Hey if you’re looking for a LADS server to join I can’t recommend Valko’s Wolfpack
I used to be a mod and between the absolute fucking disaster that was the moderation (inconsistency, no communication with members, constantly changing rules) the server owner is now currently mad because another (now former) mod isn’t shutting down a fundraiser for SICK KIDS and refunding $1.5k just so that she (the owner) can remake the fundraiser in her own name so she gets all the credit
Shits bonkers man
Reddit thread featuring the OG fundraiser
And a link to the fundraiser if you’re willing/able to donate
Edit: bad wording. Don’t join this server. It’s a dumpster fire.
As someone who was a member here I also wouldn’t recommend valkos Wolfpack as I and some others were banned.
The person who asked a mod for the reasoning behind the ban also got banned for simply asking for the reason.
Also on 7/21/26 around 10am-11am eastern standpoint time a member was in a vc streaming when a couple mods joined and started actively complaining about tickets they were receiving and even though names weren’t specifically said id like to imagine that it would’ve been awkward to hear about your own ticket out loud and mods complain about it.
The owner and some mods have also been racist and even banned the word racist and act as if the word is bad to say within the server.
^^^ I'm quite literally in these screenshots. I've apologized not only to the above individual for my part in the server but also the other individuals who've been wrongfully banned. (I've expressed I don't want my name blurred out, we're all in communication now) the only truly innocent mod in all this is Tomoe.
Hey if you’re looking for a LADS server to join I can’t recommend Valko’s Wolfpack
I used to be a mod and between the absolute fucking disaster that was the moderation (inconsistency, no communication with members, constantly changing rules) the server owner is now currently mad because another (now former) mod isn’t shutting down a fundraiser for SICK KIDS and refunding $1.5k just so that she (the owner) can remake the fundraiser in her own name so she gets all the credit
Shits bonkers man
Reddit thread featuring the OG fundraiser
And a link to the fundraiser if you’re willing/able to donate
Edit: bad wording. Don’t join this server. It’s a dumpster fire.
Summary: Faced with a...unique problem, Sylus is willing to lend a hand.
A/N: Me: "I'm a serious writer who writes serious things." Also me: *writes this* Happy New Year, fellow freaks <3
Tags: chest expansion, lactation, body changes, fingering, nipple sucking, wet and messy, Sylus having the best day ever while Zayne has the weirdest day ever
Please feel free to leave me a tip on Ko-Fi! Always appreciated, never an obligation if you're just here to enjoy the show. <3
Zayne stared into the mirror, a look that blended horror with sick fascination etched on his face. His chest was definitely bigger. He gripped the countertop in the bathroom as if to anchor himself. With every move he made, his nipples brushed against his white button down shirt and the friction sent shivers down his spine. A vest had been out of the question; he was too sensitive, his nipples too sore for the pressure. His breath caught in his throat as the material in his shirt shifted under the bright lights of the bathroom in the master bedroom. It was happening again.
Zayne watched in helpless silence as this pecs swelled just a little more. The soreness gave way to a heaviness unfamiliar to him, and the friction against his nipples grew. Zayne shuddered. Even worse, he was painfully hard, cock straining against his slacks.
“Zayne? You’ve been in there for a half hour, what’s wrong?” Sylus called from the bedroom.
“Nothing, I’m fine!” Zayne called back a little too quickly. He could picture Sylus’ expression from here; apprehensive and with a slight frown.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me what’s going on.” Sylus demanded. Zayne squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his voice through the incredible arousal that made his cheeks go scarlet and his mind loop in a haze.
Just as Zayne tried to come up with an excuse, he felt another swell at his pecs and clapped a hand over his mouth. Two wet spots bloomed under the white fabric of his shirt right above his nipples. He was leaking. His cock twitched, and the involuntary moan that broke out of his throat couldn’t hope to be stifled behind his hand. His eyes rolled back, and he barely heard Sylus charging right through the closed door to see what was happening to him.
Sylus walked to the sink and his own eyes went wide with what he saw in the mirror. Zayne hunched his shoulders, half in a feeble attempt to hide from Sylus’ sight and half to double over from how staggeringly aroused he was. Sylus swallowed, eyes drifting from his ruined shirt all the way down to the bulge in his pants. A smirk found its way to his face.
He closed the distance between Zayne and himself and crowded his space, pressing his chest into Zayne’s back and felt him shiver when he smoothed a hand over his waist. He leaned forward to speak softly in Zayne’s ear, running soft circles into his hip as his tits continued to leak.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the argument you had with the milk man this morning, would it?” Sylus teased. His eyes flicked to the mirror to watch Zayne grit his teeth in a scowl.
“This is the second time in a year they’ve raised their prices, my concerns were valid.” he hissed. Sylus nodded and his voice was mocking.
“Of course…how did that work out for you?” he asked with a sharp smile. Zayne groaned as Sylus pulled his button up shirt out of his pants and began to undo the buttons one by one.
“Did you come in here to mock me or to help me?” Zayne said, making eye contact in the mirror. Sylus shrugged as he worked on the buttons above his chest.
“That depends on you. Do you need my help?” Sylus crooned. Zayne made a frustrated noise as Sylus’ removed his hands from Zayne’s shirt. Zayne gripped the counter top with renewed vigor.
“Obviously.”
Sylus chuckled, and opened Zayne’s shirt, letting it fall down his shoulders and onto the floor. Sylus let out a slow breath as his own cock pulsed. Zayne’s chest was swollen, pecs softer and round enough to cup in Sylus’ hand. His nipples were puffy, a darker pink than they typically were and shiny with a few droplets of milk already. Zayne gasped softly when the cool air around them hit his exposed chest, and reached for Sylus’ hand to gently guide it to one of his milk-heavy tits.
Sylus vaguely thought of drawing this out a bit longer, but seeing Zayne messy and desperate made his mouth water. He applied gentle pressure and the sound they both made was filthy. Zayne keened as the deep ache let up under Sylus hand, and a stream of milk leaked down his torso. Sylus wanted more, and raised his free hand to grip the other pec, massaging and squeezing softly while Zayne moaned under his touch.
Sylus craned his head to lick at Zayne’s neck, stealing glances to the mirror as Zayne gave into the sweet release of pressure in his chest. His abs were glistening, and the counter was only getting messier. Sylus shuddered. It seemed like such a waste. Suddenly he pulled away, and Zayne made a strangled noise to object but Sylus merely tilted his head towards the bedroom and began to unbuckle his own belt as he walked away.
Zayne followed suit and removed his shoes and pants with purpose, reaching for Sylus to pull him into a desperate kiss. His body felt flushed, sticky from the milk dripping down his front, and his chest was so pronounced now that he felt his pecs flatten as he pulled Sylus closer and closer to him. Sylus swiped his tongue over Zayne’s bottom lip, backing him up to the bed they shared and gently guiding him down to the pillows to prop himself up.
Sylus took only a moment to appreciate Zayne splayed out for him, wet and desperate while his cock strained for relief. Sylus wasted no time pulling out a bottle of lube to slick his fingers and gently began to work Zayne open with one hand while the other worked on one of his tits, massaging and squeezing while Zayne arched and squirmed beneath him. He stared at the other pec, swollen and sore, and dipped his head to Zayne’s chest to get a taste.
The taste was more than Sylus could have hoped for; slightly sweet, creamy flavors burst on his tongue and Sylus felt his eyes roll back as he applied pressure with his lips and tongue. Above him Zayne cried out, body seizing and he came hard over his own abs. The combined feeling of relief, the slick heat of Sylus’ mouth, long fingers brushing against a sensitive spot deep inside of him.
Zayne wound his fingers in Sylus’ hair as he continued to suck and lick at his sensitive skin. His cock pulsed, and he could have cum from the taste of Zayne alone. He popped off of Zayne’s nipple, catching a drop at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
“I hope you’re prepared, because I am far from done with you.” Sylus promised with a feral expression in his eyes.
Zayne was shaking, far beyond words. The only response he could muster was guiding Sylus’ head to his other nipple. Sylus latched on with a moan, and Zayne could feel himself already getting hard again under the feeling of Sylus’ tongue coaxing another stream of milk from his aching tit. Maybe pissing off the delivery man hadn’t been the worst choice after all.
The sight above you is quite… unbelievable. Though, you’re a little too lost in pleasure to really admire how they look. The black leather of Zayne’s belt stands out boldly in contrast to Valko’s warm skin.
The make shift collar should be restricting, suffocating even. But Valko only seems fueled by the feeling of being under the doctor’s strict control. “Remind me…?”
It wasn’t smart, it was genuine. You could see by the look in his golden eyes. Your fingers dig into your palms, aching to hold his face, but his hands are pinning your wrists down to the mattress.
A sharp click of Zayne’s tongue sends a whole new wave of heat through your body, whimpering as Valko’s hips stutter in their pace.
The very pace that Zayne so thoroughly instructed him on, slow yet steady. Not slow enough to hurt, given his girth, the stretch was enough to have your teeth clenching if he thrusted too leisurely.
“No marking her, dog. Your teeth stay here.” You watch Zayne’s free hand come around to grab Valko’s chin, one finger hooking in his cheek and pulling. Revealing the sharp canines that are all too eager to bestow you with the fated bond mark.
To make you his mate, to drive Zayne absolutely wild and make you Valko’s one and only.
“Got it this time?” Zayne releases his cheek with a slick pop, his other hand still gripping the makeshift belt-collar with a white knuckle grip.
“Y-yeah, doc.”
“Good dog.”
The pleasure between your thighs is steadily building, every sinful drag of Valko’s cock as your head reeling. “You still with us, princess?” He’s panting, pupils blown wide and nose visibly twitching as he inhales every bit of your intoxicating scent.
“You’re being such a good girl for us, my love.” Zayne adds behind him, peering over the broad expanse of Valko’s frame to smile down at you. The rosy hues covering his cheekbones as you clenching.
“Oh shit…!” Valko shudders, head falling forward but getting restricted by Zayne’s grip. The sound is a choked gasp, nearly a gurgle as his cock pulses between your fluttering walls. “D-don’t… you can’t look at her like th-that it makes her all tight…”
“Keep moving, dog. Don’t let her lose her orgasm.”
Zayne’s knee comes up, pressing into the muscles of Valko’s ass and forcing him to bottom out into you. The guttural sounds that escape both of you has his cock standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum as Valko audibly pants and tugs at the collar.
Without clear instruction, Valko begins taking the reins with slight hesitation. “Val, please…” you manage to gasp out, eyes watering as you struggle against the death grip on your wrists.
That alone seems to be enough, though you’d wager that Zayne’s silence is all the confirmation the wolf needs before truly pouncing.
Valko’s hips drive into you with new vigor, still mildly held back by Zayne’s grip, but still. Your breasts bounce embarrassingly hard, your eyes screwing shut as you’re unable to swallow any of the noises slipping past your slackening jaw. “Atta boy, fuck her good.”
Zayne’s words send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm unexpectedly slams into you. Stars explode through your vision, so lost in the moment that you barely register the painful swelling between your spread thighs.
By the time Zayne processes what is happening, it’s already too late. He yanks the collar, whipping Valko’s head back until it hits his shoulder. “What are you doing?” There is an icy edge to his tone, one that mildly sobers you up. Valko, however, looks blissed out.
“You said no marking, but you didn’t say I couldn’t knot her, doc.”
I hope this doesn’t suck… I hope I actually cooked… I’ll tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in the comments :3 - Soul
abstract: your boyfriend just does things that makes your heart flutter and your panties dampen <3
ft. rafayel, sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb
cw: insp by the tiktok trend ; fluff + smut; body worship, somno, riding, fingering | [implied short reader with caleb + chubby reader w/ rafayel; implied yandere! caleb] - unedited <3
⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel qi ; the way he’s so clingy
whenever rafayel manages to get some time with you, of course he's going to be clingy. his arms are going to be glued around your plush tummy for the whole time he's lounging around with you. his head resting on your shoulder while doing any task with you in front of him. even when he paints, he'd have you sitting between his legs or on his lap, one hand caressing and rubbing circles on your love handles or plush thighs, while the other focuses on the canvas in front of him.
but of course, his clinginess isn't only limited outside the bedroom. and that alone, gets you so turned on.
"shh, don't run away. stay w'me..." he'd whine, an arm wrapped around your tummy and only tightening the more you arched your back away from him. it was tortuous—absolutely insane. normally, he'd be sassy with it, still having a little bit of a joking tone, but when he's fucking you, holding your leg up while he bullies his cock inside you from the side, he turns so needy and clingy, and you fucking love it.
"so pretty... so gorgeous... c'mon, i like it when you're close to me..."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sylus qin ; the way he moves you gently by your waist
even though you're at a stage in your relationship where you're comfortable with everything sylus does, you still find your heart beat faster every time sylus gently moves you by your waist to get you out of his way.
"move, sweetheart." he'd speak so smoothly while he just moves you so gently, so . of course you'd be acting all shy and flustered. but oh, even when you two have sex, his touches just hold so much weight.
he’d be sitting on one of his elaborate chairs, with you propped up on his lap grinding against his cock before he could ever be inside you. then, even when you try to sink down on him, sylus would have his hands on your hips, slowly pushing you down and helping while you cried out.
“don’t cry, pretty girl. shhh, don’t cry…” you’d be clinging onto him, arms wrapped around him while you could feel him fill you up—and not even being able to take all of him. you would be struggling, but of course, he’d help you. he'd angle his own hips, slightly slouch while keeping the hold on you firm while slowly slamming you onto him. and then when you choose to move your hips all sensually in figure-8s, his light touches would continue and he would rub circles on your skin—a contrast to how he'd move you.
"shit...yeah, sweetheart. keep moving those hips like that."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ zayne li ; the way he lifts his sleeves up + holds eye contact
you know that zayne gets busy as a doctor. but you can't help but just stare at he way he lifts his sleeves up whenever he has a demanding task. you really can't help but stare at the way his arms. the way that the veins on his forearms would be more evident every time he flexed without even knowing how that affected you.
"you know, some people try to be more subtle when they stare." he’d say something like that, because of course zayne pays attention to how you’d stare. he'd notice how you'd look away or how your expression would falter every time he held eye contact with you. you just got flustered over everything.
oh and it's especially even hotter when he enacts on his observations.
"so impatient for me, aren't you?"
he’d roll up his sleeves, crouching down while you’d sit on his desk, panties pulled down while he played with your pussy. he would be rubbing on your clit with one hand and thrusting his pretty fingers with the other; a slightly flustered expression would grace his face. but god, every time he did so, every time he would do that, he would look up at you and hold eye contact, wanting to see your cute little reactions as he ruined you on his desk.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ xavier shen ; the way his voice gets when he wakes up
there's something about the way that xavier's voice gets every time he wakes up beside you. maybe it's the way that it's much quieter and deeper than usual, or that hot vocal fry that adds onto his usually meek voice. he can get quite clingy, especially in the morning, but the way he says things when he barely wakes up—the way he speaks so gently, makes you so flustered.
"shh... just 3 more minutes. let me just hold you for a bit more." he'd snuggle up against you, muttering some weak pleas on how he doesn't want to get out of this position with you just yet. and same thing for morning sex…
“don’t wanna get out of this position…” he’d have you in pronebone, with his arms caging you and yours wrapped around his neck while he’d slowly fuck you, his body and weight pressed against you. the both of you would still be half asleep, clinging onto each other under the covers.
maybe if you were in a hurry, you’d yelp a little ‘we have to get up!’, but your pleas would fall upon deaf ears.
“mmm..not yet.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ caleb xia ; the way he would condescendingly tease you
the nickname he's implaced upon you being 'pipsqueak' is teasing and condescending enough, but sometimes when he's feeling really sassy, caleb just keeps going with that. it's bad enough that he's taller than you, but he would just crouch down—a smile etched on his face and speak with a tone that was laced with playful malice.
"mhm? yeah? how nice." and of course, even with that dark tone and accompanying mocking smile, your heart just does a little leap in your chest; you can't help it, despite him doing so just to mess with you. something is too high up? he'd mess with you with a 'awh, can't reach up and get it?'
but when you have sex, that condescending tone gets worse; his teasing overall gets worse. "awh, pips. can't take it, huh? c'mon sweet girl... you can do it, can't you?"
even in the most basic position like missionary, it's hard to get away from whatever remarks he might make, but regardless, it was still hot. just the way he would slam into you, pressing your tummy bulge hard with his free hand while he held your hand with his other, tangling your fingers together.
oh god... he was mean. you would be crying and he’d have such a dark look on his face, relishing in the fact that he’s the only one to have you like this.
because he knows damn well you like that.
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a/n: first lads post ever... what do we think...? (i'm so fucking scared i'm a baby lads fan i'm not that seasoned yet...)
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
i had suchhhh a fun time writing xavier. i hope yall enjoy this one as much as i do!
Xavier is a man who prioritizes his rest. The man heard the phrase “beauty sleep” and took it SERIOUSLY. It’s not uncommon for him to take a long nap after missions, after dates, after meals, even. You, on the other hand, sit awake while Xavier sleeps. For the most part it’s fine; you’ll take the time to do chores or work on your hobbies. However, there are some times where he’s fallen asleep and left you needy for him. It’s not like Xavier does this on purpose. He just genuinely cannot help how sleepy he gets. Because of this, he consented to you touching him, fucking him, whatever you wanted to do while he was asleep. Even with his consent, you didn’t make a habit of it. There’s been a couple times where you’ve given him a handjob while he was asleep, or even grinded on him, but nothing farther than that. Even with his consent it just felt a little odd to get used to.
Today is the first time you’ve ever really thought about riding him while he’s sleeping. You try touching yourself with your fingers, your toys… You even try the boyfriend asmr/toy combo. Nothing is working, and nothing feels nearly as good as Xavier does.
You walk into your shared room and take a moment to just stare at Xavier. He’s lying on his back, one hand up and behind his head, the other at his side. His shirt lifted just enough to see a peek of his abs. He looks so fucking hot right now, it’s unfair. You climb onto the bed and crawl next to him. Your hand reaches out to trace the area that is exposed by the lifted tee shirt. Xavier’s abs tense up as he shivers. Your fingers continue to trace his waist, a finger slipping under the waistband of his sweats every so often. You see his dick twitch through the fabric. Feeling emboldened, you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his dick. It’s half-hard, but holy fuck he is still huge.
Sliding off your own underwear, you swing one leg over Xavier to straddle him. Your hips start to move, grinding against his hardening cock. You bite your lip to keep from moaning – wouldn’t want to wake him up, now. Once you’ve decided you can’t take the self-inflicted teasing anymore, you lift your hips, reaching a hand under you to line him up at your entrance. The feeling of his thick tip at your hole has you clenching around nothing, eager to take him fully. You slowly sink down onto him, not stopping until you are fully seated. He’s fully hard now, stretching you open. You take a few deep breaths to relax before you slowly raise your hips.
A moan escapes Xavier’s mouth, making you freeze. You’re fully prepared to jump off of him if he wakes up and objects to your advances, but he stays asleep. After confirming that he is, in fact, still asleep, you sink your hips down onto him. He’s filling you completely, and it feels fucking divine. Your hips pick up speed as you throw your head back, overcome with pleasure. You nearly have a heart attack when you feel a hand grip your hip.
“What the FUCK, Xavier?!” You yell, ceasing your movements.
“Fuck, Y/N, please don’t stop. This is the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.” Xavier groans. His hand nudges you, trying to get you to move again.
You nod, now moving your hips in a grinding motion. The new feeling has you moaning and planting your hands on Xavier’s chest. His hands are glued to your waist as he showers you with praise.
“You just couldn’t wait, huh? Needed to have me right now? Such a sweet, dirty thing, using me to get off.”
Every word he says causes your walls to tighten around him, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. He’s definitely close, the way he’s twitching inside you a telltale sign.
“I’m- fuck, I’m coming.” Xavier grunts, body stilling as he releases inside you.
You keep moving, determined to finish with him. Xavier’s hands reach up to your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples. The added stimulation is exactly what you need to finish with him. Your entire body shakes.
Xavier pulls you down to him, laying you on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair; he’s the self-proclaimed king of aftercare. Your eyes drift shut, and before you succumb to sleep, you swear you heard Xavier speak.
"Quiet." Valko clamps a hand over your mouth as he ruts into you, and you bite down on his fingers to muffle the moans spilling from your lips.
It was a mistake to cling to him like that during a family reunion, you knew, but ovulation and having him so near was a potent combination. Now here you were, locked in one of the bedrooms at his auntie's place, the noise of the party downstairs reminding you not to make a sound.
He hisses as you ease up, your teeth leaving behind marks on his hand that only make him more feral. He pushes you into the mattress and you sigh into the comforter as he slides his monstrous cock along your slick walls.
"Couldn't help yourself huh bunny?" he purrs smugly into your ear, smoothly grabbing your hands and pinning them against the bed as his hips meet your ass. You squirm and whimper in protest but your traitorous pussy only sucks him in deeper, the crude wet noises echoing quietly off the walls.
"Look at you so wet and eager for my knot." Sensing you're about to cuss at him, he nuzzles the back of your neck, licking the shell of your ear and offering you his thumb, which you suck obediently.
"It's ok. Horny and drippy bunnies shouldn't socialize," he teases.
Your mind fractures as he does those nice, delicious, deep strokes, the curve in his length brushing your gspot just right.
"Don't think," he breathes wickedly into your ear. "The family will be thrilled to have more pups around. Even if they were conceived right here in auntie's house."
You flush, hot shame filling your belly but you're trapped underneath him, his movements growing sloppy as he nears his climax.
"That's it little bunny. Getting bred so sweetly, so happy to carry my pups." He grunts harshly as he finishes, warm seed spilling into your spasming channel, burying himself to the hilt as he swells, knotting you completely until you're panting from the stretch.
"Perfect little mate." He bites your shoulder tenderly. "Gonna look so good knocked up with my pups."
── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation, scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie
𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.
He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.
𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.
He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.
𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.
You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.
𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.
He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.
𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.
Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.
