We are lost Stars

There's no way you were going to make it till dinner.

Just sitting next to Valko in the backseat, the windows tinted and his large hand on your thigh, is making your head spin. You meet Zayne's eyes in the rearview mirror, mentally cursing him for insisting you sit back here and "stretch your legs"

They would be stretching in a minute for sure.

"Zayne?" He glances up again, then nods. Your heart jumps in your chest, and just like that you're climbing into Valko's lap, tugging at his belt. He doesn't seem very surprised, canines flashing as though he'd knew this would happen.

His cock is huge, as you'd expected. It's thick and so pretty, making your mouth water at the sight. But you'll have time for that later.

"Take your time." Valko murmurs, grip on your waist tightening as you slowly sink down on him, still soaked from earlier. His nose traces your collarbone, tongue laving over your skin so that he can taste you.

"Don't bite her." Zayne calls from the driver's seat, glancing up at you two while he can. Valko hums in agreement, instead pressing soft kisses to your heated skin.

When you finally sink down on his whole length, you can't help but whimper at the feeling. It feels heavenly, even more so as you slowly rock your hips against his, his thumb finding your clit.

"F-fuck...Valko!" You cry out, having to muffle your moans into his shoulder. He takes over, fucking up into you until you're seeing stars.

The car stops just as you've begun to come down from your orgasm, cool air hitting your burning skin as Zayne opens the door and reaches in to check on you. Though, based on the tent in his pants, he was the one who needed attention.

Which is probably why the car is parked in his driveway.

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Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

Honestly? You have no idea how you got here.

“You need-to-be-quiet.” Zayne’s words are mumbled against your lips, an attempt to swallow your moans. It’s a good plan in theory, but you aren’t the only one making noise.

“Fuck…taste so good…” Valko nearly moans into your pussy, holding the vibrating panties aside so he can lap at your wetness. Your leg is thrown over his shoulder, heel digging into his back with every flick of his tongue.

"V-Valko! Fuck!" You grip his hair, tugging him even closer to you. Zayne is clearly amused, smirking as his head dips to nip at your neck, leaving a mark.

"Don't cum yet." He murmurs against the shell of your ear, making your hips jerk against Valko's mouth as you try to hold off.

"But Z-Zayne!" You whine, tearing up at the sensation. Valko definitely heard the command, and slows down to keep you on edge.

A cool hand slips down, repositioning the panties to be pressed against your clit, though Valko keeps them tugged aside enough to taste you. The vibrations switch back on, but Zayne's hands are both empty...

Oh that stupid wolf.

His grin is evil as he switches it higher. Your body goes rigid, tugging his hair even harder as you desperately hold off your orgasm.

"Zayne p-please!" With tears streaming down your face, you're sure you look a picture of desperation. When he mumbles his approval, your vision goes white.

"H-holy shit..." You murmur as Valko fixes your underwear, setting your leg down carefully as Zayne adjusts your dress.

"I think we'll be going now. Care to join us for dinner?" Zayne offers, draping his jacket over your shoulder. Valko debates for a moment, and after licking his lips, nods.

I'm just now getting to my computer today, so first off lemme start by saying-

Papergames/Infold, you're some serious fuckin cunts. Fuck you for sucking the joy out of your fanbase, like straight up.

I know A LOT of people feel lost right now. Some returned to the game after months+ away, and we even gained some new people to the fanbase! Or well...we would've. I know for a lot of people, myself included, a lot of time and money was invested.

Even if they were to miraculously bring Valko back, the damage is done amongst the trust of the fanbase. We've been divided and there's no coming back from that. A good bit of the CN and Korean fanbase have shared their true feelings. They look down on global players, they look down on POC, they look down on the LGBTQ and believe they are overall superior. Valko will forever live in my heart, but honestly I can't bring myself to write for him anymore unless he came back. My heart is shattered.

But this is why I also want to bring in the introduction of a game that's been announced for 2027 and LOTS of LADs fans have migrated too as of today. An open world otome that will be available for PC, IOS and Android. Let's talk about Silent Whispers...

✨ Nightly rendezvous ✨

Before 🍎 comes home.

Also love the references to Pride and Prejudice movie like ohhhh😍😍😍😍

I’m so obsessed this is like crack cocaine to me AHHHHHHHGGDJSAHH😍😍😍

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“Zaynie..”

You whined breathlessly, clawing at his chest. zayne, meanwhile, looked entirely too unbothered for a man whose cock was currently buried balls-deep inside you, casually signing away at the documents before him.

You had already waited for way too long. You were supposed to sit still and cockwarm him while he worked, but his dick kept twitching, stretching you out until you couldn't take it. 

Desperate, you indulged yourself just a little, rolling your hips slightly so as not to draw attention to your movements. But obviously, that was wishful thinking. His hands immediately clamped onto your hips, pinning you down firmly in place.

“I thought I told you to sit still,” he murmured, his eyes darting in your direction for a split second before returning to his endless paperwork. 

After what felt like forever, Zayne finally seemed to sign the last page. Your pussy couldn't help but flutter around him in eager anticipation ... only for him to pull yet another stack of documents from his drawer. 

Fuck it. You felt like you would die if you had to wait a single second longer. The moment his pressure slackened, you fisted his shirt, buried your face in his chest, and moved your hips to ride him.

Zayne hissed at the sudden shift, his hands flying back to your waist to halt your momentum. You persisted anyway, fighting his restraint to grind and clench around him, wanting to break his composure.

“Looks like you won't be good for me today.”

He flicked his pen onto the desk, letting it clatter carelessly against the wood. His hands travelled up your body; one wrapped firmly around your throat while the other tangled into the hair at the base of your head. He tugged firmly until you paused your needy raid on him, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.

“I didn't think you were completely incapable of behaving yourself,” he mused, looking down at your fucked-out face with heavy lids. His grip on your throat tightened, applying just enough pressure until your vision started streaking with dots. 

Just as you felt your consciousness on the verge of slipping away, his fingers slackened, leaving you gasping, chest heaving for air.

“Come back to me now, darling,” he snapped his hips upward, letting his dick force you to sober up.

“zayne...I can't anymore. please.” Tears pricked your eyes from how intensely your cunt was throbbing, your slick pooling where you were connected and dripping down onto the leather chair.

“Please what?” His lips curved up faintly, clearly amused by how pathetically needy you were for him.

“Fuck me–! I’ve been so, so patient. Please.” You tried to squirm against his iron hold, craving even the slightest bit of friction.

“Alright then.” He took his glasses off, tossing them onto the desk before wrapping his hands around your waist again. Now using his leverage, he drew your hips up until the tip of his dick almost slipped out, and then slammed you right back down.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

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Honestly? You have no idea how you got here.

“You need-to-be-quiet.” Zayne’s words are mumbled against your lips, an attempt to swallow your moans. It’s a good plan in theory, but you aren’t the only one making noise.

“Fuck…taste so good…” Valko nearly moans into your pussy, holding the vibrating panties aside so he can lap at your wetness. Your leg is thrown over his shoulder, heel digging into his back with every flick of his tongue.

"V-Valko! Fuck!" You grip his hair, tugging him even closer to you. Zayne is clearly amused, smirking as his head dips to nip at your neck, leaving a mark.

"Don't cum yet." He murmurs against the shell of your ear, making your hips jerk against Valko's mouth as you try to hold off.

"But Z-Zayne!" You whine, tearing up at the sensation. Valko definitely heard the command, and slows down to keep you on edge.

A cool hand slips down, repositioning the panties to be pressed against your clit, though Valko keeps them tugged aside enough to taste you. The vibrations switch back on, but Zayne's hands are both empty...

Oh that stupid wolf.

His grin is evil as he switches it higher. Your body goes rigid, tugging his hair even harder as you desperately hold off your orgasm.

"Zayne p-please!" With tears streaming down your face, you're sure you look a picture of desperation. When he mumbles his approval, your vision goes white.

"H-holy shit..." You murmur as Valko fixes your underwear, setting your leg down carefully as Zayne adjusts your dress.

"I think we'll be going now. Care to join us for dinner?" Zayne offers, draping his jacket over your shoulder. Valko debates for a moment, and after licking his lips, nods.

Official Commisioned Art by Infold artist!

Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

You were bored.

A stack of completed reports sits next to you as Zayne types away on his laptop from the opposite side of the desk. You'd had quite a few reports to catch up on, and Zayne had various charts to make notes on. So, the two of you had agreed to get your work done together and then spend time together after.

Apparently, you were much more efficient than Zayne.

With no ways left to entertain yourself, you decide on something that's never failed you.

"What...are you doing?" Zayne's typing falter as you kneel by his chair, running your hands over his muscular thighs.

"Don't mind me." You smile, palm running over the already growing tent in his pants. His jaw clenches, gaze shifting to the locked door, before sighing in exasperation that you know is just for show.

You don't wait for him to get fully hard, taking his cock into your mouth immediately. He sucks in a breath, his typing getting much faster as he practically races you, trying to get his charts done.

Still, it's futile. He cums in mere minutes, a true testament to how pent up he's been due to your busy schedules as of late. He's still panting as you clean him up with your tongue, leaning back in his chair.

The thing is, you're still stuck here for at least 30 minutes. So why stop now?

You don't bother pulling off, tongue swirling around the senstive tip of his cock. Zayne shivers, a hand shooting out to grasp your wrist. You peer at him through your lashes, surprised to see him already losing his composure. Still, you can't help but want to break him a little more.

He nearly whimpers when you take him all way again, biting his fist to keep silent, charts abandoned. You keep his hips pinned to the chair with your hands, the wet sounds of your mouth filling the otherwise quiet room.

Zayne x reader, depictions of beauty marks on the body, established relationship, suggestive

“There’s a legend that says beauty marks are kisses left by your lover in a past life.”

Lounging on the couch beside Zayne, you were sharing a quiet evening, decompressing after work. He’d been reading a book, glasses perched on his nose, turning the page once in a while. You’d been scrolling on your phone, catching up on your friends’ socials when one post caught your eye and decided to share it with him.

Zayne hummed, looking up from his book as you continued. “They’re supposed to be on places where you were kissed the most.”