked, and then you were struggling against tendrils of black and red again, this time being rotated and pinned onto your back.
“… because my appetite has only been whetted.”
brother zayne now hovered above you, his hazel eyes wide with shock.
“besides,” the large, otherworldly shadow of sylus’s figure loomed over zayne’s shoulder as he moved closer, his voice low as he added, “I’ve dearly missed my lover.”
your eyes snapped to zayne’s, and that’s when you realized that his had softened marginally. your brow furrowed in confusion, and he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair from your face with heartbreaking gentleness. then he discretely traced a sigil along the side of your neck.
a warm feeling pulsed in your chest, and you brought your hand up to cup the side of his face. the corner of zayne’s mouth tilted into the subtlest of smiles. but it was was only for a moment, because enormous arms came down to cage you both together as blazing eyes surfaced from over his shoulder.
“did you know that your desire for each other is what drew me here in the first place?” sylus laughed into zayne’s neck as his hand wrapped around to dig into zayne’s chest.
zayne grimaced, a discontented moan escaping him as the fiend’s hand traveled lower. his face flared with heat against your palm the moment sylus made contact with him, his eyes screwing shut.
“how tragic that the only way either of you will ever find satisfaction again is through me.”
you and zayne gasped in unison as sylus’s mist tugged at your hands and maneuvered them to rest low around zayne’s hips, spreading him wide.
“you should have left her out of this,” zayne gritted as sylus’s hand groped his backside.
“but I wouldn’t have met her if it wasn’t for you, dearest,” sylus hummed into zayne’s shoulder as he began pressing two thick fingers against his tight ring of muscle.
zayne choked on a moan as sylus’s fingers plunged deep into his hole.
“it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” sylus breathed against the shell of zayne’s ear, his fingers twisting and pumping as he ground his surfacing erection against the back of zayne’s thigh.
sylus’s laugh was low and terrifying as his other hand trailed along zayne’s straining arousal, his long fingers teasing his leaking tip while they still hovered over you.
“bend.”
“I-I am-“
“lower.”
this time, the fiend’s sultry command was accompanied by force. zayne’s chest met yours as sylus’s hand pressed his spine down and then reached around to tug his hips higher.
a rush of shameful arousal flooded your senses, the sight of the two men too much to process… especially as your fingers dug into zayne, causing him to arch back towards sylus’s ministrations.
your mind reeled with visions of being trapped in this spell cycle forever- endlessly giving your pleasure and lifeblood to a fiend and his lover.
would it really be so terrible to live all your days in tantalizing bliss?
zayne’s shuddering cry brought you back to your somber reality.
blood trickled from his shoulder, where the fiend’s mouth was now attached, an obscene sucking sound echoing through the room as he continued to edge zayne mercilessly.
sylus’s name tore from zayne’s lips, finally catching the fiend’s attention long enough for him to pull back and chuckle greedily.
“shhhh, I know what you need…” his deep voice rang in your ears as he spoke to zayne, aligning his thick length with his entrance.
zayne’s hands fisted into the blankets as sylus sunk into him inch by inch, whimpers catching in his throat as he endured the intrusion.
your hands were released when sylus’s hips collided with zayne’s. throaty, drawn out moans sounded from both of them as they adjusted to the shape of each other.
an entirely forbidden curse escaped brother zayne’s lips when sylus started moving, sparking something deep in your core.
but just as soon as sylus had started moving, he stopped, taking zayne’s painfully flushed cock in his hand and pushing his hips downward. at the very same moment, mist twirled around your legs, pressing your knees upward to meet your shoulders. your body trembled, hand flying to your mouth to stifle a sound as sylus lined up zayne to your slick, aching entrance.
“aren’t you thrilled to finally be together?” sylus jeered as he rocked his hips, causing zayne to sink into you.
the breath flew from your lungs as you were crushed and claimed completely, their hips beginning to roll in tandem.
a deep flush overtook zayne, sweeping from his head to his chest as sweat beaded at his brow from the sudden the duality of sensations. the sounds that began to fall from his lips became entirely distracting, your fascination with him increasing as you beheld him in ecstasy.
he was breathtaking. dark hair clung to his forehead, sculpted muscles gleamed from exertion, hazel eyes were alight with bliss.
your hands gravitated to him of their own accord, tracing up his arms until your fingers threaded into his thick hair.
zayne gasped, his eyes catching on your lips for a heated moment before dragging up to meet yours.
pleasure was already coursing through your body, but something about the way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine.
the fiend must have noticed the moment you were sharing, because he shoved his hips harder and let out a coarse laugh when your body arched up into to zayne’s.
sylus bent over and pressed the three of you deliciously closer, his chin hooking over zayne’s shoulder.
“the both of you are so beautiful together…”
his large hand slipped between your bodies, pressing low to bring your attention to the slight bulge in your stomach that was caused by the depth of their weighted thrusts.
“it’sss- hnngh- too much…” you whined, tugging at his wrist on your stomach to relieve the added pressure.
he beamed, soaking in the pleasure he was wringing from both of you, and slid his hand lower. long fingers glided around the hot, dripping place where you and zayne were joined, then came up and hooked into zayne’s parted lips.
this drew a startled sound from zayne, especially when sylus forced his fingers deeper.
“your entwined desire tastes absolutely divine…” sylus hummed while licking the sweat from zayne’s neck, “don’t you agree?”
essence was suddenly being smeared across your mouth, your lips pried open as sylus forced those same fingers onto your tongue. you nearly gagged, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you tasted the evidence of your sins.
your head was clouded and you were drowning in sensations…
but you were determined to refocus on the task at hand.
you looked to zayne.
his chest was heaving. his arms were trembling. his mouth dropped open as sylus pounded relentlessly deep into a spot that he’d learned was forbidden for a man’s pleasure.
grabbing zayne’s face, you surged upward, crushing your lips to his in a desperate kiss.
he sighed, melting into you, and you felt your mind slowly floating back to your body.
delicately, you began tracing all the sigils and symbols you knew down the front of his firm chest, not wanting to waste a single moment when you felt his abs tensing, no doubt an attempt to keep his pleasure at bay.
frantically, you tore your lips from his, moving to mutter prayers into the expanse of his chest.
you knew the gods had no reason to listen to patrons who had willingly agreed to defile themselves (and with a demon, no less.)
but you prayed anyway.
zayne’s hand dug into your hair as he battled his restraint- a battle he was evidentially losing, based on the way you
could feel his hips slowing and his cock pulsing within you.
nevertheless, he pressed featherlight kisses into the crook of your neck, lips moving in breathy prayers that he knew only you could feel.
something like relief shone in his eyes when you finally met his. he then surprised you by stooping to kiss you in a way that made you feel cherished, his hand sliding from your hair to cradle your face.
but the cacophony of pleasure was imminent.
“can your gods satisfy you like I do?” the fiend taunted with a voice that rumbled through you.
zayne’s body went taut with a sharp moan, muscles clenching around sylus at the same moment he spurted into you, pulsing and spilling more with each snap of sylus’s hips.
your core spasmed and fluttered as you ascended, the overstimulation bringing your climax in waves that made you sob.
sylus buried his face into zayne’s shoulder and his cock deep into zayne’s entrance, an otherworldly amount of fluids gushing and dripping down zayne’s thighs as he found release.
everything felt heavy, hot, and sticky. your head spun endlessly, and when you looked to zayne, he was shaking, barely able to hold himself from collapsing on top of you.
sylus hummed against zayne’s neck and let out a breathless laugh.
“maybe I have you to thank, brother zayne, for inadvertently leading me to your beautiful seductress…”
he reached down to dig his fingers into your hip.
“… she’s delectable.”
your eyes slid to zayne’s.
fury churned in those orbs of deep green, and you noted how his mouth pressed into a firm line when he signaled you with a subtle nod of his chin.
your hand stretched forward, a lust-addled expression on your face as you beckoned for sylus to move closer.
his insatiable eyes lit up, his lips lowering to kiss and nip at your hand before allowing you to trace your fingers along his bloodstained lips. delicately, they dragged downward. you felt a contented hum vibrate in his throat before you pulled away.
finally, the fiend withdrew himself.
zayne collapsed, barely removed from you, his legs still tangled with yours when you rolled onto your side to examine him.
you glanced nervously at sylus, who was wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
then he snapped his fingers.
dangerous mist converged in a circling pattern behind his towering figure, crackling with energy that began drawing you to it.
“and now begins our eternity together, my loves,” sylus extended a hand as he drew nearer, the mist beginning to gather you to him, “are you ready?”
quickly, you threaded your fingers with zayne’s.
he raised your entwined hands together, panting, and brushed a kiss to your knuckles before you both chanted the final line to the prayer and thrusted your joined hands against sylus’s chest.
zayne’s gaze locked with the fiend’s as the sigils you had drawn on each other with sweat and blood began glowing faintly on your skin.
“never.”
the sigils you had secretly traced on sylus’s neck moments ago became blinding.
his eyes widened in horror.
and then he was screaming.
mist thrashed around him as he fell to his knees, clawing at the holy mark that was searing his skin.
with a resounding boom, he combusted, a pile of ash and glowing embers in his wake.
you and zayne clung to each other as a rattling wind tore through the room, scattering the ashes until they were gone.
when everything settled, the fiend was gone.
trembling, you released each other, relief and shame crashing over you in an instant.
you both pulled at the blankets to reclaim some form of modesty while you moved into an upright position and sat in silence.
tears lined your eyes as you processed the weight of everything that had transpired that evening, causing you to clutch the blanket tighter in shame.
“I’m such a fool…” your voice was feeble as you squeezed your eyes shut.
you could feel his gentle gaze turn to you.
“we both were.”
you opened your eyes, astounded by the compassion you found when you looked into his.
“this whole time… you knew him…”
a look of deep regret flashed across his face as he nodded.
“I unknowingly bound myself to him a long time ago… just as you did, tonight. I apologize for being unable to save you from him sooner.”
warmth enveloped your free hand as he brought his to envelop it.
“but we’re free now.”
you offered him a weak smile, which he returned.
“I’m sure someone will discover what we’ve done… the gods- we could be punished.”
“or,” a flush appeared on his face, “we could leave… together.”
your eyes flew wide open.
his fingers came up to tenderly caress your cheek.
“… I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.”
that same warmth from earlier bloomed in your chest, a sliver of sunshine in the dark cloud of your emotions.
you leaned in to kiss him of your own accord, smiling when he kissed you back.
and you realized that this was what it meant to feel satisfied.
synopsis :: your boyfriend is very excitedly telling you all about the new addition to his collection but honestly you were too focused on how hot he looks whenever he nerds out.
tags :: MDNI, 1.8k (not proofread sorry), cunnilingus, improper use of keyboard (don't ask just trust), nerdy! valko, dirty talk, degradation with praise, little to no plot, dry humping, perv4perv, edging, slight overstimulation, squirting, fingering, hair pulling, valko calls reader pup/puppy, aftercare implied.
A/N: hi...first valko post pls be nice i haven't written smut in months and also im ovulating so low key this might make no sense but im petty and infold will not take pookie away from me that easily so pls enjoy ♡.
It's not your fault, it really isn't— how is a woman supposed to act when her man is looking too delicious to not devour.
Despite him being half wolf it really feels like you are the animal here because all day you had been staring at him like a piece of meat being dangled in your face.
You don't need to check your phone to know you were ovulating because there is no other explanation for how you are sitting on his lap while he innocently unboxes his newest keyboard all giddy meanwhile your body and brain were fighting demons.
Little did you know he noticed, you weren't exactly all that subtle with how often you shifted your hips on his lap to "get more comfortable" but he chose to ignore it, wanting to see how far you can contain yourself, he wasn't all that clueless, it was impossible for him to not smell your arousal but even more impossible to not tease you.
"I can finally try out the new switches I got for my keyboard." He quickly got to work arranging all of his things on the desk.
Your eyes follow the furrow in his eyebrows and how he bit hid lip in concentration.
"These are the cherry mx clear switches which should be a little louder than the last ones I got! They have a more clicky sound to them see since they are more tactile, it's because they are not linear." He demonstrated typing into the quiet room that soon was filled with the sounds of the key pads echoing, not in obnoxious way, still, valko was very particular whenever it came to these things though you could swear they sound no different than the last ones he got.
"So what's the difference between these and the other ones?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to distract yourself from jumping his bones like a feral cat in heat.
"They have the same actuation and travel rate but these ones need a little more force." He explained, all animated, fixing his glasses as they slip down his nose.
"The red ones need 20g less force which could be better if you want to prioritize speed but personally I think higher is better so I avoid miss clicking so often without sacrificing speed as much too—"
Your eyes have not left his face for a single moment, you have no idea what the fuck he even said or what any of that means but you nod along nonetheless, there was something about how he talked so confidently and passionately about his hobbies that made you dizzy with need.
He noticed your confused face and let out a quiet laugh that went straight to your core, you subconsciously fidget more, leaning closer to him.
Valko wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.
"Are you even paying attention to me right now?" He pouted, mischief written in his face.
"Of course I was!" You cough, covering up how your face felt hot from how he stared down at you.
"Really?" He whispered against your lips.
You hum acting nonchalant despite your heartbeat roaring against your chest.
"What was I talking about then?" The arm that was wrapped around your waist slowly moved to your hips stopping your movements.
Your eyes widen, not even realizing you had been humping his leg this entire time.
Valko leaned back into his gaming chair, adjusting his hips, purposely thrusting up against you to hear that little gasp leave your lips, amber eyes never once leaving you, tracing your face and body.
"You were talking a-about— nghh— about—" You try to save the last of your dignity but he was quick to tighten his grip on your hips to move you on his lap with practiced ease till you were on top of his hard cock, he hissed.
The soft sounds coming from you were music to his sensitive ears, better than any keyboard switch until he got an idea, smirking.
"How about this, pup." His other hand carefully caressed your cheek watching how you nuzzled into his warmth, his heart swelling.
"How about we test this new keyboard in a different way?" You could almost read his thoughts.
You nod, fully trusting him.
"Words, pup." He came closer.
"Okay." You whisper breathlessly.
"Good girl." He chuckled suddenly manhandling you on his desk, you squeal hands quick to grab at his shoulders.
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
He carefully placed you on top of his new keyboard, your breath hitches.
"You know what to do."
You move your hips hesitantly, scared to break it from your weight.
His pushed you down firmly, not forcing, never that but encouraging you.
You gasp, the only barrier between you and the key pads was your panties that were slick with raw need.
Valko watched, leaning back against his chair, eyes stripping you naked till your soul was bare to him.
Every shift made the pads rub just right against your throbbing clit, your body was possessed with the need for his approval.
"Eyes on me." His command made you dizzy, hazy eyes desperately trying to maintain contact.
"Just like that, so filthy."
"You're just a dumb puppy, aren't you?"
"Look at this mess, you gonna clean it up after, puppy?"
"Fuckkkk, don't stop."
The click sounds slowly start to sound more chaotic and uncoordinated with your peak nearing from his demeaning words, you loved how be talked you through it.
Before you can ask for permission valko moves, stopping your movements, you cry out in frustration, nails digging into his arms until streaks of blood were visible.
"Not so fast." He whispered against your ear, biting and licking until he reached your neck, your scent driving him crazy, it was the most intoxicating and addictive thing.
You try to grab his bulge, his own arousal evident but he was quick to stop you, your whine makes him laugh.
"Not tonight, not before I get a taste."
You shiver.
His fingers carefully trace along your underwear, avoiding where you needed him the most on purpose.
"Val—" You whine.
"Shhh."
"But—"
Your thoughts all crumble when you feel his thumb press down firmly on your clit. Your whimpers were fueling him more.
His thumb adding more pressure, moving in slow and tight circles that made your vision blur. Each time you neared your climax he purposefully stopped his movements.
"Val, please please please—"
He was planning to tease you more but he couldn't wait himself anymore.
Finally giving your clit his full undivided attention you cry out withering around him.
Spots of white scatter in your vision, mouth falling in a silent scream, not fully registering the clear spurts that covered his keyboard and desk.
"There. You. Go." He groaned watching you unfold in front of him.
He lets you catch your breath for a moment, head resting against his chest before he pulled you away slowly, "not done yet." dropping to his knees, free hand pulling you off of the keyboard that was covered in your cum.
Your body felt like puddy, molding to his every will. Your eyes widen when you notice him lick the keyboard clean, his dark eyes watching you like were his next meal, oh how the tables turned.
He moved to take off his glasses but you stop him.
"Keep them, please."
How could he dare say no to you when you use your manners?
He nuzzled against your stomach, breathing you in like you were the most intoxicating drug.
His lips leaving gentle kisses down to your thighs, big hands parting them, a groan leaving his lips at how soaked you were.
"Mine." His possessively mumbled, not really meant to for you to hear but your heart stuttered when you caught his quiet confession.
He wastes no time, diving into your cunt like he was worshiping a goddess. Still keeping your panties, only moving them to the side after he licks a long slow strip from your slit to your aching clit.
You bite you lip trying to stop the embarrassing noises from leaving your lips but he doesn't let you.
"If you keeping doing that you not cumming on my cock tonight, pup." He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
When he finally makes contact with your bare skin your hips buck, he holds you still, devouring you, all messy and sloppy, squelching sounds mix in with your loud whines.
His tongue was on a mission to steal all your oxygen. Your hands quickly find purchase on his hair, pulling it harder and harder and he lets you, feeling an absurd amount of pre stain his pants.
He was completely marked in your scent, nose dumping against your clit in a rhythm that matched the way he ravaged your insides with his tongue.
The way his name became the only coherent word you could let out had him drunk. By tomorrow you knew bruises would appear on your hips from his grip but none of that mattered. You wanted his mark on you too.
The visual of his glasses fogging up while he diligently ate you like you were the sweetest thing had your pussy tightening around his tongue.
"Val!" You cried, pulling his hair harder.
Valko groaned, knowing what you wanted he sealed his lips around your clit, fingers quick to replace his tongue, pumping in and out of you till your breath caught.
"Breathe, pup." He reminded you before diving back in. Your lungs burn trying to remember how to breathe in oxygen, your spread legs wrapping around his head now, too drunk to realize he himself wasn't breathing at all and valko did not care one bit, he loved every second of this.
"C-can't—" You gasp.
"Yes. You can." He encouraged you, fingers never once stopping their pace, hard and deep just how you liked it. He moved, nose against your own now, his lips capture yours, the taste of you on his tongue made your pussy grip his fingers tighter, valko groan at how erotic it all was, finally taking his glasses off to see you better and he swore he could cum just from seeing your eyes roll as you came all over him, messier than ever, more clear liquid splattered everywhere but he didn't stop until you were a crying mess, shushing you with sweet kisses.
"There you goooo."
"So pretty for me."
"So good, so good for me." He praise made you more lightheaded.
He caressed your hair, helping you calm down from your intense orgasm.
"Breathe for me baby, slowly."
"Yeah, just like that." He smiled noticing how content you looked with your eyes closed.
"Better?" He asked.
"So much better." You sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into soft kisses as he moved you to the bed, holding you in his warm and strong arms for the rest of the night.
The baby just wanted chocolates 😭 give him back! I will fill our drawers and shelves with chocolates! Will even try his chocolate scrambled eggs! 😵💫
I was just trying to give him some chocolatey goodness... Different story from my other fic. Hope you enjoy ♥️
summary: Valko finds a new favorite chocolate cake, and it leads him to the most wonderful discovery.
Valko fluff, Valko x baker! nonmc, first meeting, a little humor… wc 1.1k
Exiting the lab with a frown, Valko walks towards his private office with heavy steps and a weary exhale. Thinking about recent issues and delays in his projects made his head hurt and his patience close to snapping.
Sinking into his office chair, he grabs his phone and scrolls through a delivery app to look for the one thing that sounds like a great idea right about now. His mini fridge full of Awoo Milk isn’t gonna work today.
He’s craving chocolate cake. The glossy, heavy, gooey kind. The happiness exploding in your mouth and sticks to your teeth kind. The overloaded with even more chocolate toppings kind.
He can’t believe his eyes when he stops on one photo of a mini cake in particular, because it looks to be made exactly just for him. It even seems to be calling out his name, he swears he can hear it whisper into his ear. Oh this is it, he thinks. Quickly placing an order wait maybe make that two, he is relieved to see it will only take a few minutes to wait.
Perking up when it arrives already thoughtfully arranged on a plate by his secretary, Valko immediately shuffles aside the documents on the table while thanking him and asking to not be disturbed for the next fifteen minutes.
When the door closes, he lets out a gleeful chuckle as he rubs his hands together, swiveling a bit on his chair side to side, his eyes sparkling as he appreciates the mini cake.
The smell is divine, his mouth already watering, and he already knows it’s gonna be good. He smiles at the way it’s decorated with bits and pieces of chocolate barks, shavings, and sprinkles. The chaos actually looks playful and fun.
He picks up the fork to dig in, whistling when he sees the inner layers and the gooey center. He took a bite, and his eyes went wide.
“Mmmm!” A moan involuntarily comes out from his lips. He slaps a palm on the table, loud enough for his secretary to hear outside, who pauses in concern as he looks at the door.
Mother. of. all. chocolate. cakes.
Pure bliss sweeps through him, instantly washing away the stresses of the day. Valko lifts a hand to his mouth as he chews, eyes fluttering shut as he moans again, softer this time. He swears he feels sparks run through his veins and stars appear in his vision. His wolf ears and tail appear and swish around happily, a rare slip of control over food.
What sorcery is this? Bite after bite, he practically inhales the mini cake, only slowing down at the last forkful.
He side-eyes the other cake on the table, still safe in its transparent takeout box with a pretty little ribbon. He decides to save it for dinner later.
(It doesn’t survive past the hour.)
“Their cake has healed me. Just one bite and I have achieved inner peace, outer peace, and world peace. As a seasoned chocotist, this cake...”
He types a lengthy and glowing 5-star review for the cafe he ordered from, committing the name and address to memory, pleasantly surprised that it's nearby.
He becomes a loyal customer, ordering two every day (never just one), and every day he experiences the same feeling of joy and contentment. Oddly anchoring him like a sense of home.
Until one day, it doesn’t.
He takes a bite, and… nothing. He tilts his head and scowls as if personally offended, taking another bite… but still nothing. It’s delicious, yes, but the magic is missing. Scratch that, everything feels wrong about it.
Unacceptable.
The secretary is startled when Valko abruptly opens the doors and zooms past. Usually he could hear his boss moaning over the cakes at this time (oh the secrets a secretary has to keep), but today his boss seems disgruntled.
Swiftly reaching the cafe, Valko pauses outside the door when he catches a distinct scent, his heart suddenly hammering wildly in his chest.
It’s the scent of the wind that had played by a stream and rushed through open mountains, of a peaceful evening as the full moon slowly rises, of steaming mugs of hot chocolate near the crackling logs on a fireplace. Such a smell…
The door opens with a soft chime, and he steps into the cozy interior. His gaze sweeps past the few empty tables and seats as he follows the scent towards the counter, ignoring the display case full of colorful cakes and pastries. He is drawn by a soft humming, the sound tugging him to lean over the counter to come even closer.
He was leaning halfway over when the person behind the counter turned around.
You.
Beautiful, he thinks, already lost in adoring you. Warm, and sweet, and just… perfect.
“Oh!” Surprised at his presence, you almost drop your clipboard before collecting yourself and greeting a handsome guy who has a big sunny grin on his face. Quite charming, though you briefly wonder how such a tall and well-built guy was able to move so quietly.
“Um, hello, welcome to my cafe! What can I help you with?” You smile up at him, following the sudden urge to step nearer, stopping only when your hip bumped the counter.
You can help me by being my wife—
Lightly shaking his head to focus, he runs a hand through his hair as he answers. “Hi, I’m Valko, and I—”
Your expression brightened in recognition of your most frequent customer, his unique name being printed on the delivery receipts never failing to make you smile. Not to mention his funny reviews. “Valko?”
Well, damn. His name on your lips is doing numbers to his chest.
You cheerfully thank him for his daily orders, your hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm.
He tries very hard not to melt at the small contact.
Suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to ask about today’s cake. Instead, he fumbles an inquiry about whether he could place a bulk order for a company event.
An event that doesn’t exist… yet.
Orrr I could just eat them all in secret, right?
Your face blooms even more, happy to accept. Something about him makes you feel safe to open up, so you excitedly chatter about how he’s just in time, how you could work in a bulk order now that you had an assistant, and how she was the one who made the batch of cakes this morning.
Ah.
Valko listens attentively with soft eyes and a gentle smile, with the peace of a man who has found home. He realized that the magic he felt wasn’t in the chocolate cake, it was in the hands that made them.
Okay, everyone take a breath. I know shit seems terrible right now. I know we're angry and upset. But let's take a minute and look at the facts. Bear with me.
Wander In Wonder was NOT the next multibanner on the schedule. They skipped over No Defense Zone AND Misty Invasion. Wander In Wonder has tie-ins to Chinese tradition. Rerunning this banner was a deliberate choice to improve their image in China.
They released TWO new crates in Xspace Echo—this is ONLY done when a new LI is introduced.
There is no mention of the main story in the 6.0 update summary. They are likely having to revise it to comply with government demands.
JP Discord still has the banner that includes Valko, and his channel and roles still exist as well.
All Valko content remains available on Twitter.
All Valko videos remain available (but unlisted) on YouTube.
X, RedNote, Instagram, and Weibo are still talking about him. We're still trending on X, which is where I check for most of my info.
I'm waiting for the update to fully go live, then I will be asking as many people as I can find if "coming soon," the texts, and the Eoncore WU story are still in the game. This will be a major tell.
We still do not have an official statement. Until we do, I'm holding onto hope. Infold is dealing with extremists, the government, and various other issues—this update is likely a way for them to buy some time.
DO NOT GIVE UP! If we don't fight, who will? If we don't speak up, who will? We've come this far. We've raised thousands for charity, we've gotten hundreds of thousands of signatures on petitions, we've kept Valko trending for eight days straight—this is not the end.
As always, I will update you as soon as I have more information. Sending love to all of you. Take care of yourselves—eat, rest, hydrate, cry if you need to. I know this is stressful, but we cannot stop here.
