Let Chaos Reign

Works (AO3)

❀ Love and Deepspace ❀

Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Zayne; Sylus) [Preview]

The Princess and The Preceptor: A Game (Zayne) [Coming Soon]

❀ Critical Role ❀

The Sin of Yearning (Jester x Caleb) [Coming Soon]

One-Shots

Say Yes (Caleb)

Stop It (Zayne)

Good Boy (Valko)

Blurbs

Are Too, Am Not (Zayne; Caleb) SFW

Workflow (Zayne)

Look At Me (Caleb)

Make or Break a Deal (Valko)

Another Lap? (Valko)

Inconvenient Timing (Valko)

SnowCrow Blurb Mini Series

❶ Collective Jealousy (Zayne & Sylus)

❷ Isn't It? (Zayne & Sylus)

❸ Go Ahead (Zayne & Sylus)

SnowWolf Blurb Mini Series

❶ Move Your Damn Hand (Zayne & Valko)

❷ TBD

❸ TBD

Drabbles

Panties (Xavier; Rafayel; Zayne; Sylus; Caleb)

Cream🥧 (Xavier; Rafayel; Zayne; Sylus; Caleb)

Sucking (Xavier; Rafayel; Zayne; Sylus; Caleb)

Public (Xavier; Rafayel; Zayne; Sylus; Caleb)

Make-Up (Xavier; Rafayel; Zayne; Sylus; Caleb)

Drabble Update for the Wolf (Valko) [Coming Soon]

On the floor before you on his knees, Valko speaks directly to Zayne, “Move your finger.”

Zayne’s voice, and the very nature of his reply, is curt, “No.” He's peering down at Valko past your shoulder, a smug look in tow; one of his hands tending to your clit and the other groping your chest.

Valko’s jaw clenches, “Move. Your. Finger.”

“No.”

“G-guys—nngh—” Standing completely upright, you’re struggling against Zayne’s firm grasp on you, your back pressed against his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Zayne’s lips land near the side of your temple. When he feels you tremble again, he hums, “Good girl.”

“I will bite you.” Valko interjects, kneeling eagerly on the floor.

Zayne looks down at him again but speaks to you, “Sweetheart, will you tell him he’s being a bad boy?” Taunting your inability to reply, his fingers softly pinch one of your nipples.

“Mmm—ngh—I-I—”

“Oh, shut up.” Without thinking, Valko leans forward and grips the sides of your thighs, pushing forward until his face is wedged between your standing legs and below the workings of Zayne’s hand.

You gasp at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your leaking, twitching entrance. As Valko’s groaning, Zayne speaks, “So impatient.”

“Mmm—h-holy fuck…”

“I’m warming her up for you, and you can’t even show a little restraint.” Zayne’s tone is unabashedly condescending.

“Mm-mm…” Valko mumbles, licking at your slit. Pulling back, but still holding onto your thighs, he makes brief eye contact with Zayne, “She smells too fuckin’ good.” It’s quick that he’s shoving his face right back between your legs as Zayne continues to delicately work your clit with his middle finger.

The side of Zayne’s face presses against the side of your head again, holding you close against his bare torso with his unoccupied arm, his lips right beside your ear. “He’s such an animal, sweetheart.” You moan in response to the comment.

Dragging the tip of his finger along either side of your clit, ignoring the peak of the bud itself, he whispers into your ear, “But I bet you like that, don’t you?”

Your voice is a desperate, honest whine, “M-mmhm…”

“That’s what I thought.” He grazes the tip of your swollen clit as Valko needily laps at your cunt.

“Aah! Oh my god—”

“Shh, just relax. We’ve got you.”

Stopping his tongue only a moment, you feel Valko’s breath spill over your slit and between your thighs, “You’re not going anywhere.” You moan loudly as soon as his tongue meets your skin again.

Zayne tsks, “So eager.” You’re confident that he's referring to Valko, but...his tightening grip on your body suggests he may very well be speaking to both of you.

Removing his face once again from between your legs, Valko peers up at your moaning form before turning his attention to Zayne, “You know, even though you’re a total stiff, you really are good at warming her up for me.”

Zayne scoffs, “Well, unlike you, I know a thing or two.”

“Mhm, sure.” Valko’s voice lowers, “Now, move your damn hand.”

There’s a brief silence between the pair as they allow for your latest moan to stretch into the air. Without you realizing it, it’s as if the sound goes directly to their throbbing cocks.

Suddenly, Zayne’s voice carries a slight grit, “Or what?”

“G-guys! Fuck—! M’gonna—” You’re trembling against Zayne’s hand and Valko supports your weak legs in a firm grasp with both of his hands.

“See what you—”

Your release close and right before his eyes, Valko interrupts Zayne, “Go ahead, make her cum. I’ll clean her up.”

Zayne chuckles softly against the side of your head, “Be my guest.”

He continues to draw slow circles on your clit with his finger, the base of his palm anchoring on your pelvis, applying a light pressure to add to the sensation of his finger. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just breathe…don’t fight it. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would you?”

“Mm-mm—nngh!”

“See? I’ve made her cum more times than you could even comprehend.”

“Oh m-my god—Zayne…”

“Shh, be a good girl now.”

“You’re so mean—edging her like this just because she wants my cock that badly, hm?”

“No, I’m—”

“Both of you…s-shut up!” A sharp gasp exits your throat directly after reprimanding them, “Mmm—f-fuck! Nngh!” Collapsing your head back onto Zayne’s shoulder, his free hand abandons your chest and his arm squeezes tight around your waist, sure to hold you up and in place as you cum.

Valko doesn’t wait a second to shove his face back between your legs, savoring each sight, sound, and taste of your release.

“Mmm—you’re both r-ridiculous…nngh—”

Pulling away, his tongue slick with the taste of you, “Sorry, doll, it’s in my nature. What’s his excuse?”

Valko stands up and before Zayne can complete a scoff, he’s practically ripping you from Zayne’s arms, turning you around and shoving you forward into his chest. “Mmm, why don’t you kiss him for me? So he stops complaining.”

Without a second thought, you’re snaking your arms around Zayne’s neck. Despite being both dark and hazy, the look in Zayne’s eyes is one full of pride; he really does love making you cum.

There’s a light smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as you’re rushing to get your lips on his. Instantly and mutually moaning at the contact, your arms leave his neck after a short moment. Your hands are then quick to reach and start unbuttoning his pants.

Valko watches quietly and carefully, noticing the way Zayne’s hands come up to caress the sides of your face as his tongue slips into your mouth—holding you close to him. His eyes snap down to the floor, though, when he hears the remainder of Zayne’s clothes hit the floor.

After watching a moment longer, he does the same with his own clothes as Zayne steps out and lightly kicks what’s around his ankles to the side, his lips still locked on yours.

Valko steps forward, pressing a light kiss against your shoulder, “While you’re at it...” you gasp into Zayne’s mouth at the feeling of Valko’s cock pressing against your skin the closer he gets—his voice gravely and just beside your ear, “you should thank him for making you cum…”

Breaking the connection with a gasp, a thin strand of saliva stretches then snaps between your lips. “T-thank you…”

Zayne smiles softly at you, “Mmhm, of course, my love.”

As soon as Zayne finishes speaking, Valko tugs you back by both of your hips, hard. Gasping on your way back and down, Zayne catches your forearms so you don’t go tumbling forward into him.

“Animal.” Zayne tsks yet again.

Valko simply grins at the comment, staring down at you bent over and trembling in front of him. Lining up the head of cock with your entrance using one hand, he waits. He knows the rules.

“Do you want him to fill you up, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm—ngh—y-yes.”

His voice is warm and gentle, “Hold onto me, okay?”

“O-okay…” Sinking down a bit lower and arching between them, you grab Zayne just below his hips, his hard cock resting by your cheek.

“Fuck—you look awfully pretty, sweetheart.” His thumb strokes your opposite cheek, enjoying the look of your helplessness as you lean toward his cock. “Just waiting to get filled from both ends, hm?”

“Uh-huh…” At your confirmation, Valko’s grip on your hip tightens, his tip brushing against you—the feeling causing you to shudder in anticipation.

One of Zayne’s hands sweeps underneath your jaw, his thumb tugging on the space between your bottom lip and chin, the force parting your lips.

“All right,” Zayne speaks to Valko, “go ahead—slowly...”

Valko’s voice breaks into a moan before he’s even pushed his tip into you, and when he does, that moan turns into a whimper at the pressure, his fingertips digging further into your hip.

Zayne’s voice becomes a gentle coo, “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

“Nngh—mhm—” Hearing all that he needs to in your eager tone, Zayne’s pushing the head of cock past your lips.

“Shit—” Valko’s hand parts from his cock once able, now both of his hands on each of your hips again. “Can I go faster, p-please?”

“Hang on.” Zayne pushes forward just a bit more—stretching your mouth open slowly.

Valko follows suit from behind at an equally slow pace, “Now?”

“I said—hang on.”

“Mmmph…” The slower Valko goes, the tighter you feel around him, twitching and clenching at each mutual push occurring from opposite directions.

You release a series of muffled moans at the multidirectional stretch you feel which are silenced by Zayne’s cock that’s wedged between your lips.

Zayne groans at the feeling of your tongue gliding against the underside of his length. “Such a pretty, good girl, hm?” He takes a short step forward, his cock almost hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes widen and your cunt throbs at the sensation. “Do you want him to lose himself back there?”

You barely nod, squeezing the flesh on Zayne’s legs just beneath his hips with your fingertips. “Mmhm…” The sound of your agreement is hardly heard.

Zayne doesn’t say another word, he simply looks toward Valko and offers a slight nod. You moan as loudly as the situation allows when Valko finally jerks forward and fills you completely, which sends you forward further onto Zayne’s cock.

“Fuck me—h-holy shit…”

Zayne’s voice is low, “Mhm…”

Valko pulls back partially, “You did a g-great job,” filling you only halfway, “she’s already creaming all over me…”

That familiar sense of smugness returns, “Hear that, sweetheart?”

“Mmm…” A small gag emits from your throat against the tip of Zayne’s cock that’s pressed into the soft palate in the back of your throat.

There’s a strong sense of amusement laced into his low tone, “Good boy, you can keep complimenting me—if you want.”

“S-shut up—nngh—fuck—she’s squeezin’ the hell outta me…”

“I bet she is…” Zayne retracts his cock, offering only a little relief to your throat. “She’s begging you to fill her. Fuck her nice…and hard…for me, okay? Give her what she’s asking for.”

Valko’s eyes are fixated on his cock repeatedly disappearing into you, “Mmhm…”

For the following series of lewd thrusts, Zayne simply stands by, allowing the vigorous thrusts from Valko to send your mouth forward onto his cock each time.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Zayne reorients the hair falling around your head to the side, holding it in a loose bundle by your shoulder. “You take us so well…”

Zayne abruptly speaks to Valko in a much more clinical tone than he was just using with you a second ago, “Tilt your hips up more.”

Valko’s voice is ragged, “W-what?”

“Each time forward—near the end—tilt upward. You’ll hit—”

You let out a sharp whine against Zayne’s cock, “Mmmph!”

“Like t-that?”

“Mhm—just...like that.” Zayne looks back down at you, his free hand stroking the side of your cheek that’s partially bulging from the stretch of him, “Keep doing that and you’ll feel her squeeze you even tighter.”

Staring down at you, Valko’s thrusts—while still firm—become far more intentional, groans and grunts falling more easily from his lips. “She’s telling you she’s about to cum.”

“Mmm—ngh—m-my god…she feels amazing…”

“I know.” Zayne lets out a choked groan, “Keep going.”

“Ah—careful there with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.” You moan pathetically against him, squeezing his legs in apology. “Go ahead, baby, cum...so we can fill you together, yeah?”

“Mmhm…” By now, you’re breathing recklessly in and out through your nose, your whimpers, moans, and gags falling like a hush against Zayne’s cock.

Valko hasn’t let up once since Zayne’s instruction, your legs trembling at each deep, delicious stroke. The stretch, the pressure…each quirk upward of his hips into your cunt has you a vibrating mess, effortlessly clenching down and squeezing him, promptly milking his thick cock as you finally let go.

Zayne moans at the feeling of your whimpers vibrating against his cock, your mouth quite literally now watering, providing a slick, sloppy entrance for him to glide in and out of easily—spit starting to pool out of the corners of your mouth.

He groans, “Good girl.” Zayne and Valko share a glance, “Ready?”

Valko releases a reserved groan, struggling to fight his own release upon feeling yours around him, “Beyond ready…”

As the two finally abandon any and all leftover hesitation, they’re plunging into you from both ends completely. Your hands leave Zayne’s side and press flat against his quads instead, but it doesn’t matter. He’s as deep as his and your body will allow, your eyes widening before softening delicately at the feeling of his hot cum splashing into the back of your throat.

At the same time, your cunt hasn’t abandoned its seemingly endless squeeze and release, Valko’s pelvis pressed firmly into your ass as you feel his cock twitch and release all that he’s been waiting to give you.

With Zayne still his furthest extent inside your mouth, his tip wedging and pushing down into your throat forcefully—additional ropes of his cum spilling down your throat—Valko pulls back to stroke in tandem with each pump of cum he’s providing you, the thrusts still aggressive yet slowed and intentional, each of which in time and in line with the continuation of his release.

Emptying themselves completely, you’re utterly dizzy and trembling, your mind and vision hazy, the only thing you’re able to hear being their moans and grunts that echo throughout the room.

“Holy…fuck…”

“Why—” You shift in his lap, “Oh.” You giggle, pressing your back harder against his chest. “Feelin’ a bit...antsy, babe?”

“M-mm—” He clears his throat, "N-no.” He purposefully stares ahead toward the gathering rather than at you.

“Uh-huh, sure.” You wiggle your hips just barely, absolutely trying to get a rise out of him.

His voice is a harsh whisper in your ear, “Hey! S-stop that!”

“Didn’t we…take care of this literally right before coming here?” You bite your bottom lip after speaking, shamefully enjoying his embarrassment and discomfort.

“Mhm,” he gulps, “I’m thinking about it.” His tone is chock full of chagrin, causing you to laugh aloud. “I let myself think about it—fuck—too much, obviously...”

“It was really fun,” you press your lips into his cheek again, whispering against his skin as quietly as you’re able, “and really fucking hot...” You want to bite his cheek, but you refrain.

“Stop it, y-you!” You giggle again, pulling away from his cheek and turning your head to face forward like he is.

In a moment of silence, you notice him taking deep, slow breaths, likely trying to think about anything else. “What part were you thinking about specifically?”

“Babe!” Both of his hands firmly grip your hips, because each time you laugh, you’re wiggling and applying pressure against his hard cock.

Speaking through your laughter, you’re struggling to hold back, “Okay—okay, I’m s-sorry!”

“Why did you h-have to ask that...” His breathing is shallow as he snaps his eyes shut a moment, his fingers digging into your hips. He's fighting the visualization of you underneath him, on top of him, whispering his name as he stretches you, your tongue licking him clean after...

An approaching voice breaks the thick silence, “Hey, Cous! Will you come help me a sec?” Valko's hands immediately release your hips and land on the arms of the chair you’re both sitting in.

“Uh—”

“I’ll do it!” You interrupt, replying cheerily, practically leaping off his lap after your words.

“Great, thanks!”

“Shit—” Valko’s voice is quiet under his breath, quickly grabbing your jacket that’s draped over one of the arms of the chair.

Not even a minute later, another one of his cousins approaches him after you’ve skipped off, “Dude, you’re not gonna go help your girl?”

“U-um—she— I—” He makes a horrifically failed attempt at covering for himself, his cheeks and ears bright red as his hands rest guiltily over your jacket in his lap.

“Oh my god—bro! Ew!” His cousin laughs a little too loud.

“Sh! Shut up!”

“You two are crazy, brother.” He walks off with his hands up, still laughing.

Valko sinks further into the chair, sighing deeply. But when he looks up again, directly ahead of him a relatively short distance is you, bent partially over a large, long table trying to help pull a cloth over it.