pairing: valko x reader synopsis: after reluctantly agreeing to meet up with your enemy, you find yourself waiting for him. and right as you start losing hope of him ever showing up, a wolf appears out of the blue... cw: none, enemies to lovers (not rlly?), petnames, petting, reader getting cuteness agression wc: 1.6k a/n: I love making moodboards for him cause he's so twilight coded... Valko masterlist

Twenty minutes. 

That may not seem like a very long time. Afterall, a twenty minute bus ride, a twenty minute phone call with a friend, or even a twenty minute episode of a show you like all make that time window seem small. 

What didn’t make it seem so short was waiting for someone all alone, in the middle of nowhere.

Valko was supposed to show up twenty minutes ago, he’d even been the one to arrange the time and place. And with each passing minute, you started wondering if you had fallen into some sort of elaborate trap. Afterall, the two of you were only working together temporarily, and only because it mutually benefited you.

You got information on EVER, while he got to tinker with and learn more about the hunter association’s technology. 

You should’ve known trusting him was a stupid move. You’d only met him three weeks ago, and you couldn’t go five minutes without pointing your blade at him. 

And yet, you didn’t refuse his offer on intel. 

So here you were, deep in the middle of Moonshade Valley’s dense and lush forest, pine trees surrounding and towering over you. 

You wondered if you were even at the right location at first, but he’d sent you these exact coordinates, and you’d triple checked already. 

“That four-eared bastard… making me wait when he’s the one who asked to meet up.” you scoff, kicking a nearby rock. 

Pre-poly Snowcrow Sylus is both the lamest and weirdest motherfucker ever.

At first, you’re convinced Sylus is trying to break you and Zayne up, though you’re unsure which of you he wants. He crashes nearly every dinner date, every late night ice cream run, hell he even appeared in the condom aisle of the drug store one particularly inconvenient night.

He shows up when you're alone as well, appearing in the coffee shop you frequent one Sunday morning.

"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." A voice croons over your shoulder, making you jump. He's wearing sunglasses, inside, like a weirdo.

"Is it? Really? I come here every week. Of course, you already know that." He's standing much too close, his cologne nearly overpowering the scent of coffee in the air.

God, why the hell does he smell so good?"

"I do know that. Will you be visiting the hospital this morning?" You know exactly what he's really after, the thought of which makes your jaw clench.

"That's none of your business. Can't you just leave Zayne out of this?" You think you've escaped him when you go to order, but his card hits the machine before you can pull yours out.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He's smirking, and you suddenly have the urge to knock the sunglasses right off his pretty face.

Your drinks come quickly, thank god, but he follows you outside, walking beside you as you make your way to Akso.

"Are you seriously going to follow me? I-I could arrest you, you know!" Your scolding does little to dissuade him.

"Yet, you haven't. It seems to me you've grown fond of my presence. You, and that doctor friend of yours."

"He's not just my friend." You stress, glaring at Sylus, who's smirk only grows wider.

"Of course. Perhaps we could all become...friends."

love and skullpandas!

Monster trinity

"...Overtime? Again?" You cross your arms as you watch Zayne walk into the house, hours after his actual shift had ended. Your frame is illuminated by the dim light of the living room, where you'd sat for three hours waiting for him to come home to spend time with you. As he promised.

"I had to stay." There's a touch of guilt in his voice as he undoes his tie, stepping into the light. He looks worn out and you know deep down you shouldn't start this now. But hours of disappointment leave you with no choice.

"You could've called. Or texted. Or actually come home when you said you'd be home." Your voice is steel, and it makes Zayne frown defensively.

"I was busy." Somehow, the lack of remorse grates on you the most. You sigh in frustration, the words coming out before you can think them through.

"That's the problem! You're too busy. Why can't you just stop working and come home once in a while? Zayne, it's just...it kills me to see you overworking yourself like this! Seriously, if you love me the way I love you, you would take care of yourself mo-"

"What did you just say?" Zayne cuts you off, his eyes wide. Your head is still spinning from your rant, and you blink owlishly.

"What?" You question, trying to remember what the hell you had even just said.

"You said you love me. We've never said that before." He says it so matter-of-fact that you find yourself nodding.

"Well...yeah. Of course I love you." Your crossed arms drop to your sides, through they don't stay that way for long. Zayne crosses the room in an instant, cradling your face as his lips meet yours.

It's not a tender kiss. No, this is all passion and desperation, and pure, unadulterated need. He presses you up against the wall, hand cupping the back of your head carefully.

He pulls away when his lungs start to burn, panting as he rests his forehead against yours, arms still holding you close to him.

"I love you too."

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couldn't get this out of my head lol part 1

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hasn't hurt for a week. I was fine three days after my check up, Zayne. Please...tell me we can have sex now?" You practically whine as you lean into him.

Your diagnosis of a bruised cervix had been given nearly two weeks ago, and Zayne was still treating you like you were made of glass. He felt guilty, you're sure of it. He's always very mindful to not hurt you, and he really hadn't in the moment. But he'd gotten a little carried away with you arched underneath him, not that you could blame him for such a thing.

"Do you promise you'll tell me if anything hurts?" His fingers brush your waistband as he settles above you, caging you underneath him. Missionary is one of Zayne's favourites, though you know his actual favourite.

"I promise. Please just-mhm-fuck me?" You press as many kisses as you can on his face as he slips your shorts down, lithe fingers finding your clit and circling lightly.

When you start to whine, he deems you sufficiently prepped, kissing you deeply as he frees his cock and slowly pushes in.

This is not the first time you've taken Zayne's cock, not even close to it. You know exactly how it feels when he goes in, how it fills you and stretches you, the feeling is unlike anything you've ever felt.

Which is exactly how you know something is off.

"Put-put it in all the way?" You squirm, clinging onto his broad shoulders. He huffs, eyes dark with restraint.

"I don't want to hurt you. I'll make you cum, don't worry."

He certainly makes up for lost time.

Sylus hadn’t even meant to find you.

He steps into his bedroom intending to change his shirt, filthy with some blood that isn’t his. But the figure on the bed draws his attention.

It’s the middle of the day. He knows you should be at work, that you rarely visit him at this hour and when you do, you’re never asleep.

He tugs his ruined shirt off, not even bothering to put on a new one as he presses a hand to your forehead. Not warm. He gently touches your pulse point with two fingers. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath till he feels the rhythmic beating.

Apparently, he hadn’t been quiet enough in his worry. Your brows knit as your eyes slowly open. The confusion on your face quickly dissipates as you see him. You smile sleepily, and Sylus thinks his heart might beat out of his chest.

“Hi.” You mumble, rubbing at your eyes. He almost wants to laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Care to explain why you’re in my bed in the middle of the day, sweetie?”

You sigh as if you hoped he wouldn't ask that, laying back down and nuzzling into the pillow. You look so adorable for a moment he just wants to bite you, but he refrains from doing so.

"I can't sleep." You mumble.

"You seemed to be sleeping just fine a moment ago."

"Cause I'm here. I can't sleep at my place anymore. It doesn't...feel right." You peer up at him, awaiting his reaction. He merely smiles, ruffling your hair just a little.

"Would that have anything to do with the company you often keep when you're here?" He's already slipping into bed, curling up behind you and holding you close. You hum, drowsiness creeping into your tone.

"...Maybe. Now be quiet and let me go to bed."

"Gladly."

Fighting my artblock by drawing Sylus!!!

naughty puppy

fluff! sweet tooth zayne! x pastry chef! reader, it’s been a while since i’ve last written a zayne drabble (i’ve been busy), please let the normal font win for once, it’s sm effort make everything small and now, i am craving cinnamon rolls.

pulling out your cinnamon rolls out of the oven, you hear familiar footsteps enter the kitchen.

“you’re like a dog.” you say, not even turning your head as you know that there is only one person who does this.

“dogs are highly intelligent creatures, darling. not to mention their amazing sense of smell which helps emergency services in times of crisis.” your husband replies, hovering over your shoulder.

“and what is this doggy’s crisis? the wonderful scent of cinnamon rolls that he won’t be able to indulge in?” turning around, you face your husband who has definitely seen better days.

“i believe i misheard you, darling. i will be indulging in these small pieces of joy once they cool down a little.” he smiles, bringing his nose closer to smell the warm cinnamon scent.

“you will not, mister.” you scold, slotting your fingers between his nose and your creations. “these are for the akso bake sale.” your husband’s invisible ears droop, flat against his head.

“someone needs to taste test. consider it… quality control.” zayne smirks, placing one hand on your waist.

“and you wish to undermine the skills of your partner who so happens to be a pastry chef for a living?” you raise an eyebrow.

”no, of course not. i just wish to enjoy something for the greater good of society.” he pulls you closer, an attempt to seduce you to get to his true desire.

“i understand.” you play along, placing your hands on his shoulders, causing the hazel eyes you love so much to light up. “but not for today. we both know my cinnamon rolls are perfect. good day, doctor zayne.”

you push against his shoulders, causing him to be sent back the way he came with a sad puppy whine.

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I'm slowly drawing all the boys, I hope to finish them all soon

ㅤpov: you randomly found a small indie singer online and quickly become his biggest fan

ㅤanother pov: you're the bodyguard of a really famous and annoying artist, and at this point you've also turned into his semi-manager

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ㅤwill you ever figure out they're the same person? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"We're not going out." Sylus's words sound firm, even if their meaning makes little sense to you, more so because your head feels full of cotton balls.

"What do you mean?" You sniffle slightly, your throat raspy. Sylus smirks ever so slightly, a face he makes whenever you amuse him.

It's a face you're very familiar with.

"You're sick. You won't have much fun if we go out." There's a tiny part of his voice that sounds disappointed. You're sure he is. He hadn't told you the details, but you know he had big plans for your first Valentines day as a couple.

"I can still go! I'm fine really!" It might have been convincing if you hadn't sneezed immediately after. Sylus chuckles, picking you up from your vanity with ease. You'd protest if he wasn't so warm and comfortable.

He settles you on the couch, carefully laying a blanket on you, and then another, and then one more for good measure.

"Are you hungry?" His hand presses to your forehead. The heat radiating off you must worry him, because he frowns.

"Can I have ice cream?" You pout up at him. His brow raises, clearly both aware of what you're doing and unable to resist it.

"...You shouldn't eat ice cream while sick."

"My doctor says it's okay."

"I need to meet this doctor of yours before your teeth rot out of your head."

Before you can dwell on THAT idea too much, Sylus retrieves the pint of ice cream, though it's not without reluctance. He doesn't allow you to pull your arms from the blanket, settling next to you and feeding you a small bite. You hum in satisfaction as it dulls the ache in your throat, leaning your head on his broad shoulder.

"When you feel better, I'll make it up to you. We'll have a proper Valentine's day." He murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. You shake your head as best you can, though a yawn creeps through as you do.

"This is the best Valentine's I've ever had. You know why? Cause it's with you."

Sylus waits for you to fall asleep to cry.

Zayne really hates business trips.

The moment he steps through the door, he’s searching for you and Sylus. He knows you’re both home, and the first floor being empty only leaves one option.

“Ple-fuck! Please! Sylus pl-please!” Your choked cries of pleasure stir something in Zayne, and the moment he steps through the door, he’s hard as a rock.

“Welcome home.” Sylus purrs almost casually, as if you aren’t restrained to the bed underneath him, naked and drenched in sweat, whimpering and straining against his evol.

“Wh-Zayne! Zayne pl-please tell him to let me cum please this isn’t fair! I was so-so good this week and he hasn’t let me cum once!” You whine, once again yanking at the red energy. He drops his bag, tugging at his tie as he makes his way over to you.

You whimper when his cool hand presses against your forehead, leaning into the touch.

“Don’t let the tears fool you. It wasn’t my idea to save your orgasms till he got back. Tried to tell you that you were ovulating this week but no, ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about Sylus! I’ll be fine!’” His mocking tone makes Zayne smile, though you whine once more.

“You did it for me huh?” You blink a few times, trying to focus past Sylus’s incessant fingers rubbing your clit.

“Y-yeah…I-I know you hate those trips so I wanted to-to surprise you. I might-might have miscalculated a little though…”

“Aren’t you a good girl…though technically, I wasn’t supposed to be home till tomorrow. So, maybe you shouldn’t cum till then?”

“What a great idea, Doc.”

“…I hate you both.”

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From the bug meme. 😆