𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This blog is 18+. I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised. All writing featured are works of fanfiction and are in no way affiliated or sponsored by the official franchises.

I mostly write AUs. All of my “Reader” characters are female, of legal age, and although their physical descriptions are kept vague to be inclusive as possible, they are still very heavily Asian-coded. This is due to my experience and worldview as an Asian woman, so if you don’t like, please just scroll along, thank you!

Also, I’ll be honest—I probably will write a bit less for Zayne and Xavier, as I tend to gravitate towards Sylus, Rafayel, and Caleb, and more recently Valko. #bringvalkoback!

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

「 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐐𝐈𝐍 」

「 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 𝐗𝐈𝐀 」

「 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 𝐐𝐈 」

「 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐎 𝐀𝐎 」

「 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 」

「 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈 」

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔/𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒔/𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (18+ / minors do not interact), v fingering, good ol’ doctor zayne (he’s a warning, okay!), we always remind you to wrap it before you tap it, but also wash your hands before getting freaky!

zayne washes his hands meticulously before he puts his fingers inside you. like, he’s about to scrub in for surgery level of handwashing.

you could be making out feverishly, and the second you try to guide his hand between your legs, he’s pulling back and getting up to head to the washroom.

“where’re you goin’?” you mumble, still a bit dizzy from the hormones. and then you hear the water running and you just... lie there, your horny subsiding with each passing second. you try to be understanding, because zayne’s always been really hygienic and this is ultimately a good thing, but soon you’re growing impatient, “argh, li shen! get your fine ass back here!”

“i’m not about to give you a UTI, sweetheart,” he says, coming back with his stupid arms raised like he’s about to step into an operating room. then he smiles, his normally serene face showing telltale signs of mischief. “now, be a good patient and lie back.”

and initially you’re so dang annoyed, but then you quickly forget why because zayne’s kissing you so sweet until it turns filthy, tongues touching and your mixed saliva dribbling down your chin and neck.

and his fingers are so long, thin, and elegant, but he knows exactly where to touch—exactly where to press, where to let up. just a few minutes later, he’s practically fingerblasting you to oblivion and you scream your thanks to the heavens for his near surgical precision.

it really is always the quiet ones you have to worry about.

this big bad wolfie is all bark and zero bite (well, unless you ask nicely!). all that experience and easy charm he has go flying out the window when you’re close.

you sneak your hand into his while the two of you are walking on your date. he almost jumps three feet into the air, but then he quickly collects himself and his signature smirk is back before he’s swinging your joined hands back and forth, a skip in his step.

“can i try yours?” you ask, eyeing his plate at the restaurant he’s taken you to.

“of course baby, whatever you want,” and then he moves to slide his food over so it’s closer to you, but then you grab his wrist to maneuver his fork into your mouth.

“yum!” you squeal, still chewing before you go back to your own entree, not realizing valko’s red all the way up to his ears. “wanna try mine?”

you put your own fork out, saying “ahhh” to prompt him to open his mouth. he’s just blinking at you like—

brb, brain.exe has stopped working.

then later, at the mall, you drag your poor boyfriend around from store to store and he’s carrying all your bags. but then you get to the perfume section of a department store.

“pick for me?”

“me?” then he’s grinning, suppressing the urge to let his tail pop out and start wagging it like crazy.

“yeah, i want you to like my scent,” and then you’re leaning against his shoulder and he wants to scream he loves you so much. he loves your natural scent already, but the fact you’re asking this of him makes him so freaking happy.

and you try one he picks out, spritz it on, and he gets adorably flustered when you tilt your chin up, allowing him a full view of the column of your throat. “what do you think?”

“baaabe…” he groans into his hands, “you’re killin’ me here.”

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” your husband asks, when you dodge his kiss with a sheepish smile, that teasing lilt ever present in his voice. “we’ve been married for how long now? it’s okay if people know you like me.”

you ignore the warmth in your cheeks, the part of you that’s still prone to his negging, before lacing your fingers between his as a consolation prize and scoffing, “who says i like you?”

“you’re the one wearing my ring, wife,” he raises your joined hands, placing a loud smooch onto the back of yours. “you said yes to this.”

“that’s because you literally got on your knees and begged me,” you fire back, trying your hand at ragebaiting him.

but sylus just laughs, red eyes just sparkling, before leaning in to whisper into your ear, “and i’d do it again.”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised.

index — 𝐀 : angst ︱ 𝐂 : comedy ︱ 𝐃 : dark ︱ 𝐅 : fluff ︱ 𝐇 : hurt/comfort ︱ 𝐌 : mature ︱ 𝐒 : smut

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜; one-shot ⤇ 𝐂, 𝐅, 𝐒 (coming soon!)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised.

index — 𝐀 : angst ︱ 𝐂 : comedy ︱ 𝐃 : dark ︱ 𝐅 : fluff ︱ 𝐇 : hurt/comfort ︱ 𝐌 : mature ︱ 𝐒 : smut

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞; one-shot ⤇ 𝐇, 𝐒 (coming soon!)

Sylus is a quiet lover, but he’s determined to make you sing.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I do not consent to having any of my work copied, reposted, or fed into any kind of generative AI website. This blog features content that is not suitable for those under the age of 18. Minors are asked not to interact and reader discretion is strongly advised.