world of random

age: 21

[2-dsimp]

Me and Quio will be both pregnant together

Yes he will share your pain of lactating and be your personal milk bottle. Since he is both a motha and a fatha. So Trust that He’ll take care of you and the baby when things get hard on you, since he got first-hand experience in raising his dear Peina that numbskull Nokka.

[lunamaedotjpeg]

To Be or Knot to be... HMMM

[aquakittymeows]

Something You Do That Turns The LADS Men On (including Valko)

Caleb

Caleb loves when you look for him in crowded spaces, unconsciously craving the safety and familiarity of your childhood friend and adoptive brother. Your eyes scan the crowd nervously, shining in relief when they lock with violet ones. The way you scuttle over to him, grabbing for purchase on the side of his jacket or interlocking your fingers with his, makes his throat tighten and blood rush downwards. In the end, even your subconscious brain knows that he is the one for you. Only Caleb could protect you and keep you safe. The fact that you weren’t even aware of the way you gravitated towards him made him want to take you right there, whispering sweet nothings as he gives his meimei exactly what he knows she craves deep down.

Zayne

Zayne loves it when you actually heed his medical advice. He has plenty of problematic patients, ranging from elderly people who simply forget the things he has suggested to them, to people who, like you, are so busy that they forget to attend their appointments and take the medicine he prescribes them. So, when you actually prioritize your health, utilizing rest days when he suggests it, and taking all of your medication religiously, it makes him want to spoil you endlessly. Such a good girl, listening to her doctors orders so well. Seeing how you are able to follow instructions so perfectly, he wants to see you do so in the bedroom too. If not, he has ways of making you behave.

Xavier

Xavier loves when you reach for him in your sleep. He spends so much of his time sleeping, and it's his favorite when you join him, whether it's bedtime or simply a nap. Regardless of the time, he is on call for wanderers and that causes him to sometimes have to slip out of the bed while you are fast asleep. When your sleeping self feels the weight of the bed lift as he gets up, you can’t keep yourself from reaching out, fingers brushing the warm spot where Xavier used to be. Even in your sleep, you have the cutest pout when you realize he is gone. Sometimes Xavier waits to leave the room until you settle, your eyebrows unknitting as deep sleep claims you once more. You sweet girl, so lonely without him and longing for him to be beside you always. When he comes back he always rewards you with a treat for being so well behaved, pumping himself with one hand as he dives into your soft folds, your slick coating his nose and lips as he makes sure to make you finish at least twice for being so good and patient.

Sylus

Sylus loves it when you argue with him. In his brain, it's akin to a tiny kitten yowling at a dragon for being in its way. The way you glare at him, mouth set in a deep frown, before beginning to speak again, voice laced with venom and sweet sass, makes something deep within him purr. There you are, arguing with someone who not only dwarfs you in strength and power but also influence. What did you think you could do? Even though he knew you could never defeat him, in intellect or might, he loved to let you try. It was like a fly struggling in a spider’s web, only to become more caught. Sylus lets you think you won, before pinning you down, and showing you exactly who holds the power here.

Rafayel

Rafayel loves it when you prioritize him above all of your other responsibilities. Your friend asked you to a meal but you cancelled because you wanted to see him? He’s instantly hard. You are out on a date with him and Xavier texts you asking about going on a mission and you decline? You better find a bathroom or dressing room because he is inches away from bending you over right then and there and showing you what good little devotees get for being so obedient. This sea god requires a lot of attention, basically all you have, so when you provide it without him even having to ask, it’s like you induced his ebb right then and there. He is your god, your idol, and your mate, so what could be more important than him?

Valko

Valko loves it when you nuzzle your head against him. He always does it, both purposely and without realizing because of his wolfish instinct to make sure you smell like him. The poor boy can’t stop himself from scenting you constantly, the knowledge that you smell of him and only him making his tail wag in delight. What he didn’t expect to love so much was when you nuzzled him back. His sweet, perfect mate. The fact that you aren’t even a wolf like he is, but still find yourself snuggling yourself against the crook of his neck or cuddling into his hands when he cradles your face makes his mouth go dry and his rut threaten to start. Since you are going to act like such a good mate, it's only fair he breeds and knots you like one, no?

haii guys! hope you enjoyed! this is my first multi-chara post, so we will see how it goes :3 as always, thank you for the support and love on my fics! i hope you have a wonderful day, and remember to stay hydrated -kitty

[sailortongue]

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

pairing: valko x bunny-hybrid!reader

summary: tired of your partners being unable to keep up with your high libido during your heats, you turn to an online matchmaking service for hybrids in-cycle. when the algorithm pairs you with a gorgeous wolf hybrid boasting a 98.6% compatibility match between you, your prey instincts scream in protest, but his predator stamina may prove to be exactly what you've been looking for

wc: 2.5k

content: nsfw, piv, unprotected sex, scent kink, heat cycle, creampie, knotting

an: recently hit 2k followers which is crazyyy

Ding! The sudden digital chime cut through the quiet of your room. Your laptop was still glowing with the homepage of KnotAlone, a matching service for hybrids entering their cycles. Even now, your cheeks burned thinking of the exhaustive questionnaire you’d submitted— specifically the humiliating admission that even other rabbit hybrids didn’t satisfy your libido. 

You dropped what you were doing immediately in favor of eagerly reading the match report. “Valko Ao,” you read slowly, scrolling down the profile that the website claimed you had a 98.6% compatibility match with. 

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. Not only were you compatible, but numbers like that usually indicated an ideal mate. There was just one glaring concern on his profile: he was a wolf hybrid. 

Your inner prey instincts shrieked in protest. Yet, as you stared at the attached photo, your throat went dry. With his sharp jawline, striking eyes, and furry burgundy ears poking through his hair, the man was undeniably gorgeous. 

Worse, his profile had a warning listed: Lupine genes present extreme rut cycles. Past cycles managed via pharmaceuticals due to high stamina projections. 

So, he’s never had a partner, you thought. A pent-up predator didn’t bode well, especially not to a bunny. Even so, according to the warning, he had the exact untapped reservoir of energy that you needed to get through your insatiable heats. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was breathtakingly easy on the eyes. 

A sudden, sharp throb low in your belly shattered your hesitation. The early waves of your heat were beginning to roll in, warming your skin and sending a restless twitch through your elongated ears. You didn’t have the luxury of time, especially not to second-guess the man that, admittedly, exacerbated the effects of your impending heat.

Shifting your finger across the touchpad of your laptop, you slammed the Accept Pairing button before the more logical side of your brain could talk you out of it. 

In an instant, the screen flashed with a bold, celebratory notification: MATCH CONFIRMED!

 A soft gasp escaped your lips. He had already accepted. Before your mind could fully process that little fact, a new interface slid into view. 

KnotAlone Chatroom: Valko and You

The text bubble at the bottom of the screen was already bouncing, the three dots doing their usual rhythmic dance before disappearing, replaced by a message that was surprisingly warm for an apex predator. 

Valko Ao: Hello! So glad you accepted the match. To be honest, I was worried my profile statistics would scare people off. 

You blinked at the screen, intrigued. His message was devoid of the growling dominance and arrogance you had come to expect from predator hybrids. Another message came through before you formulated a response. 

Valko Ao: Your profile mentioned needing someone who can match your stamina, right? That works out perfectly. My doctors always insisted that my rut cycles are too intense for a standard pairing, so I’ve just been using suppressants up until now. I’d love to help you through your heat if you’ll have me. When does your cycle start?”

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard as a flush crawled up your neck. It was one thing to fill out personal info on a questionnaire, but it was another to openly share with another person.

You: within the next two days at least. Already feeling the warning signs :/

Valko Ao: that’s fine! I can clear my schedule right away.

His easy, accommodating response did wonders for your nerves. Over the next two days, the anticipated dread of your impending heat transformed into something entirely different. Valko texted you constantly, sending jokes, asking about your personal preferences and hobbies, and sharing bits of his own life. By the time the warning signs had become full-blown symptoms, you found that you were genuinely excited to meet him, even if the circumstances weren’t the most ideal.

You woke on the third morning drenched in sweat, your skin hypersensitive to every little touch. Your panties were already soaked and sticking to your swollen folds. It was pitiful, really, how quickly you were made a slave to your own biology, no more able to fight it than you were able to count the stars in the sky. 

With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, shooting Valko a simple text, followed by your address.

You: I need you

He replied almost instantly, informing you that he was on his way. With a groan, you dropped your phone onto the bed, curling into yourself and wishing you could sleep away the scorching need coursing through your body. It felt like mere minutes had passed when a knock echoed through your apartment.

You stumbled from your bed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see Valko standing in the hallway, his ears twitching almost nervously. Before he could even say hello, he froze. The combination of seeing you in such a vulnerable state and smelling the sweet, heady scent that seeped from your apartment had rendered him speechless, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening in his pants. 

He swallowed thickly. For a fraction of a second, Valko tried to hold onto his manners, but the more of you he inhaled, the more he felt like a wolf rather than a man. He opened his mouth to greet you, fighting every urge to pin you to the wall of the entryway and take you there, but his throat constricted and his body locked up.

You could see in the rigid set of his posture that he was at least trying to be a gentleman, but you didn’t want a gentleman at the moment. You needed him rough, and you needed him now.

While he was still trying to pull himself together in the doorway, you tugged him in by the fabric of his shirt, the door slamming closed behind him. He stumbled forward, his polite composure crumbling to dust under your touch. You practically dragged him through your apartment to your bedroom, and his hand hovered over your waist.

“I’m Valko,” he finally managed, his voice raspy as his eyes locked onto the way you were already pulling your shirt over your head.

You giggled at that, and Valko thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.

“I sure hope so.” He flushed, embarrassment crawling up his spine. Obviously you knew who he was. You wouldn’t have let him in otherwise. He blamed it on your intoxicating scent. It was muddling his brain and making it impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t you. You, who was now wrapping your arms around his shoulders and mouthing at his neck, pressing your body flush against his.

Before he could even think, his strong arms landed on your hips, pushing you back slightly to make space. You pouted, and he suddenly felt like a world-class villain.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you,” he soothed, pushing you backwards until the bed hit the back of your knees. You fell onto the plush on the mattress, bouncing slightly. Your breath quickened. Through the haze of your arousal, you were vaguely aware that you had invited a predator into your home. You were also acutely aware that even the worst of your heat cycles had never affected you as much as the hulking man that was guiding your pliant body to lie against the pillows. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands ghosting over your bare skin, his fingertips skimming the lacy fabric of your bra. It was almost painful, the way his cock was straining against his pants.

You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to cup your breast. “You don’t have to be sweet, you know?”

He locked eyes with you, searching for any hesitation or reservations, and found none, only pure want and need. He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and unrestrained instinct.

You arched your body into his, your hips grinding against the bulge in his slacks. He groaned into the kiss, his hands shooting down to hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling both down in one firm tug. Your bra followed shortly after, leaving you entirely bare beneath him. God, you were a fucking vision.

The whimper he let out was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when a pretty little bunny was completely offering herself to him. Your hands were everywhere, sliding beneath his shirt, stroking his ears, palming his leaking cock. Wherever you could reach.

He reluctantly pulled away from you once more, just long enough to strip his own clothing. His impressive build had you salivating, and your weeping pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation as he resumed his spot above you, your legs on either side of his hips. 

“Please, Valko, please I need you,” you practically sobbed, staring up at him with watery eyes. Valko’s heart thundered in his chest, a possessive pang shooting through his chest. 

It was too much. Your desperate pleading, your legs spread for him, your cunt on display just for him. It was maddening. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole, and you keened, eager to finally be filled, pushing your hips up to force him deeper.

You were dripping, his thick cock stretching you with ease as he sunk all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into the sheets. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“So tight,” he groaned deeply, nearly growling. He was already panting and he’d only just begun. “You feel so— ngh—good.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you like you never wanted him to leave. “More, Valko, pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, urging him to move, to touch you, anything that would quell the wanton need that radiated from your core. 

His hips snapped into yours, the blunt head of his cock molding your insides around him. It took everything he had not to cum prematurely. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, and he was sure this was as close to heaven as a man could get. 

The delicious drag of his cock had you beyond words, only able to cry out with pleasure every time his hips met yours. Your breath was ragged as he pounded into your slick hole, and your fingernails left red claw marks on his shoulders that he would later marvel at in the mirror.

“So perfect,” Valko breathed. “Made just for me.” His face was flushed a magnificent shade of his red, and his eyes were heavily lidded, drawn to the juncture where your bodies met, your slick leaking around his cock and soaking the bedsheets. 

You cried out his name, the edge of pleasure so tantalizingly close. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, spurring him on, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming frantic. He was already swelling at the base, but he’d be damned if he embarrassed himself and finished before you. Inexperienced though he was, he wasn’t a total prude. 

He brought his thumb to circle your neglected clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You squealed, arching into his touch, your pussy spasming tightly around him as your vision went white.

Valko gasped, his own release overtaking him. Hot spurts of cum flooded your fluttering walls, and his swollen knot kept it all plugged snugly inside you and kept you connected to each other. 

Your vision was hazy, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, you actually felt sated, at least for the time being until your body again demanded more of him.

Quiet settled over the room, save for the twin sounds of your heavy breaths. Valko grinned broadly, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he dropped his forehead onto yours, nuzzling his nose against your face. Behind him, his heavy tail thumped against the mattress.

It was comforting to be wrapped in such strong arms and taken care of, but the peace was short-lived; your body, in its current state, was already squirming beneath him for friction.

Valko groaned deeply, still sensitive from his release only minutes prior, but the thick smell of your pheromones was pulling him into renewed lust right along with you.

Whether it was with your knees pressed to your chest, from behind where he could watch your cute little tail twitch, or holding you on his lap to fuck up into you, he couldn't get enough of you or the sinful sounds you made when he was buried deep inside you. It was hours before he collapsed onto the bed beside you, his cum dripping down your thighs and a satisfied grin on his face as he took in how thoroughly wrecked you looked all because of him.

As your breathing finally slowed, Valko pulled you into his embrace, clawed fingers stroking up and down your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was that alright?” he asked, his voice rough and vibrating against your skin.

“I’m perfect,” you rasped, burying your face in his chest, your heart swelling at his genuine care. “Better than perfect. I can see why your profile had a warning on it,” you laughed, recalling the words of caution on his profile.

He let out a soft, pleased sound, his arms tightening around you as if he had absolutely no intention of leaving the bed—or your life—anytime soon. It was like your scent had completely rewired the primitive part of his brain, the part that was now claiming you as his own despite the brief acquaintance. Though, to be fair, you had done more than what typical acquaintances do. He didn't think he could be satisfied being just your heat partner.

A flush crawled up his neck as he debated with himself, his wolf ears twitching nervously, but there was no time like the present. “That’s good. I’m glad I didn't disappoint.” He hesitated, the words he truly wanted to say sticking in his throat. It didn't help that you were looking up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes. Now that his more animalistic side had been satisfied and your scent wasn't sending him into a frenzy, he could take the time to admire just how delicate your features were.

“I know we still have a few days left to get through, and I’m not going anywhere, but when this is over, would you want to go on a proper date with me?”

His words had barely even registered before a bright smile lit up your face, and sweet giggles spilled from your lips. You nodded, your long ears shifting with the movement. 

Valko grinned widely, his sharp teeth on display, both relieved and overjoyed that this had the potential to become more than just a means to satisfy your respective biological instincts. A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, already planning where to take you. His mind filled with images of you—dressed up all pretty and soft and entirely his.

[smuttycravings]

holy shit bro imagine taking a nibble on those beefy arms while he's balls deep inside of you ohhhmy fuckinggodskdnkfkf

he has you on your back in an open missionary position just plap, plap, plapping. your chin is turned away and he's panting down your neck like an animal when you notice the thick bicep bulge, with green and blue veins popping out deliciously.

valko's too busy staring downward at his creamy cock going in and out contentiously to realize your eyes are mesmerized. he's absentmindedly babbling as if he's utterly pussy drunk, so closely. you can hear the vibrations of his voice on your slick skin, all praise and reverence for his divine woman (you.)

you must taste it. just one bite.

nom.

you receive his attention immediately, not totally catching him off guard but his right eyebrow raises quickly. then, a smirk appears on his lips. valko's amusement causes a temporary standstill for the deep, mind-numbing thrusts.

he chuckles sweetly.

"ya like my muscles baby?"

[laurefindele]

── oblivious

ꨄ︎ alpha valko x beta non-mc x alpha mc

ꨄ︎ summary: You always assumed you were just the supportive Beta third wheel to Mei and Valko's inevitable Alpha power-couple romance. Turns out, you were wrong.

ꨄ︎ cw: fem!reader, non-mc reader, a/b/o, college/university au, oblivious reader, beta!reader, alpha!valko, alpha!mc, mc is mei, fluff, possibly ooc valko, alpha/beta relationship, unbeta'd, unedited

ꨄ︎ a/n: guys… i've fallen for the valko propaganda 😭 anyway, please note that his characterization in this fic is purely based on the 3 minute trailer that we got 🥹 also non mc x mc because wth, she's hot and the new fit is 🔥

ꨄ︎ lads masterlist ꨄ︎ AO3

Being a Beta definitely had its perks. 

You didn't have to deal with heats, ruts, or the overwhelming biological urges that governed the lives of Alphas and Omegas. The only downside was that you were practically scent-blind to pheromones, which meant you had to rely strictly on visual cues to realize that your two best friends were hopelessly, undeniably in love with each other.

Yes, that was the only explanation that made sense.

You were currently sprawled on a plush, impossibly expensive velvet sofa in the middle of Valko’s penthouse.

As the sole heir to Eoncore Tech, Valko’s college living situation was less "dorm room" and more "billionaire's high-rise playground," complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and experimental tech prototypes scattered across every surface.

"Okay, but listen, if we overclock the core processors on the new VR rig…whoa!"

Valko, who had been pacing excitedly while rambling about the latest tech he was working on, suddenly tripped over a tangled mess of fiber-optic cables. His arms flailed wildly, his glasses flying off his face as he plummeted toward the glass coffee table.

Before you could even flinch, Mei was there.

The female Alpha moved with terrifying speed, catching Valko by the back of his designer hoodie then hauling his tall, broad frame upright with one hand like he was a stray kitten.

"Careful, idiot," Mei grumbled. She didn't let go of his hoodie right away, eyes locking onto his flushed face.

"Ah... right. Thanks, Mei," Valko chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a massive, clumsy golden retriever who had just bumped into a glass door. He beamed at her, and the raw, unspoken Alpha energy between them felt so thick and intimate that you felt guilty just for watching. 

You sighed fondly, picking up your textbook. 

It was beautiful, really. 

Two incredibly powerful Alphas, one a grounded, protective force of nature, and the other a brilliant, obscenely wealthy, loveable dork. They were a perfect match. You were just lucky they let their token Beta friend hang out in their penthouse to use the ultra-fast Wi-Fi.

Mei finally let go of Valko and walked over to you. She silently placed a plate of perfectly sliced fruit on the table in front of you, a soft, almost imperceptible gentleness softening her features when she looked your way.

"Thanks, Mei," you smiled.

Valko immediately scrambled over, nearly tripping again, to drop a brand-new, unreleased Eoncore smart tablet into your lap. 

"I had the engineering team install that specific reading app you like! The screen adjusts to your retinas so you don't get headaches while studying!"

"Valko, this is worth more than my car," you said, staring at the sleek device.

"It's just a prototype! Consider it... beta testing," he said, winking proudly at his own pun.

You looked between the two of them. They had flanked you again, standing on either side of the sofa, looking down at you with undivided attention. Even without being able to smell their pheromones, the territorial, possessive aura in the room was suffocating. 

They were practically vibrating.

They must be getting ready to court each other, you thought. They’re so tense. I’m totally ruining the mood.

You closed your textbook and carefully placed the ridiculously expensive tablet on the table. 

"You know what, guys? I think I'm gonna head out. I have a lot of reading to do, and I really want to give you two the apartment to yourselves tonight."

Both Alphas froze. 

Valko blinked, his brain clearly struggling to process the statement.

"Give us the apartment?" Mei repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

"Well, you know," you gestured between them with an encouraging smile. "You two have been circling each other for months. The whole ‘Alpha power couple’ thing is great, and I fully support it, but you don't have to keep pretending to hang out with me just to spend time together. You should just establish your pack already!"

Silence fell over the penthouse. 

Both Alphas stared at you then, they slowly turned to stare at each other.

"You think..." Valko started, his voice dropping slightly "You think Mei and I want to mate... with each other?"

"Well, yeah! You're always paying for our dinners, and Mei is always physically guarding us in public. You're constantly scenting the furniture around, which I can't smell, by the way, but I'm not blind. I know how Alpha courtships work!"

"We're scenting you," Mei stated bluntly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We scent everything you touch so no other Alphas come near you. I'm guarding you. Valko is buying things for you."

You paused, your brain short-circuiting. 

"Me? But… but I'm a Beta."

"Yeah, a Beta that we are entirely obsessed with," Valko blurted out, his cheeks burning. He practically threw himself onto the sofa next to you, looking like a panicked billionaire puppy. "We don't want to mate with each other! I mean, Mei is great, but she terrifies me! We want you. We've thought of you as our mate since sophomore year!"

Your mouth fell open. 

"Wait. Both of you? But..."

"Did you really think," Mei said softly, sitting on your other side and boxing you in perfectly between their warm, solid frames, "that the heir to Eoncore Tech and I spend every single day following you around just to get to each other?"

"I thought I was the supportive third wheel!" you defended, your face flushing hot.

"You're the entire vehicle," Valko groaned, dramatically resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Please tell me you don't actually want to leave. Because if you do, I'm going to have to panic-buy the building you live in just so I have an excuse to be your landlord, and the paperwork is a nightmare."

Mei reached out, gently but firmly taking your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

"Stay," she murmured, a quiet, possessive plea in her tone. "Study here with your pack."

ꨄ︎ a/n: i also don't remember if i ever wrote a purely fluff fic for other lis...

ꨄ︎ taglist: @seraphineash, @loreleis-world, @tinuvieloflemuria, @thehyperfixationgirly (if i missed someone who requested to be perma-tagged, please lmk and i'm sorry 😭)

likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated! hope you guys enjoyed reading!

[sashimj]

dragon caleb!🍎

he’s a four-winged feathered dragon. has the ability to fly upside down for a long period of time. he also sheds his feathers like a bird and looks hilarious during shedding season

BONUS! caleb messing around with valko

[thevanillerose]

VARSITY | YANDERE!VALKO x READER | LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

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A/N: College AU because I can’t not envision this man as a 90s era highschool jock (who’s secretly a werewolf because apparently this is Forks).

Late August…

Humidity was like a wet blanket over the university campus. It was past eight, the field lights were dead. At this time, the only students were droning cicadas. 

You were sitting in the dirt behind the massive, corrugated steel equipment sheds, pulling your knees to your chest. The rough fabric of your cheer skirt scratched against your thighs, still damp from where Jenna had "accidentally" knocked over a cooler of ice water on you. 

You had hidden back here just to stop crying, waiting until the parking lot cleared out so you wouldn't have to face any of them. 

As you were about to try and pull yourself together and get to your feet, you heard a wet, tearing sound, followed by an abrupt THUD against the side of the shed.

You froze, holding your breath. At first, you thought it was a raccoon, or maybe some of the guys from the defensive line sneaking around to get high. But you heard something like a groan. It didn't sound human, that was for sure. It sounded like an animal in agonizing pain, its vocal cords straining.

Slowly, although scared, you crept toward the edge of the shed and peered around the rusted corner. The empathetic part of your heart (a little too large for your own good), worried. What if it was an animal, some poor little thing in pain?

Then again, it didn’t sound little. You soon discovered it wasn’t at all.

Nor was it the kind of animal you were expecting either.

A massive figure was on his hands and knees in the gravel. Even in the dim moonlight, you instantly recognized the broad, heavily muscled shoulders and the dark crimson varsity jacket of the university’s golden boy. Valko. The star linebacker. The guy whose face was plastered on every athletic brochure in the state.

But something was horribly wrong with him.

His jacket was torn down the center of the back. As he convulsed, a sickening series of pops echoed from his spine. He let out a ragged gasp, his fingers digging into the gravel—and you watched in absolute horror as liquid silver seemed to bleed from his knuckles, warping a nearby chain-link fence as his Evol spiraled out of control.

Then, you saw the ears.

They tore through his dark auburn hair—large, pointed, and covered in thick, dark fur, twitching violently. And from the base of his spine, ripping through the heavy denim of his jeans, a massive, muscular tail thrashed against the dirt.

A choked gasp escaped your lips. What the fuck!?

You slapped a hand over your mouth instantly, but it was too late. The sound of your shock was practically a gunshot against such silence.

Valko’s head snapped up. His eyes were now just as inhuman as the rest of him, a piercing, glowing amber. The pupils were sharp and shrunken, and they darted frantically to find the source of that mousey squeak.

"Who's there?" 

His voice petrified you. It didn’t sound human at all. It sounded near feral.

You scrambled backward, your sneakers slipping on the loose gravel. You needed to run. You needed to get to the parking lot. You needed to get home and wash your face, and crawl into bed and go to sleep, because this was all a bit too much.

But before you could even turn, a blur of movement crossed the space between you in a fraction of a second.

His heavy hand slammed into your chest, throwing you hard against the steel siding of the shed. The wind burst from your lungs in a sharp wheeze, pain blooming up your spine.

"Don't move," he hissed, his forearm pressing into your collarbone, pinning you flush against the wall. "Don't you make a fucking sound."

You stared up at him tearfully, completely paralyzed. He was huge, and he was hot. Well, evidently, but literally too. There was a heat emanating from him like a scalding aura. 

His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and he was so close you could see the sharp, elongated canines pressing into his bottom lip. His wolf ears were pinned flat against his head in pure aggression.

"Who else is back here? Just you?" he growled. His golden eyes darted around the empty space before snapping back to you. "Did you see it? Did you see?"

See what? You turning into a storybook monster, you mean?

"P-please," you choked out, your hands coming up to weakly push against his solid chest. It was like trying to move a solid brick wall. "I didn't—I mean I did but, but I won't say anything, I swear! Just let me go!!"

"You're lying," he snapped, his grip tightening. His metallic Evol flared, the steel wall behind you warping slightly to cage your shoulders in. "You're gonna run your mouth. You're gonna tell everyone. You’re gonna ruin everything.”

There wasn’t a lick of warning. Before you knew it, his large, calloused fingers were wrapping around your throat, so suddenly you didn’t fully register it until you were nearly choking. 

He was a cornered predator, and his instincts were screaming at him to eliminate the risk. If that meant he needed to get his hands dirty, then fine. The key was making sure nobody ever found out.

Ever.

Tears spilled over your eyelashes, hot and fast, tracking through the dirt on your cheeks. You were trembling so violently your teeth chattered. No amount of bullying or jeering from your peers could compare to this.

Not even Jenna, for all her vapid nastiness, would ever want to kill you.

"Please, Valko...I'm just nobody. No one even listens to me! It doesn’t matter that I know because nobody would ever believe me anyway!!"

As the first tear hit his thumb, Valko tensed.

The frantic, hyperventilating rhythm of his chest suddenly stuttered. His golden eyes, which had been wildly scanning you for a threat, locked onto your face. Really looked at you, good and proper.

He saw the way your bottom lip quivered. He felt the rapid, terrified fluttering of your pulse against his palm, beating like a captured rabbit. And beneath the smell of stadium dirt and the faint scent of whatever floral perfume you wore, his heightened senses caught something else. 

The sharp, intoxicating spike of your fear. To a human, it was a cry for help. To his wolf, it was a white-hot flare of vulnerability that short-circuited his brain.

The aggressive, twitching tension in his shoulders melted away. His ears slowly pitched forward.

"You're the cheerleader," he murmured. His voice dropped an octave, the panicked snarl smoothing out into a heavy, resonant rumble. "The quiet one. The one they always leave behind."

"Yes," you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly. "Just...let me leave."

"No."

The word was soft, but it held all the weight of an anvil.

You opened your eyes. The violence in his expression was gone, replaced by something much worse. Anger would have been easier.

This…was hunger. The kind of look a starving man gives a feast.

He didn't pull his hand away from your throat, but his grip changed entirely. The fingers that had been ready to snap your neck relaxed, his thumb slowly starting to stroke away at the erratic pulse pounding in your jugular. The movement was so gentle, so sickeningly intimate, that it made your stomach feel like it was doing flips.

"I was going to break your jaw," he confessed, leaning in closer. His nose brushed against your temple, and he took a deep, shuddering inhale, burying his face in your hair. A low rumble started deep in his chest—a purr. 

"But you...you smell incredible. You're so small. You’re so scared, aren’t you? That’s cute…”

"Valko, stop," you breathed, trying to turn your head away, but he followed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. The deeply tender red flush on his cheeks said it all.

"Do you know how loud everything is?" he whispered, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine. "The stadium, the crowds, the smell of all those fucking people. It never stops. But right now...the only thing I can hear is your heartbeat…”

His heavy, furred tail, which had been thrashing angrily just moments ago, slowly curled around the back of your calves, a physical anchor tethering you to him. You jolted, and shuddered. It tickled just a bit.

"You're not going to tell anyone," Valko said, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. The golden glow in his irises was mesmerizing, pinning you in place just as effectively as his arm. "Because you're not going anywhere."

"You can't just—"

"I can," he interrupted, his voice thick with a dark, primal certainty. He leaned down, pressing his open mouth against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gasped as his sharp teeth scraped lightly over your skin, leaving a wet, possessive mark without having to break it and draw blood.

"I just did. You saw what I am. So that means you have to be mine.”

He pulled back, a terrifying, beautiful smile curving his lips as he looked down at his trembling prey. That cocky look on his face was familiar, but it was no longer the haughtiness of a guy who knew he was the best of the best, that so many looked up to him, that so many wanted to fuck him.

It was more the sick glee of a beast that had cornered the perfect prey.

"See you on Monday, sweetheart.”

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[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

May I request platonic yandere Ghost and Soap with a reader who tries to escape but realizes they miss ghost and soap and heads back.

Of course <33

Platonic Yandere John MacTavish and Simon Riley - Home

You had been held hostage by the two of them for months, you had honestly lost track of time. Escaping was your only goal, you would fight and kick, anything to get out of their clutches.

You thought that being free would feel invigorating, you thought that you would be happy. But after a couple of weeks of being free, the pit in your stomach got bigger and bigger.

You felt lonely, you felt alone. These feelings confused and frustrated you, you felt ashamed of yourself for missing the two men who kidnapped you.

You had Stockholm Syndrome, you couldn’t believe yourself.

This is how you found yourself on their doorstep again, all of the lights in the house were off, they were both asleep. You stare at the door, tears running down your face. Do you have enough courage to knock? Are you willing to let go of your dignity?

You raise your hand, but you don’t knock, you can’t. It’s too scary, would they lecture you? Would they be condescending about you coming back on your own? God, that’s your worst fear right now.

You decide to sit on the stairs and wait for them to come out and find you, that would be better than knocking on the door right now. The sun rises in a couple of hours, and Simon wakes up to go on a run every morning at five. He’ll find you.

The air is cold and slightly bone chilling, but you push through the discomfort as your tears drip down your face.

The sun comes faster than you would have wanted it too, the sun rising means that the confrontation is going to happen soon. Very soon. So soon in fact that you can hear Simon putting on his running shoes through the front door.

Your heart rate picks up, your hands start to shake, more tears run down your face. You hear the front door unlock. You hear it open, you’re too scared to even look at him. He’s staring right at you.

“Oh.” He mumbles, watching as you shiver from how hard you're trying to contain your tears. He puts down his water bottle, coming to sit beside you. He doesn’t touch you or speak, but he does look over you to make sure you aren’t hurt anywhere.

You can’t look at him, what if he starts talking about who stupid you were for running away only to come crawling back? He reaches out to you, pulling you against his side. His touch makes you uncomfortable, you don’t understand why you missed him so much. These conflicting emotions are messing with your head, making you confused.

Your lip quivers as all of these emotions swirl around inside of you, making it very hard not to cry. Simon still doesn’t say anything, knowing that him asking any questions might make you more upset.

“It’s ok.. let’s go inside..” he coaxed you with a quiet voice, his hand rubbing up and down your back as you struggled to hold in your tears.

“Ok..” your voice cracks with emotion, you feel like you can’t really say anything else.you use the back of your hand to wipe your tears away as he gets you to stand up, he gently pulls you inside the house and you break down.

You can’t believe that you're back here, you tried so hard to run away, was it all for nothing. Simon wraps you in a tight hug, it makes you feel slightly claustrophobic but you don’t push him away. Tears run hot down your face as you let out several heart shattering sobs.

The noise wakes up Johnny, who comes running downstairs, almost tripping over his sheets which are still wrapped around his leg. He is panicked, are you hurt? Are you ok?

“Oh god.. you’re back..” he murmurs, making his way to where you and Simon are. Simon lets go of you to let Johnny hug you, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.. I was looking for you. I was so worried..” one of his hands threads into your hair, pressing your head into his shoulder as you cry. He’s still clingy as usual, you hate how clingy he is. Then why did you miss him?

You sob harder, unable to pull away but wanting to desperately.

[ravenyibi]

[ravenyibi]

[leaderincrows]

He’s a bit hard to draw without being able to twirl him around in glint but I’m gonna do what my dick wants

[darume-art]

Puppy Valko and his greedy

[amethyst-ix]

Can cow Caleb breast feed me too 🤤

It must feel so delicious to be fought over by Caleb and Sylus like yes you can both put your titties in my mouth

Pookie you know the both of them will try to breastfeed you and fight over it

Next thing you know you have both tities in your mouth with milk spraying out of them

And bonus points that their milk is actually very healthy!

[calebunny]

♡ Tight fit ♡

LI:  Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, & Caleb Synopsis: The lads men lose their minds when they catch you wearing their clothes. Warnings/Tropes: Explicit, MDNI. Established Relationship, Size Difference, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Somnophilia (Xavier), Oviposition/Egg Insertion (Rafayel), Spitting (Zayne), Fingering, Degradation, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, & Rough Sex. (holy kink list-) WC: Roughly 800 words per LI. ♡ Bunny's Note: Since you guys loved the Sylus version so much, here is the rest of the boys! ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

Xavier Ი𐑼₊⊹

Xavier had just finished up with a mission, eager to head back to his sweet girl and sleep the exhaustion away. He walked into your apartment, the door clicking shut softly behind him as his eyes immediately landed on your figure. You were curled up on the sofa, looking like you had fallen asleep right in the middle of a show. The TV was still on, its changing lights illuminating the soft contours of your face and body. 

He stepped closer, intending to wake you up gently, when he realized what you were wearing. Clad in nothing but his white hoodie, there you were adorably snuggled up, the fabric big enough on your frame to act as a makeshift blanket. His heart melted at the sight, but a sudden, hot wave of possession curled low in his stomach right alongside it. 

He hadn't realized until this exact moment just how much he loved seeing you in his clothes. 

Crouching down to your level, he slowly slid his arms under you and lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. The sudden shift in position caused the hoodie to ride up your thigh just a little, exposing the lace of your underwear. Xavier’s eyes visibly dilated at the sight. 

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing tightly as he tried his absolute best to ignore the throb in his pants. Forcing himself to focus, he carried you down the short hallway into the bedroom so you could continue your rest comfortably. You shifted slightly in his hold as he carefully lowered you onto the mattress, but you didn't wake up. Xavier climbed in right next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him until your back was pressed perfectly against his chest. 

But the thick ache in his trousers wasn't getting any easier to ignore, and the temptation right in front of him was too much. Giving in, he let his hand roam. The hem of the hoodie was completely bunched up at your waist now, leaving your lower half bare. His palm slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the warm curve of your waist before moving upward until it rested over your breasts, which were rising and falling in perfect time with your breathing. He let himself gently caress you, his fingers squeezing the soft mounds and playfully flicking your nipples, remaining careful and quiet so he wouldn't disrupt your sleep. 

Eventually, though, his hand traveled lower, his fingertips ghosting over the flimsy lace right where your sweet cunt was hidden. He shouldn't.

You were sleeping so blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that you looked oh so fuckable in in his clothes. But as his fingers grazed over the fabric, they brushed against a wet spot.

Fuuuck He was going to anyway.

He pulled the flimsy cloth to the side, exposing your bare, flush folds to the cool air as he lightly rubbed you. Using two fingers to spread you open, he felt a fresh wave of your syrup leak over his knuckles. You wouldn't mind, would you? 

He dipped his digits entirely inside you, the sudden, slick stretch causing you to let out a soft, subconscious whimper in your sleep.

“You take me so well even in your sleep, my star,” he whispered as he curled his fingers just right, intentionally hooking against that sensitive upper wall, earning a tight, involuntary squeeze from your walls. 

“Aw, looks like she's answering for you instead.” He fingered you languidly for a while, content with the quiet, sleepy moans slipping past your lips and how incredibly receptive your pussy was for him even in your dreams. 

Eventually, the friction and the sound of your slick walls coating his fingers had him hard enough to be painful. Juust the tip, he told himself, as he lined up to your entrance and prodded his way inside. But your poor hole, despite all the lubrication, had a hard time accommodating to all his girth. The way your body clenched hard around him– almost pushing his cock right back out– made Xavier throw every last shred of his rationality right out the window. 

So the man gripped your hip tightly and slammed his hips forward, shoving his entire length all the way in.

And this was where you finally woke up. “HAH– Xavier??!”

“I'm sorry– ngh– I just couldn't help myself,” he gasped out, his eyes dark and totally blown out as he immediately started an unforgiving pace, holding you in place by your hips as he fucked you deep.

“Wait– t-too big!” you cried out, your hands blindly reaching back to find purchase on his arms.

But he was far, far gone. He leaned over you, biting and sucking hungrily on your shoulder, leaving dark marks and bruises where his hands were pinning you to the mattress.

“You can't complain now, starlight,” he groaned against your skin, his thrusts hitting your sweet spot with a relentless  rhythm. “It's almost like you did this on purpose. Wearing that... your pretty little pussy was practically begging to be filled.”

Zayne ❄︎⛄︎

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel, water droplets still trickling down your hair and shoulders. You made your way into the closet, intending to get dressed, when something caught your eye. There it was, Zayne’s favorite black shirt, neatly folded in one of the laundry baskets. Something about it was.. tempting. Zayne wore it practically all the time; you even suspected he owned multiple identical pairs. You wondered why he was so attached to it, so you figured you’d steal it for the day. 

The moment you slipped it on, all your questions were answered. The fabric was incredibly comfortable.  When zayne wore it, it looked like an exact fit, perhaps even tight around his broad shoulders. On you, however, unbuttoning just the top two buttons caused the collar to droop completely past your frame, revealing an expanse of skin and one bare shoulder, while the hem practically reached down to your knees. 

Content with how it smelled like him, you padded over to the kitchen to fix a snack for the two of you. You assumed he was still working in his study and planned to pull him away for a break, showing off your new outfit while you were at it. But it seemed he beat you to the punch. 

Zayne had just wandered into the living room, seeking a much-needed break from his desk. It just so happened that when he walked into the kitchen, he found you in a rather… interesting state.

You were tiptoeing to reach something on the top shelf, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up and expose the curve of your ass. A faint blush dusted the tips of Zayne's ears at the sight. Seeing you drowning in his shirt made him feel things he was unprepared for. Like he wanted to protect you from the world, yet devour you all the same. The rush of it all went straight down, a very obvious bulge now straining his pants. 

He closed the distance silently. He planted one hand firmly on your hip while his other hand came down to give your rear a firm, sudden squeeze. You squeaked at the contact.

“I see a little thief is on the loose” 

You were propped up securely on Zayne’s lap, your legs straddling his hips as you gripped his shoulders to keep your balance. The black shirt, now unbuttoned almost entirely down to your navel, bunched around your elbows, leaving your chest completely bare and your nipples peaking against the cool air of the room. 

His large hands anchored your hips, effortlessly lifting your weight up before pulling you right back down onto his fat cock. 

“zaynie..,” you whimpered, your walls clamping tight around the massive stretch of him, while the man in front of you looked utterly concentrated, his gaze fixed on the way you took him in. 

It seemed to just now click in his head that you were, in fact, much smaller than he is. Suddenly, all those initial times of intimacy, where you struggled and sobbed over his dick, made much more sense. Back then, he had just chalked it up to your inexperience, and also obviously that he wasn’t exactly a petite man. Yet for some odd reason, he hadn't realized the true extent of it. Until now, that is. 

He drew your hips up again, just to snap them right back down. “Such a good girl for me, working so hard to take my dick.”

He leaned over to grip your face, his other hand curling at the base of your skull. “You deserve a reward, don't you?” Your eyes had completely glazed over, and you nodded your head frantically. “Stick your tongue out, darling,” he prompted, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. You obeyed without missing a beat.

And he spat right in your mouth. “Swallow.”

The contact made you tip over the edge instantly, his taste making your pussy spasm uncontrollably, yet you tried to focus and do as he said. You swallowed dutifully with an audible gulp, showing him the evidence by sticking your tongue out once more.

Zayne smiled, thoroughly satisfied by your obedience, and he caught you in a wet kiss, sucking on your exposed tongue, his own soon joining in.

He loved the way you molded to him and his cock.

Rafayel ｡˚○ ⚓︎

It was three days to Ebb Day, and this came with the severe consequence of you being utterly tied to your lover, rafayel. 

He had wanted to hide away at first, just like he did every single year, terrified that he would be too rough, too intense, and simply too much for you to handle. But after a whole shitload of convincing and a few heated preliminary rounds in the initial days leading up to it, Rafayel had finally agreed to let you stay with him through this. 

You had just finished yet another grueling session with him in the shower. Knowing he wanted to enjoy the coolness of the water for a while longer, you stepped out early, craving some much-needed rest and a brief moment of alone time before your needy boyfriend came back begging to fill you up yet again. 

After getting dressed, a violent shiver ran through your body. The flimsy material of your t-shirt and shorts did absolutely nothing to spare you from the freezing temperatures Rafayel had set his home to, a desperate counter-measure for how much he was constantly burning up. In hindsight, you really should have brought warmer clothes. 

Not thinking twice, you reached over and stole Rafayel's cardigan, which was draped haphazardly over a nearby chair. The material was thick enough and big enough on your frame for you to completely wrap yourself up in it, a little consolation against the biting chill. Wrapped tightly in his scent, you relaxed onto his sofa, playing some random TV show as you zoned out. 

After an hour or so, Rafayel finally walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a low-hanging towel draped around his lean waist, immediately seeking out your whereabouts. When he did eventually find you, lazing over in the living room, all his instincts flared up into overdrive the second he saw what you were wearing. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.

He closed the distance instantly. Noticing his sudden presence, you looked up and chirped, “oh hey! How was your showe—” He didn't even let you finish your sentence. Rafayel pinned you flat against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered on top of you.

“I must say, very brave of you to wear that in my current condition, Miss bodyguard.”

Rafayel was rutting into you at an intense pace, already at it for hours since he stepped out of the shower, his stamina seeming to be completely bottomless. He had you pinned helplessly beneath him in an obscene mating press, your lower half spread out completely as he relentlessly used your already spent, aching hole. 

“You humans... so fragile, so small,” he hissed out almost wondrously, his voice a breathless purr as he watched the friction of his movements. “Yet you can still keep up with me, cutie.” 

You weren't even sure what he was talking about, because in your own head, you could barely keep up at all. All you could do was lay limp and twitching while his hands moved you into whatever positions he wanted you to be in. 

But this time, rafayel had other plans with you, mind filling with all sorts of filthy thoughts, especially those involving how your little body would bulge out with all the eggs he was going to put inside you. 

Without a single word of warning, he pinned your thighs deeper into your own chest, forcing your knees up on either side of your face before he suddenly stilled. Pulled out of your dazed state by the abrupt pause, you looked up at him confusedly, opening your mouth to speak before the words dissolved into a half scream, half moan.

“AHH– raf why is it– ack!” you were unable to move under his tight hold, “why is it growing??!!!”

“Shh– it's okay, cutie. c’mon... I know you can take it,” he cooed softly. He reached up, stroking your flushed cheek with a gentleness that felt entirely contrasting to how harshly his thick dick was stretching you out, practically breaking you.

Right as you thought you couldn't take any more, he stretched out fully, his tip slipping into place against your sensitive cervix as a singular egg intruded its way deep inside you. The round, distinct outline became instantly visible through your skin, your lower belly visibly bulging outward to accommodate everything being stuffed into your womb. 

“Raf- hah-” your nails dug harshly into his shoulders, not realising you were drawing blood. Yet the dazed lemurian was too lost in his own greed, warm hand sliding down to caress over where the egg perfectly slotted inside you.

His eyes darted back to your face, pupils blown out to the point where he looked insane.

“Can I do that again? Pretty please?”

Caleb ૮･ﻌ･ა ⌯⌲

You just reached back home after dropping a book off at your friend’s house, walking through the front door and slipping off your shoes. Passing by the living room, you saw Josephine still watching TV, exactly as you’d left her. You quickly ran up the stairs, eager to finally snuggle back into your blankets. 

But walking into your room, you were instead met with Caleb sitting on the edge of your bed. His hands were folded, a deep scowl etched onto his face— yet it flickered into something different for a fraction of a second when he looked up at you. . 

Earlier that day, he had just gotten done after hours of brutal studying, so naturally he went looking for you. But when he asked Josephine, he was met with the fact that you had gone over to a friend’s house to drop something off. Specifically, the one guy Caleb already had a faint idea was interested in you.

Caleb was seething about it too, planning all sorts of endings for the guy, and more importantly, all the ways he was gonna thoroughly discipline you before you ever thought about going to another man’s house again. 

Yet when you walked in, seeing what you were wearing, his anger seemed to melt off just a little. You were wearing your usual jean shorts and a t-shirt, but those were unimportant. What really caught his eye was the fact that you were wearing his D.A.A. jacket. 

“Oh caleb! Wat’cha doin’ here”, you asked, flashing him a confused smile. 

Caleb tilted his head, his frustrated expression melting into a slow, cocky smirk. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought. Sure, you had stolen his clothes before, and Caleb absolutely loved it when you did– doting on how cute and small you looked in them, sometimes even not-so-subtly encouraging you to wear them despite all your own clothes being clean and ready in your closet. 

Oh but this time, it was something about owning you, he thought. Something about his claim on you being visible in front of everyone, especially the men who thought they actually stood a chance with you. 

He definitely wasn't mad anymore, but the painful wedge in his pants wasn't gonna let him drop what he had planned. 

Your back was pressed hard against his chest, your thighs spread completely apart to the cold air of the room, entirely naked except for his jacket slipping off your shoulders. 

Your vision was blurring, heavy tears forming from his deft fingers working at your sex. His two middle fingers were pumping relentlessly in and out of you, drawing out slick, soaking sounds and ragged whimpers from your mouth, which were muffled by his other hand tightly clamped over your lips. 

“Shh, don't be loud now, pipsqueak. Don’t want grammy to hear us, do we?” He murmured, accompanying the words by curling his middle finger against that one spongy spot, pressing and rubbing it until you drooled helplessly against his palm and curled your toes hard against the sheets. 

You could practically hear the smirk framing his face right now, mocking you as he intentionally did everything that was going against you being able to be quiet. 

Your hand, which had been weakly gripping his wrist over your face, tapped against his skin, prompting him to take it off so you could finally speak.

“aah– Caleb, I can't anymore! I want your–”

“My cock?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his fingers shifted inside you to hit that exact spot again. “Nah. You don't just get to run off to another man's house and come back expecting a reward. You’ll get it when I say you’ll get it.” 

You squirmed desperately against his tight grip. “It's not– it's not like that.” You could barely keep your thoughts straight; Caleb sounded entirely too casual for a man who was currently knuckles deep inside you. 

“Plus, I doubt you can handle more. Look at you, struggling already.” He used his free hand to tilt your head down, forcing you to look at the filthy scene of your own hole stretching around just two of his thick fingers, your slick release dripping down onto the mattress. 

You clamped down hard on his hand at the sight, yet you were completely insatiable, eager to feel him inside you instead.

“But noo– ” Caleb immediately pulled his fingers out of your cunt, a loud, wet squelch following the action before he stuffed them straight into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Tch. You talk too much,” he purred, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you instinctively sucked on his wet digits. “Shut up and behave, and I might consider indulging you.”

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[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

Gawwwdddd!! 🫦🫦🫦

[purrtoru]

valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡

he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.

he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“valko..?”

he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.

“…are you listening?” you try again.

he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.

“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.

but you lying in bed is always his favorite.

he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.

his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.

“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.

you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.

behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.

“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.

the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.

“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.

his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.

“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”

he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.

a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.

“what was that?” you ask.

“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”

you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.

“then i guess i don’t mind.”

his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.

bring him back NOW >:(

[hwangintakswifey]

Valko, you don't deserve this

Artist credit: Yookes_ (@Yookes_). On X