synopsis: God, I love the way you look at me
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: pure fluff <33
Zayne - pick me up, walk me home
"Funny seeing you here."
Zayne glances up from his book, a ghost of a smile on his face at your teasing words. Of course, he often sat on this bench in front of your office, waiting to walk with you.
"A welcome surprise, I hope." He stands, stretching his neck a bit. He's still dressed in his work clothes, and you know your shifts don't line up perfectly, that he'd sacrificed time he could have spent resting to pick you up.
But like always, he doesn't voice a single complaint.
"Did you have a good day?" He slips your bag from your shoulder as he asks, carrying it with him instead. You hum, looping your arm around his.
"I did. It was pretty boring but...not too bad. I missed you though. I hope you aren't too tired."
"Not at all. If you'd like, the bakery down the street is open. Do you want something?" His pace has slowed a bit, as if he knows your exhaustion is kicking in.
"Maybe next time. I just want to take a nice hot bath and go to sleep."
"What about dinner?" Always the practical thinker. You hum as you debate the contents of the fridge, and what will take the least effort.
"Nevermind that, I'll take care of while you're in the bath. Perhaps we'll eat in bed tonight...just this once, of course." He smiles at you as if the two of you are partaking in some grand act of rebellion. You press a kiss to his lips, relishing in his confused yet satisfied blinks.
"Well then, we better hurry on home!"
Valko - would you sit and keep me company?
"Will you sit with me?"
Valko pauses whatever he's typing, glancing over at you with an amused smile. You almost expect him to comment, to tease you a little, but he simply shuts his laptop.
"Of course." Despite his sharp canines, his smile is soft, settling next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you. His body is warm, and just the weight of his arm calms you.
"Good?" He whispers, as if not to disturb your peace. You hum, not quite in the mood for speaking.
His face buries into your shoulder, tugging you a little closer. You sink into it, instantly relaxing once his cologne envelops you. Valko had a way of doing that, of making you feel so comfortable, so yourself.
"I love you." You murmur quietly. It's not the first time you've said it, but he always smiles like it is.
"I love you too." He presses kisses all over your face, until you break out into laughter and find yourself tumbling to the floor, Valko underneath you.
"Any particular reason tonight? Do I look strikingly handsome today?" His teasing tone carries a hint of genuine curiosity. You're quiet for a while, adjusting his glasses so they don't sit crooked on his nose.
"I just...love being around you. Is that so wrong?" Your smile probably doesn't come off very carefree, hence why his face softens and his arms tighten around you.
"I love being around you too." He rests his cheek on the top of your head, squeezing you twice as if to really solidify his sincerity.
"Do you think we could just...spend the rest of the night like this?"
"I don't see why not! But...can I grab some chocolate milk first?"
Sylus - i'm not scared, I just reach and you’re right there
Your eyes fly open, heart seized in a panic. Blood is rushing through your ears, but everything slows down the moment your hand finds a warm arm.
Sylus is asleep, but he stirs almost immediately at your movements. He catches your hand, squeezing it gently.
"Everything alright?" His voice is husky from sleep, though no less caring. Your anxiety loosens as you lay back down, sinking into his hold.
"It was just a nightmare." You whisper. Sylus hums in response, his arms tight around you.
"Want to talk about it?" He pulls back to study your face, as if to make sure you aren't hiding how you truly feel. When you smile a little at his inquisitive gaze, he smirks, taking the opportunity to bite the tip of your nose.
"Ow! What was that for?" You swat at him, laughing as you rub your nose despite the fact it doesn't really hurt.
"I enjoy taking bites out of you, didn't you know?" He kisses your nose in a mock apology, really just an excuse to get closer to you.
"Are you feeling better?"
Sylus can read you like a book. Despite what seemed like an attempt to change the subject, you know it was a ploy to make you smile. Now, in the lighter air, he checks in.
"Mhm. I don't normally have nightmares. Well, not when I'm here at least."
"And why is that?" He's genuinely asking, which makes you smile. Such a smart man, and yet your feelings sometimes slip through his fingers.
"Because I'm with you. And I know that nothing can hurt me if I have you by my side."
He doesn't say anything after that. He doesn't need to. He just kisses you softly and holds you closer, until you drift off into a dreamless sleep.
mmm... thinking about waking up with valko particularly in the fall or winter time when the tip of his nose gets a little cold from the crisp air hanging about in your shared room. how you feel the warmth of him on your back as he has his arms wrapped around you and his legs tangled between your own. thank god it's a saturday and you have nothing planned so you're able to take all the time in the world. it's just about dawn, when the darkness of the night turns into the blue hues of the morning. valko has always been an early riser, always going out for a jog or doing some light work before crawling back into bed just in time for you to wake up.
but today was different. he didn't want to leave the coziness of your shared bed or wake you from your slumber as you so conveniently were cuddling his forearm like a plushie. his large hand cradled your head with your cheek nuzzled right into the palm. he slowly raised himself up onto his elbow not to disturb you to get a clearer view of your sleeping face. he mapped out every curve and counted every little eyelash you had like his life deepened on it. he could only chuckle knowing that if you caught him staring that you would try and hide away, but he loved seeing you like this. no makeup, no walls, no shying away.. just raw unfiltered you.
he gently caressed your arm, rubbing his thumb up and down, reveling in the way your skin felt against his. valko couldn't help but feel enamored by you, your beauty, your grace.. by it all. he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your shoulder. he closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. your scent filled his scenes, it was a mix of your lotion, the laundry detergent, your shampoo, your sweat, your warmth, your being.. it was his home.
he further leaned down to give your cheek a kiss, the cold tip of his nose pressing into the skin. you couldn't help but smile feeling the little tingling sensation it gave you. he knew you loved when he kissed you with a cold nose-- something about the way his skin felt on yours always gave you butterflies in your stomach.
sensing your cognizance, he continued to lay small lazy pecks on your cheek. you stirred ever so slightly, nuzzling even deeper into his palm before reaching up and giving the scruff on the back of his neck a little scratch. he smiled into your cheek followed by a groan laced with slumber that sounded like music to your ears. you could barely form a sentence, your vocal chords not primed for speaking.
"..f..ve mints.." you only pulled him closer by his neck.
he happily obliged, snaking his hand under your shirt and around your waist, before pulling you back into him. he nuzzles his cheek against your head, placing more kisses along your temple.
"take all the time you need honey bunches, i'm all yours..."
Some places where I think you and Valko would crack
⟢ On a balcony that faces the woods at night. While Valko rams into you from behind, you cling onto the rails as Valko leans down from behind to whisper how this is a view that can never be compared to.
⟢ On the long boardroom table in one of his meeting rooms. Valko relieves his exhaustion from work as he has you spread out on the cool surface of the table, whispering how you know exactly how to alleviate his stress.
⟢ On the plush carpet in front of the fireplace during a thunderstorm with light coming from the flames of the fireplace. He clings onto you lovingly, babbling about how you well you take him.
⟢ On the back of the bathroom door when you're feeling too overwhelmed during family holidays and just need a release. Valko has a hand over your mouth as he tells you how beautiful you look taking him while keeping it down.
⟢ In his penthouse, against the glass windows while it rains outside.
⟢ In a cabin in the middle of the forest, the only light comes in from the full moon outside the window. Valko runs his fingers across your face, confessing how gorgeous you look underneath the moonlight.
⟢ After a fancy night out at a charity gala, you both have your hands on each other right from the elevator because you both couldn't wait until you reached your hotel room.
⟢ On the hood of his Jeep when you both go out camping. Going at it missionary style, your view is of Valko's fucked out face and the starry sky above.
⟢ Against the shelves of a library late at night while Valko spews random facts about Systems Architecture.
⟢ If the note about Valko being into Rugby is true, then you best believe you'd be cracking on the bleachers after a game that Valko won.
⟢ On the leather bench in front of the mirror at the gym when you're both sweaty after an intense workout session together.
A.N: I'd bounce on it anywhere if it was him tbh. Credits to @pixopix for the divider. Thank you for trying this cookie!
I can't sit back and watch this boycott be sabotaged from the inside through toxic positivity and spineless concessions, all under the guise of a false sense of "collective kindness" mainly spread by bigger accounts...
For anyone who still fails to see the sheer magnitude of the damage, here is the exact breakdown:
1. The reaction to anti-fans attacking our tags
The foolish decision: Changing our main hashtags out of fear and immediately blocking anyone who dared to criticize the move. Then, once the damage metastasized and misinformation spread like wildfire, they quietly walked it back while pretending none of it was their fault.
The real result: They destroyed our algorithmic momentum, erased weeks of hard-earned engagement, and severely delayed our visibility on the trending topics.
2. The release of a highly anticipated banner
The foolish decision: Instead of enforcing the most fundamental rule of a boycott (zero pulls), they actually posted guidelines telling people it was fine to pull on the "3rd or 5th day" to "help." Who on earth boycotts on a scheduled spending delay?! Those who were going to spend were going to do so anyway.
The real result: They handed out a psychological free pass. Players who were originally holding the line ended up pulling because these accounts falsely claimed it was "safe for the movement to spend a few days later." That is the exact opposite of a boycott.
3. Cowardice and blatant hypocrisy regarding the JP server
The foolish decision: Japanese players told people not to comment on a collaborator's posts out of fear of "losing future LADS events." In response, people began gaslighting global players who were simply showing love for Valko. They had the audacity to draw a false equivalence between politically sensitive, historical dates in China and some people's selfish desire not to miss out on gacha events. To make matters worse, they paraded charts claiming JP was the "most successful" boycott based on relative percentage, completely ignoring basic math, as JP has one of the smallest total player populations.
The real result: Infold will look at the lack of public pressure, see the event generating revenue, and assume the global community has accepted Valko’s cancellation. All of this just because a privileged subset of players is terrified of losing future events, while the rest of the world doesn't even get regional events and is still on the front lines fighting every single day.
A boycott that doesn't hit a company's bottom line and public image is not a boycott, it’s just performative virtue signaling. Soothing your own ego won't bring Valko back; strategy, unyielding pressure, and financial consequences will. STOP making excuses for mediocre decisions influenced by "leaderships"...
[Translated from Portuguese]
I'm not going to waste any more time stating the obvious, so here goes for anyone who wants to read:
The concept of "coming off as rude" and "the companies won't bring more collabs" IS ONLY NEGATIVE IF YOU'RE LOOKING AT YOUR OWN BELLYBUTTON.
In the end, not consuming anything, demanding the character's return, and not spending with the company is what will REALLY help us.
Infold isn't Japanese, it's Chinese. The way they usually "boycott" companies from their own country simply doesn't work against foreign giants. Gacha companies don't interpret silence as "deep protest," they interpret it as conformism and acceptance.
In fact, Infold will take advantage of exactly that passivity to keep profiting. If Global and CN were to imitate this boycott method, we'd be screwed, so reflect on that—it's not hard... Both CN players and global players are boycotting using the same methods, but you don't want to because you're afraid of missing out on some damn event and coming off badly, when, AGAIN, the game is CHINESE.
We couldn't care less if Inflop doesn't do more events. If they're not capable of solving this problem they caused and RESPECTING THE PLAYERS, we hope they go EOS.
EOS = NO ONE GETS ANY MORE EVENTS, I think you get it now.
this user seriously, perfectly worded exactly how I've been feeling about the toxic positivity that has unfortunately been plaguing the movement. that too in such a composed manner, while on the other hand i was holding myself back from going completely ballistic. not to mention certain people are so quick to deem you as insensitive or disrespectful, or too negative, even when you present them with actual facts.
day by day i feel like I'm losing my tolerance for those who keep dictating us on what to do, while simultaneously posting pictures of themselves playing the game, completely ignoring the basic concepts of a boycott while trying to act like the leaders.
it has gotten to a point where I couldn't care less if people's feelings are hurt, you simply cannot call yourself a boycotter when you're STILL playing the game, logging in, contributing to infold's performance metric. like this seriously should've been common knowledge?
the whole point of a boycott is that you're supposed to be fucking annoying and relentless. you're supposed to be loud on social media, while having absolutely 0 presence in or around the thing you're boycotting, in our case it is infold/papergames' releases. their games. you're supposed to be insufferable about what you want.
you're supposed to be the cold dagger wedged between their ribs; agonizingly painful, but if they dare pull it out with no intention of treating, they'll bleed to death.
so let's keep certain basic things in mind.
stop changing hashtags every other day on twitter, instagram, facebook, etc and stick to only 3, one of them HAS to be #bringbackvalko, and the other two MUST be established and popular. prevents the loss of momentum.
completely delete the game. if you truly want to boycott, just delete it. there will be no pulling for so and so banner on the nth day. it just doesn't make sense.
no need to attack, just be relentless. keep spamming your love for valko, ESPECIALLY under official posts. don't worry about being annoying, the antis didn't care either when they mass emailed infold to delete valko, when they harassed the developers, valko mains, and did all that shit. they are undoubtedly much worse, so why the FUCK would we let anybody guilt-trip us into thinking we're the problem?
stop worrying about there not being any future collabs or events. global fans of all people never even be bothered by this because infold has never done any of the like for us. our boycott is supposed to hurt them wtf stop pitying them🤦remember that whatever happens is all on them, because they broke their promise, they angered us, the betrayed us, they have always been overlooking us. infold will reap what they sow.
and for the love of whatever, whoever you find holy, use common sense, critical thinking, actual knowledge, whatever helps you differentiate facts from fallacies. stop taking random accounts as your leaders just because they have a large follower count, blue checkmarks, more likes or whatever. there is no leader. there is no official spokesperson. there is no hierarchy or social ranking. you are either a boycotter or you aren't. simple as that.
be loud as hell on social media, but a complete void in their metrics. if you want to contribute but don't feel like posting (which is understandable, esp considering how hateful valko antis are) just be the void. delete the game. free your devices from the burden of this heavy ass game.
if we're being annoying that means it's working. stop pitying infold or valko antis, basically the ones who are SUPPOSED to be "bothered" by the boycott in the first place. and please, stop trying to guilt-trip us into thinking we're "policing people" or "forcing others to boycott." because while we're not doing that shit, you seriously can't deny the basics of boycotting while deluding yourself into thinking you're morally correct.
to put it simply, you can't have your cake (a moral high ground, social status as an advocate for a good cause) and eat it too (indulge in the comforts and pleasures of the very thing you claim to be against). it doesn't fucking work like that.
Hot water, steam, and the fruit scent of your shampoo fill the small confining space of your shower. The shower that was perfect for you. But, in hindsight, not the best for you and your towering 6'2 wolf.
"S-stop complaining!" Your lips quiver as your nails dig into his wrist, the one that is angling your detachable shower head directly at your cunt. The setting turned to a more concentrated stream, not too harsh to hurt, but enough to create dizzying pressure as it sprays your clit.
"I'm getting a cramp in my lower back." Valko whines into your ear, nuzzling your neck and further curving his spine despite his initial protests. The sound of your melodic whimpering is making his cock throb hard and heavy against your ass, leaking copious amounts of precum but it's hard to tell with your skin already being wet.
"V-val..." You swear your legs are going to give out, face flushed from more than just the heat of the steam as he's been using his other hand to keep your cunt spread open, revealing your puffy twitching clit to the unrelenting stream of water. "S'okay, little lamb. This is the only way we can help each other out in here without knocking all your..." he glances around at your shelves of soaps, scrubs, and hair products.
"Pretty things down, yeah? Don't want a noise complaint from your neighbors at this time of night..." God you can't even process what he's actually saying. Sure you've masturbated like this before, but the shower head has never felt this fucking good. "Valko, m'gonna cum."
Your nails dig harder into his skin, head pressing into his collarbone as he nips at the nape of your neck. "Cum for me, then. I wanna see you cum while standing up, let me feel your legs give out on you. I promise I won't let you fall, hmm?" You're visibly trembling, gasping for air as you mumble a mantra of "I'm cumming!" over and over for him to hear.
Your legs do give out on you, and with one swift motion, Valko's hand is around your waist and supporting you as if you weigh nothing at all. "That good, little lamb?" He's nuzzling your neck again, settling the shower head back in its holder so you both get sprayed with hot water again. "Better than my cock?" Whispered, as if taunting you.
"Course not." You choke. "I-I mean yeah it was good, but not your cock, Val. Fuck, I want your cock, can I have it please, pretty please?"
Mmm... maybe you're getting that noise complaint after all...
This is, in fact, some of what I was daydreaming earlier lol - Soul
ꨄ︎ cw: angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, fwb, unbeta'd, unedited
you woke up to faint traces of sunlight creeping through the window.
beside you, valko shifted, the warmth of his chest pressing against your side as he pulled the blanket higher over his shoulders.
to the rest of the world, he was an imposing force, the brilliant young chairman of eoncore tech, but here, in the quiet of your room, he was just…. valko.
you reached out, your fingers hovering just a few inches above his cheekbone, not daring to make contact, because touching him meant acknowledging how much this hurt.
friends with benefits.
it was such an easy label when you first agreed to it.
no strings or expectations.
except the strings had tangled themselves deeply around your heart.
and now, you were entirely and helplessly all in, but you had absolutely no idea where he stood.
the fear of the morning always hit you hardest at this hour.
you always dreaded the day that you would wake up to a cold empty space on his side of bed, that one day he would sneak out and never come back.
as though sensing you staring, valko stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"bug," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. he reached out, his large hand gently cupping your hip, pulling you closer. "go back to sleep."
"valko," you whispered, your throat tight. you could not hold it back anymore. "if... if you ever decide this has run its course. if you wake up one day and realize you don't want this anymore..."
his thumb paused its movement against your hip, the remnants of sleepiness gone from his golden eyes.
"just don't sneak out," you whispered, closing your eyes because you could not bear to look at his face. you took a shaky breath, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. "don't just tiptoe out in the morning and leave me to figure it out on my own. if you don't feel it… if you're not where i am.... give me a warning. please anything but leaving me here, completely in love with you, by myself."
when he didn’t respond, you braced yourself, waiting for his words of rejection, for him to finally reveal that you would never have a place in his heart the way he occupied yours.
but instead you felt his hand slide from your hip up to your cheek, willing you to open your eyes, his thumb brushing over your skin with a reverence that made your breath hitch.
he searched your face, seeing the raw truth in your eyes.
"you’re in love with me?" valko repeated quietly. you could hear the wonder in his voice, as though he couldn't believe what you had said, and then a bittersweet, self-deprecating smile touched his lips. "you think i am the one with one foot out the door?"
he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his grip tightening around you as if you might disappear if he let go.
"i’ve been terrified of the morning sun every single time i'm here," he whispered against your skin, his heart hammering against your own. "i thought i was the only one losing my mind trying to play by the rules. i'm not tiptoeing anywhere, bug. i'm already completely stuck."
ꨄ︎ an: thank you so much for 1,200 follows! 💜
and i'm sorry again for the slow updates. i'm still not feeling great, the writer's block has been coming and going, and my heart is definitely not enjoying papergames' silent treatment. 🥲
sorry for rambling, but i highly recommend listening to the song first before reading and i can't think of a good nickname he'd give us, so i chose bug because... ya know, computer bugs🥲 ugh, i also kind of don't like how i wrote this. idk... writer's block sucks.
but i'm very, very grateful for all of you. hopefully my next fic will finally be an update to one of my current wips or series. love you guys!
۶ৎ valko has a shameful tendency to squeeze your butt aggressively prior to holding your waist when you're shopping together. it's nearly automatic. he can't simply walk alongside you without squishing it at least once, it's an addiction of his.
۶ৎ since you met him, valko has developed a cuddling necessity. he won't be able to drift off during bedtime without his big beefy arms delicately wrapped around either you or a oversized plush. so naturally, he playfully bought himself one for the nights you aren't sleeping underneath the same sheets.
۶ৎ valko checks your social media accounts once he catches some alone time like a reflex, more often than he'd like to admit. it's genuinely involuntary, poor baby can't help himself. he must see you, even if it's the exact photo he's seen countless times.
۶ৎ a relatively overprotective and possessive partner. what's his, can't be anyone else's. valko entirely rejects the idea of sharing and typically, his naturally territorial nature is somewhat subtle but never absent.
I had a vision and it was of the LaDs men eating me out and so I present to you all these thoughts. You're welcome. 🤭 This one is dedicated to my dearest @colonelkaboom since she encouraged me to post my brainworms. 😌 Also massive thank you to @gillyyyyy for being my Caleb helper. I need to kiss your brain sloppy style.
This ended up being a little more than just headcannons, more like drabbles, but you know. Still short and smutty.
WARNINGS: not proofread, fem!reader, eating out, bondage, mild biting kink, the men are hungry, overstim, possessive Rafayel, maximum horny
Xavier starts slow. He ignores your pussy entirely as he kisses down your body. His hands and lips are everywhere but where you need him. A pale blue collar is placed around your neck, with his name hanging from the center ornament. He kisses down your neck, to your breasts, grabbing them in those large, calloused hands as he looks up at you. Those deep blue eyes are impossible to look away from, and once he has your attention, he doesn't let it go. If your eyes close he bites hard enough that you open them, a little gasp of his name on your lips.
"Look at me, starlight."
And you do. You can't look away from him. Not when he kisses down your stomach, over your hips, and settles in between your thighs. Those broad shoulders keep you spread open. His hand tightens around the leash chained to the collar on your neck, keeping you still and focused as he kisses down your thighs, over your pelvic bone, and down the other side. He teases you, loving the way you writhe and say his name. He looks away from your face only to see how wet you are for him. So soaked you're dripping onto the sheets, his breath catches.
"Is this all for me?"
It is. All his fault, you say, and he loves the pout in your voice, the little bit of frustration as you try to urge him where you need him. He looks up at you, eyes dark, as his hot breath fans over your pussy. He licks a long, slow stripe from your opening to your clit, then back down again. the touch feather-light. A tease.
He savors the taste of you on his tongue, and then two fingers curl inside you as his lips settle around your clit. He tugs hard on the leash with his free hand, forcing your pretty eyes to open and look at him, between your thighs, eyes on yours, devouring you. He spells his name over your clit, because you belong to him, and him alone.
When you come with a cry of his name, he doesn't stop. He keeps working his tongue in the same pattern, over and over again. The entire building knew his name now, and he's only gotten started. He finally breaks away from your cunt when you start shaking from overstimulation. Xavier pulls his fingers out of you, licks them clean and nuzzles your thigh. He smiles up at you, tugging on the leash. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet, Princess."
Zayne starts off as methodical as possible. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and he does it. He starts by ensuring you're comfortable, and then he kisses you, grinding you in his lap as the arousal slowly builds. He focuses on every erogenous zone as he undresses you, turning you into putty in his large, capable hands. By the time your panties come off, they're soaked. Your fingers are in his hair, and you're all but pulling him to your pussy.
"Behave," he warns, but there's no real bite to it. Just a warning to not rush him.
He spreads your outer lips open and shudders as the heat of your pussy brushes over his face. The scent, how wet you are, and the way your opening pulses all prove your readiness. His tongue dives in, tasting your unique flavor as his nose rocks into your clit. Direct stimulation on your clit too soon isn't pleasurable, he knows that, so he focuses on the indirect, letting his nose grind into you while his tongue circles your opening, gathering the sweet nectar you produce for him.
He can feel your body pulsing around his tongue, feel how your thighs clench around him, and those high, breathless whimpers of his name. You're being such a good girl -- for once -- and not rushing him, and he loses himself in the feel of you. His hands anchor around your plush thighs, keeping you pinned in place and wrapped around his face as he nuzzles into your pussy. This is what he needed. You. Your sweetness. The heat of your body under his. Those pretty cries of pleasure.
The methodical mask slips as the barely-restrained hunger he has for you breaks free. He groans against your skin, and you feel more than see the change. His licks become more ravenous. The way he grinds his face into you is needier, rougher, hungrier, and his grip on your thighs grows strong enough to bruise.
When you come on his face, you're shaking and screaming his name. Your hands are in his hair, trying to pull his ravenous mouth away from you, but he's holding you firm, his mouth entangled in your depths as he drinks your come down.
When he finally lifts his head away from your skin, his breathing is ragged, but simply put a hand down on your lower stomach to keep you in place. "Stay still, love. We both know one isn't enough."
Rafayel always found you beautiful. You were his muse, after all. The one thing that inspired him even when nothing else did. Yet, the way you look in his restraints only strokes his possessive urges. Wrapped up in his net, you can't escape him now. Amethyst rope adorns your otherwise bare skin in ornate knots, your legs spread open wide with a spreader bar and anchored to the floor. Like this, you can't run from him nor the pleasure he gives you. His. You are all his. His prey. His devoted follower. His bride. His.
Those sapphire-rose eyes flash a bright, vibrant blue as he circles you, assessing his work. Long, deft fingers trace over the contours of your body. He pinches your nipples, cups your breasts, digs into the meat of your hip and leaves a soft clap along your backside, watching as the softness of your body moved in response to him. He comes up behind you, pressing his body into yours. Those talented hands continue drifting over your form as his lips find your skin. His. A bite lands on the side of your neck, right where your scent is the strongest. The pretty little sound you make for him is better than any melody he'd ever heard. He needs that sound again. To pull music from you all night.
Kisses and nips land all over you neck, then he circles you, bringing them down your breasts, your stomach, your hips, until he finally settles between your spread thighs. He bites your inner thigh, hard. A low, dangerous chuckle leaving him as his tongue soothes the wound.
"You keep trying to run away from me before I finish my meal, cutie." He nuzzles your lower stomach as he takes a deep inhale of your scent. "Now you can't. You're going to be a good girl for me and stay right here until I've had my fill, aren't you?"
You nod, a babbled agreement leaving you followed by the most adorable begging Rafayel had ever heard. Desperation looks beautiful on you. On his knees between your thighs, he dives into your pussy. His long tongue laps up your juices before swirling inside you, licking up every drop of wetness you give him. Lean, muscular arms band around your thighs, holding you in the exact position he needs you in. Deft fingers work your clit in smooth, quick strokes as his tongue fucks up into you.
He drinks down every drop of your arousal as if it is truly what sustains him. As if your pussy gave him air. He whimpers against your skin, so lost in the taste of you. His hips rock forward, meeting the air, but he doesn't need to be touched, not when he has you -- his bride-- coming on his face. And you do. You scream his name as you gush all over his face, but he doesn't stop. He drinks you in, not wasting a single drop. Yet, his intensity increases, and he's just as hungry, if not hungrier than he was at the start.
His feast had only just begun.
"Put your entire weight down when you sit on my face, kitten. Don't hover."
You clutch the headboard for balance as you sink your hips down on Sylus' face. You move slowly. So agonizingly slowly, as if Sylus would change his mind with your perfect pussy hovering inches above his face. His hunger for you gnaws endlessly at his stomach, and this is the only way he can satisfy the craving.
Powerful arms anchor around your hips as he pulls you the rest of the way down, firmly onto his face, his strength keeping you right there. The scent of your arousal has him drooling, and the perfect heat of your cunt on his face is everything. His fingers splay over your ass, digging into the pillowy flesh as he pulls you as far down as possible, and eats.
Every lap of his tongue is firm and claiming. He fucks his tongue into you as he urges you to take what you want from him and grind on his face. He only needs to move you a few times before your hips find a rhythm you like, rocking back and forth against his nose and tongue.
You use him, and Sylus is in the closest thing to heaven he'll ever find. His ruby eyes open, meeting yours. The red glow surges along with his desire, but you no longer look away. You meet his gaze, and he sees every single thing you want from him tonight. Every dirty little thought in your mind, but most of all, how much you desire him, and to cover his face in your come.
He holds your stare as he gives you what you want. His evol surging and wrapping around you, pulling your hands behind your back. You grind faster on his face, chasing a peak that's nearing ever-closer, and he stays there, letting you fuck his face and take everything you want from him as you surrender to your desires.
When you come, gushing all over his face, he growls into your cunt as he drinks you in, keeping you firmly in place until he's taken every last drop you have to offer him. You whine when his lips find your clit and suck, but all he does is smile up at you from between your thighs. You've always known that he was greedy.
Caleb tries so hard to be good. He's always protected you, always taken care of you, and he needed to be able to take care of you like this, too. He's done so much research. Prepared in every way he could, but when you're finally naked with your perfect pussy in front of his face? Everything he prepared for melts out of his brain. You're so fucking beautiful. Even after the first time, he can't get over how wet you get for him, how perfect you are, how amazing you sound, or how good you taste.
The moment his tongue reaches your pussy, he's lost. Your taste does something to his brain, and all he knows is need. He needs to taste you, to make you come on his face, to make you feel so goo, better than anyone else ever could. His licks are hungry, messy things as he makes out with your pussy. His fingers curl inside you as his other hand grips your hip, pinning you to the pattress as he eats you from the inside out.
He comes in his pants from the taste of youe alone, but he doesn't stop or stroke himself. He simply ruts into your thigh, the couch, the bed, the air, whatever is closest as he drinks you in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, pulling you into his mouth. Your fingers land in his hair, and high-pitched, breathy whines of his name follow after. They barely register in his pussy-drunk mind. All he knows is you. And you taste so fucking good.
When you come for him, he drinks it all down. Nothing is wasted. Something in him settles as clarity returns to him, and the ravenous, messy eating gains some structure as he listens to those high-pitched moans for guidance. He sucks in then relaxes his lips. Each suck in, he curls his fingers in the spot that makes your back arch and eyes flutter. He bullies that spot as he continues to suck in your clit, utterly devoted to pleasing you.
He loses himself in the taste and feel of you, unable to hear how you call out his name until you start to cry from overstimulation. He pulls back, violet eyes dazed, face dripping with your juices as he pants to catch his breath.
"Please, pips. Let me make you come just one more time. Please, come on my face just one more time."
You were never good at saying no to him.
It started out so innocent. Valko was just sniffing you, taking in your scent, enjoying the slight fog you put over his mind, when he caught it. The faint hint of your desire. His nose trailed down the column of your neck, down your body, and when he realized you were actually wet for him, he looked up at you, golden eyes wide and glowing, his fluffy tail wagging behind him.
"Please?"
That's all he had to say for you to melt. Now the wolf sat between your thighs, slobbering all over your pussy as he licks you in long, messy strokes. Those sharp fangs never graze your skin, but the blunt side of them brush over you every so often teasing a bite and making you shudder under him. Every lick is so hungry, like he's trying to eat your entire pussy at once.
"Remember you can't move until I've had my fill. That's the deal," he says between licks.
His tongue eventually slips inside you, choosing the source of your scent and flavor as his nose rubs against your clit. He nuzzles your pussy and wiggles his tongue, making you give him more and more of your arousal.
He looks up at you from his position, amber eyes glowing bright in the dim room, the otherworldly flash of danger reminded you exactly what you were dealing with. Your pussy fluttered around his tongue, and he smirked. A low growl rumbled through him and into you, and you clutched his hair, keeping him as close to your pelvis as possible.
So much slick soaked the space between your pussy and his face. A mix of his drool and your arousal, but it seemed to only urge him deeper into you. You tried to pull back, to break from the unending stimulation, but Valko gripped your hips and softly nipped your clit in warning.
You came with a loud, sharp cry of his name, and he growled as he drank in every drop you gave him, lapping it all up. He couldn't get enough. That wasn't enough. More. You will give him more. Those golden glowing eyes lock onto yours as he slips is tongue from your depths and wraps his lips tightly around your clit.
I was encouraged by my friends to be feral so here I am.
valko has a love-hate relationship with his glasses.
he loves that they can help him see, obviously. he likes the fact that you like how he looks with them on. he's also the kind of guy to have both glasses and contacts, but actively despite wearing the latter.(and both, really)
you've caught him squinting at food labels, his computer, at the tv. he'll deny it each time, saying that his eyes are just dry and he's adjusting his vision. to which you usually clap back with the fact that he both never uses eye drops to help with said dry eyes, but also because when he does wear contacts, he always forgets to replace them. there has been a few times where you've swatted him to stop wearing his bi-weekly contacts that he's definitely been wearing for more than two weeks.
with that hassle, he'll always prefer his glasses. valko's often got them on at home. if you ever needed one, he's always got one of those micro fabric cloth on hand. sure, he's accidentally slept while wearing them, leaving indents on his temples. he's also got a bad habit of taking them off, forgetting where he put them down, and thus asking for your help to look for where he placed them.
"Angel, please, I can't find them,"
"Have you looked in the bedroom?"
"Baby that's the problem I can't see," he says with wide puppy eyes.
but what he hates the most is how they get in the way when he's got his tongue lapping you up. his head between your legs, eating and licking like a man- or werewolf- starved.
his hands are gripping your thighs, keeping you just open enough to were you're still squeezing his head. it's cause he likes how your thighs brush against the edges of his wolf ears. and oh, does he love when you tangle your hand in his hair, scratching and grazing the most sensitive part of him- besides his tail, of course.
and like everything he does, it's with an energy that he always has. every noise- squelch, slurrpp- between his groans and your whimpers would make you tempted to smack him away, if he wasn't also using his fingers at the same time to spread you open.
and stars is he so messy with it. there is no shame when it comes to making you come with his mouth alone. and that's where valko loves and hates his glasses the most. they'd be so fogged up by now, from the warmth he's creating between your thighs. he can barely see in front of him. but fuck, it turns him on so much that he can see (or.. not see?) how good he's making you feel. he takes the fogging up as a sign that he's getting you right there, so, so, close.
and don't worry- if you find it uncomfortable, maybe if the edge of the frames poke your skin, he'll take it off no problem. but once you're coming undone, rest assured that valko will ride you through your high, before pulling back and throwing his glasses back on to see the mess he's made of you.
bonus headcanons!
if you wear glasses too, he's bought custome matching frames for the both of you
he also has several pairs. round frames, thin metal frames, even those chunky black plastic frames that give a very clark kent/superman vibe
my favorite headcanon i read was that with him being a werewolf, his glasses could be colorblind glasses since dogs have a very limited color range
if you don't wear glasses, he would gift you a pair that looks like his, with no grade and just the blue light filter. "so we're matching and it would be less strain when you're on your phone and computer ^-^"
BONUS FUN FACT : this fic was inspired by me this morning, forgetting to take my glasses off in the shower, and thus fogging them up badly
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..... and i know valko's favorite place to be is laying on your tummy. when you're in bed either on the verge of sleep or scrolling away on your phone, he will literally slot himself between your legs. you could be wearing a blanket or cuddling the little wolf plushie he won you-- it's gone in an instant. he'll wrap his humongous arms around your waist caging you in before he goes in to nuzzle your tummy for like 5 minutes straight. rubbing his cheeks, his nose, his hair, peppering kisses all over-- the first couple of seconds are spent trying to move your shirt out of the way while the other 4 minutes and 50 seconds are skin to skin contact.
he loves the way you yelp in surprise every single time (even though you know it's coming whenever he see's you like this). the fit of giggles that fall from your lips and the way you try to push his head away even though you love it so much. when he's ready to settle, he'll give you a sequence of three kisses all above your belly button to say "i. love. you." before his cheek takes permanent residence. your fingers always give his ears a little tug for messing with you before you find yourself rubbing them between your fingers.
you try and keep from giggling as you hear him snoring away without a care in the world. a few times you've even found him drooling onto your shirt. but you take it all because there's no place you'd rather be than in your little wolfie's arms.
Horny thoughts EXTRA: Caleb and Valko using a dual entry fleshlight as punishment.
Link for a visual (very NSFW) 🔞MDNI🔞
This is a gift and a thank you for the amazing ideas (including this one) to @stardustsirens 💜💜💚💚.
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For two men who had both agreed—out loud, with words, like adults—to share a relationship with you, Caleb and Valko were doing a spectacular job of acting like they'd never heard the word compromise in their lives.
It had started over breakfast.
Specifically, it had started over the fact that Caleb had taken the last of your coffee without asking and Valko had taken that personally.
"That's not what this is about and you know it," Caleb said, his voice gone quiet, that meant he was past the point of raising it. He stood in the living room with his arms crossed "You've been doing this for months. Every time I'm here you find something. The coffee, the blanket, the remote—"
"She was cold," Valko said. "I gave her the blanket because she was cold. You were sitting right next to her and you didn't notice."
"I noticed."
"You were watching the stupid game."
"I can watch the game and notice she's cold at the same time."
"Clearly not, since I'm the one who got up."
Caleb's eye twitched. Just slightly. "You got up from the other side of the room to bring her a blanket that was sitting six inches from my hand so you could—"
"So I could what, Caleb? Make sure my girlfriend wasn't cold? That's the crime we're prosecuting today?"
"She's my girlfriend too."
"Then act like it."
Caleb uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, and Valko, because Valko had never backed up from anything in his life and wasn't about to start now, also stepped forward to meet him. They ended up in the middle of the living room with their chests almost touching and matching expressions of immovable stubbornness.
"You want to talk about acting like it," Caleb said, very quietly. "Let's talk about last Tuesday."
"I'm gonna need you to be specific."
"You called her ten times, Valko."
"I was checking on her."
"Ten times. In an hour. I was with her. She didn't need to be checked on, she was fine, you just wanted to make sure I knew you were calling"
"This is actually insane," Valko threw one hand up. "You're telling me I'm not allowed to call my girlfriend?"
"Not when I'm with her"
"I'm trying," Valko said, clipped and precise, "to take care of her. Which I realize is a foreign concept to a man whose primary contribution to this relationship is showing up on weekends and looking pretty—"
"I look..." Caleb stopped. A vein in his temple was doing something concerning. "That is not the point—"
"Oh my god, that is enough."
They turned at exactly the same time, the argument dying mid breath, and found you standing in the bedroom doorway. You had your arms crossed, a silk blindfold hanging from each hand, and the expression on your face was one you reserved for occasions when you had reached the outer limit of what you were willing to tolerate.
You looked at Caleb. Then at Valko. Then at the ridiculous amount of physical space they had managed to eliminate between two fully grown men who had, three days ago, been in your bed at the same time without anyone losing a limb.
"I have watched you two argue all day" you said. "You have both been in this relationship for months. You have both—" you paused, choosing words, "demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are capable of being in the same room as each other."
Neither of them said anything. Caleb had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. Valko looked like he wanted to say something and was physically restraining himself.
You held up the blindfolds.
"I'm done mediating. You want to act like you don't know how to share?" Your eyes moved between them, steady and completely unmoved by the combined effect of the two of them standing there looking like scolded golden retrievers. "Then I'll make it simple for everyone."
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The bedroom was very quiet by the time you got them both in there.
They ran out of things to argue about. It was hard to continue a territorial dispute when they couldn't see where they were in the room. They stood where you'd put them, stripped bare, blindfolded, shoulders still carrying the tension from the living room but with nowhere to direct it anymore. Both of them had their hands at their sides, not touching anything, assuming they were far away from each other.
They were not.
They were close enough that if either one of them exhaled too hard they'd feel it. You'd done that on purpose.
You sank to your knees between them and looked up at their faces —both of them tight jawed, heads slightly tilted, trying to orient themselves by sound alone— and took a moment to appreciate the fact that two of the most difficult men you'd ever met were currently standing blindfolded and completely at your mercy because of a disagreement about coffee.
You poured the lube and wrapped your hand around Caleb's cock first.
His head went back immediately, a rough groan pulling out of him, hands gripping his own hips to stop himself from reaching for you. "God, your hand—can do it a bit faster?"
"Don't rush her," Valko's voice came out tighter than he intended. He was trying to figure out from the sound of Caleb's voice exactly how far away he was standing.
You moved your hand to Valko and his whole body shuddered, a sharp exhale escaping through his nose. "Fuck, I've been waiting all day."
"You're both getting it," you said, keeping your voice smooth and even.
You picked up the sleeve from the floor beside you.
Dual entry, no center barrier, ribbed on both ends. They knew you loved toys and they loved using them on you. Neither of them had any reason to suspect what this one was about to do.
You lined it up, shifted your weight onto your heels, and pushed it down over both of them at the same time.
The sound they made was almost identical, two sharp, breathless gasps in perfect sync, the ribbed interior gripping them both tightly. For a second they both just stood there processing the sensation.
Then you pushed them closer, the rest of the way in.
The tips of their cocks met somewhere in the barrierless middle.
"What—" Caleb's whole body recoiled, knees buckling, one hand shooting out sideways for something to grab onto and finding nothing. "What the—what is that—"
Valko made a sound that was not a word in any language. He'd gone completely rigid, every muscle locked up, his chin dropped to his chest.
"Is that—" Caleb's voice came out strange and strained, working through the information his body was sending him with visible effort. "Is that another—is someone else—are you—" He stopped. "What the fuck?"
"That's 'ko," you said pleasantly.
"What the hell—" Valko's hips snapped back on reflex, a choked sound tearing out of him that he was going to pretend hadn't happened. "Sweetheart, what did you just—"
"Relax," you said, both hands clamping down over the center of the sleeve, fingers squeezing the material to keep them where they were. "You didn't want to share so now you're sharing this."
Caleb's breathing had gone completely to pieces. His chest was heaving, jaw working around words that weren't coming out in the right order. "You actually—" A sharp breath. "You seriously—"
You gave the sleeve one slow twisting squeeze and he lost the sentence entirely.
"Look at you both," you teased, from your knees again, looking up at two flushed faces with tremendous satisfaction. "So territorial. So impossible. And completely hard inside the same toy."
"I am hard for you," Valko snapped, the words coming out slightly less convincing than usual given the circumstances. A dark flush had crawled all the way up his neck and into his ears. He tried to step back, thighs shaking. "Take it off. Right now. I am not doing this, I don't—"
"You're not going anywhere."
You delivered the first stroke before he finished the sentence and the sound that came out of both of them at the same time was something you were going to think about for a very long time.
The friction was immediate and overwhelming—the ribbed interior stimulating the entire length of their cocks while they were pressed tip to tip. Neither of them pulled away.
What happened instead was considerably more predictable given who they were.
Valko's jaw set. You felt him shift his weight, recalibrate, and then drive his hips forward hard—a full thrust into the sleeve that was transparently designed to shove Caleb back through force of will. "Move," he said, through his teeth.
"No," Caleb answered and met him head on.😝
The impact of them hitting tip to tip inside the slick toy punched a moan out of both of them, loud enough that you were briefly grateful for the thickness of the bedroom walls.
You started pumping the sleeve to match their rhythm and leaned in. "There you go," you kept your voice low, right in the space between them. "All that energy you've been wasting arguing about coffee." Another stroke, firm and deliberate. "Look how much better this is."
"Don't act smug about this."
"I'm not acting smug," you said, completely smugly, picking up the pace. "I'm just saying. You've both been impossible for three months and it took me five minutes to solve it."
"This isn't solved—" Caleb's voice broke on the last word as you twisted your wrist on the next steoke. He swore, hips stuttering forward. "This is—this is not what I'd call solved—"
"Less talking," you said."More cooperating."
"I am not cooperating with him," Valko thrusted forward again.
Caleb met him again without hesitation.
"Come on, 'ko," you watched his face carefully. "He's pushing you back. Are you really going to let him?"
"Pips—"
"Absolutely not," Valko said through his teeth and reached out blindly until his hands found Caleb's shoulders and dug in. He used the grip to anchor himself, rolling his hips forward in slow circles that ground them together until his voice betrayed him, dropping from furious to undone in the space of a single breath. "I'll—" a shaking exhale, "I'll outlast him. Just like I've done it for months."
"You are shaking," Caleb pointed out, panting, sweat running down his temples and soaking into the edge of his blindfold. His hand had found its way into Valko's hair, gripping tight, the only thing keeping him upright as your hands worked faster. "You're already—you're twitching, I can feel it—you're so close you can't even—"
"Don't," Valko warned.
"You're falling apart and I've barely—haah—" Caleb's smugness dissolved as you squeezed the center of the sleeve. "God—"
"Shut up," Valko's command would have landed better if it hadn't come out an octave higher than his normal voice, cracked clean down the middle by another roll of his hips.
You slid your free hand up the flat of Caleb's stomach, felt every muscle pulled tight, holding back. "Tell me how it feels," you ordered.
"It's—" Caleb's was losing rhythm, the competitive edge bleeding into something desperate. "It's too much. The heat—I can feel him—Pips, please, I'm going to—"
You stopped the stroke immediately, keeping them locked against each other with nowhere to go.
Caleb made a sound that was mostly just suffering.
"Not yet," you said, turning your head slightly. " 'ko. Tell him."
"Tell him what?" Valko gritted out.
"How close you are."
A long silence broken only by both of them breathing like they'd been running.
"Damn it," Valko said finally, the grip on Caleb's shoulders turning white knuckled. "He's—" another shaking breath, "he's too much. Too hot. Everything he does just—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "Stop moving, Caleb. I'm serious. Stop—"
"I can't," Caleb moaned, his whole body moved forward, one final thrust that buried him as far into the sleeve as he could go.
Valko's forehead dropped forward, finding Caleb's shoulder, Caleb's hand was still in his hair. Their chests were heaving in the same broken rhythm, breath mingling in the small space.
"There," you said quietly. "Was that so hard?
Slowly, like he was doing it without deciding to, his body moving before his brain caught up, Valko's forehead dragged up from Caleb's shoulder, sliding along the curve of his neck, up his jaw, until it came to rest against Caleb's forehead.
Caleb went completely still. You didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched.
Valko's hands, still gripping Caleb's shoulders, slowly loosened. Spread flat. Like he was steadying himself against something he hadn't been prepared for. His breath came out ragged and uneven against Caleb's lips.
Caleb's fingers in his hair tightened again and he tilted his head up slightly.
Valko tilted his down.
Their mouths met somewhere in the middle and neither of them made it a question.
It wasn't soft. It was two people who'd been circling each other for months finally landing, all that accumulated tension finding somewhere to go at once—Caleb's hand pulling Valko in by the hair, Valko's hands sliding from Caleb's shoulders to the back of his neck, both of them breathing hard through their noses because neither one was willing to break it long enough to properly inhale.
You started moving the sleeve again. Slow at first. Then faster.
Valko broke the kiss on a sharp desperate sound that Caleb swallowed immediately, pulling him back in, and then both of them stopped pretending there was anything controlled left about any of this. Their hips moved together instead of against each other for the first time, same rhythm, same direction, working into the sleeve in sync while the sounds they were making dissolved from words into something much more honest.
"Together," you said quietly, from below "Both of you."
They came at exactly the same moment, Valko first by a heartbeat, Caleb right behind him, both of them shaking, gripping each other and breathing into each other's mouths while it rolled through them in long waves. Valko made a sound low in his chest that you'd never heard from him before. Caleb's knees buckled and Valko caught him without thinking, arms wrapping around him on reflex, and they stood there holding each other up.
You looked up at both of them, blindfolds askew, foreheads together.
"So," you laughed "Same time next week?"
Caleb laughed first. Just one short exhausted sound, but it was real.
Valko pressed his lips to Caleb's temple, which surprised everyone in the room including him, and said nothing.
You stood up, brushed off your knees, and went to make yourself a cup of coffee. Nobody had taken the last of it this time.
trips and falls and dozens of icons spill from my pockets, all revealing valko. i panic. "this isn't what it looks like," i say, frantically scooping up all the icons. "these aren't mine i swear" more icons fall.
in the original chinese version, when valko speaks of his aunt (姑姑); cousin (表姐); and grandmother (祖母), he uses words that suggest he is speaking about his father's side of the family. as for rafayel, his aunt talia (referred to as 小姨) is suggested to be from his mother's side.
Description: You walk in on all the LIs naked by accident / pre-dating. (Here's Pt. 1 where they walk in on you!)
WC: 1k
Y'ALL WHY DID THE FIRST PART DO SO WELL SO QUICK I'M CRYING LAUGHING PLS 😭 Made this because of the lovely @vx3l1's suggestion! Thank you!!! 🫶 Enjoy, lol!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Xavier This is hilarious to me because I feel like it’d happen in dead silence. Similar to Sy (I wrote this out of order ok ok) he’s also very unashamed of his body. You’d walk in and he’d turn around just casual asf like, “Hm?” You’d look at his dick, back at him, his dick, back at him again, and just “I—” but turn on your heel and leave LMAO. He’d honestly just shrug and get back to changing. After a second he’d be like, “WAIT. Oh god…did that make me look like an asshole?” Two seconds later with a subtle brow raise, “Hm…did she like what she saw?” Meanwhile you’re just like FUCK ME he has a cute ass and a nice dick??? Someone kill me. LOL. Xavier’s MC is pretty chill to me but this is progressively making you lose your chill over time!!! He’d be fighting a smile each time you look over at him rapidly blinking at work the next few days.
Rafayel OKAY hilarious I feel like he’d shout overly dramatically, “Ah!!!” Cover immediately, but then be like...wait? I’m...h o t. I want her to see my dick mhm mhm and just instantly uncover. “Rafayel!” “What’s the matter, cutie?” “Y-you! Why are you naked!?” “Why’d you walk in on me naked, hm?” “I didn’t know you were naked!!!” “Well, what do you think?” “OH MY GOD!” then you leave immediately, face HOT. LOL. He’d tease you ENDLESSLY about it my god. It’d be painful. “I saw you blushing, cutie.” “I did NOT.” “You definitely did.” LIKE REEEE he won’t let it go, secretly trying to orchestrate another “accident” so this happens again LMAO. He’d be evil just standing too close the next few days to watch you SQUIRM.
Zayne ALOOF, Mr. Calm Cool & Collected would be relatively nonchalant about it and overall very comfortable with his body. “Zayne—Oh my god—” He’d give you such a deadpan look while you just stare at his dick LMAO. He’d sigh and obviously pinch the bridge of his nose LOL. When you UH stare too long he’d slowly cover himself with a flat hand, “This is hardly appropriate.” You’d RUN tf out of there omg, “I’m—I’m sorry!” The next few weeks you straight up avoid him and when you can’t avoid him any longer you’re just like dear god don’t look at me, avoiding his eye contact as much as possible LOL. When you’re not looking, he has a tiny smile on his lips internally like TEEHEE she definitely liked what she saw, duly noted. Being him, he does NOT bring it up EVER but his eyes tell a DIFFERENT story I’ll tell you what!!! Now, he’s really curious what you look like naked but he’ll never say it. (MC built different I’m dropping to my knees.)
Sylus Douche of the bunch about it, but in SUCH a hot way damn. In the Zone, you’d walk into his room like you own the place, ready to ask him something, “Sylus did you—” You wouldn’t even be looking at him until he cleared his throat. When he DOES, seeing no shirt, you think he’s probably in a towel, but when your eyes fall internally you’re like OH. MY. GOD. AH!!! But whoops can’t look away because um…HOLY SHIT. He’d cock his head to the side and tilt down, waiting for you to meet his eyes. “It’s not going to change the more you stare at it, kitten.” AAHHH!!! You’re running out of there HOT on your heels because WTF!!! He’s hung and felt absolutely zero shame bare in front of you. Your cheeks are BURNING and when you cross the twins path they’re like “Everything okay??” You’re just like, “YEP! MHM!!! Everything is f i n e.” The rest of the day Sy CANNOT wipe the devious grin he wears ALL DAY knowing you’re beyond flustered. He can’t stop smiling privately either because he’s just like ha! She can’t stop thinking about my dick, nice. LMAO!!! Such an asshat.
Caleb ALSO A JERK. Hot. “Are you ready yet—oh my god, Caleb!” Instantly would cover himself with both hands, “Pips! Don’t you knock!?” You’re just staring at his hands LMAO, “S-stop staring!” You’d internally be like oh man oh man OH MAN I SAW IT!!! I FINALLY SAW IT I’M GONNA DIE!!! He’d be quick to notice you blushing when you look back up at him. “Unless you like what you see, then—” “Caleb! Fucking—oh my god, put your hands back!” You’d slap your hand over your eyes. He’d laugh and put his hands back like a good boy mhm mhm but deFINITELY wants you to keep looking. You’d crack your fingers open, squinting as hard as you can while still able to see to check if he’s covered himself again. “You could just leave, ya know.” “Shut up!” You’d find the nearest article of clothing and throw it at him, “Put some clothes on! What’s wrong with you!” “You walked in on me! And I’m getting scolded!?” During this whole conversation/event he at least gets half mast LMAO. (MAYBE MORE TEEHEE) (Having the power to make his dick hard just by looking at it is SO bust worthy jfc.)
Valko Like I’ve BEEN saying about him…HUNG HUNG HUNG!!!!! You’d straight up go WIDE EYED like oh MY FUCKING GOD WHAT!!! He’s tall and huge so yeah…bUT IT DOESN’T MATTER YOU’RE LIKE OH MY GOD??? When making eye contact with you I feel he’d go wide eyed too but also??? Is very comfortable with himself so doesn’t cover right away out of a lack of that instinct. “You—!” “Shit—s-sorry!” THEN he’d cover himself with his hands but it also doesn’t matter because you’re like DEAR LORD TITS!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!! You’d straight up just stutter and back out of the room slowly before rUNNing away omg, he’d be SOOO cute, “Wait—!” then quieter, “Oh, god,” louder again, “I’M SO SORRY!!!” I love him pls I feel like he’s so abashed and cute pre-dating. He’d definitely bring it up MULTIPLE times to keep apologizing (even tho you walked in on him??? 😭😭😭) and each time you’re like !!!??? “It’s—! It’s o-okay, I’m sorry…” INTERNALLY LIKE SHUT UP LET IT GO I CAN’T GET YOUR DICK AND GIANT PECS OUT OF MY MIND STOPPP!!!!! Teehee you’re both blushing hard every time you have this conversation!!! (I need him back rn...)
Description: All the LIs walking in on you naked by accident / pre-dating. (Here's Pt. 2 where the reverse happens!)
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Okay so I had a funny thought. Idk if this even "counts" as a drabble (in my usual style/vibe), but oh well. Been a minute since I've posted a drabble, enjoy! (Tame, but NSFW nonetheless.) (First drabble including our wolf...🥺)
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Xavier IDK so funny I feel like he’d instantly look up at the ceiling and start??? Whistling lmao, or humming idk, and just slowly turn on his heel until he’s done a 180. You’re like??? Bro just walked out of a cartoon doing some goofy ass shit trying to be nonchalant. He totally saw before you processed him there and he’s just :o but as soon as you turn, he’s snapping his eyes to the ceiling and turning. “Xavier!” “What? I didn’t see anything, promise.” SNEAKY SNEAKY LIAR!!! Fighting to get naked himself and jump you.
Rafayel He’d fall on the floor and then stab his eyes out. LMAO, kidding. But no seriously, I think he’d nearly shriek, stare at your tits and be like “SORRY!” and then just keep staring until you yell at him LOL. Maybe you throw something at him and when he just lets the object bounce off his chest and doesn’t immediately react, “Rafayel! Would you—!” “Sorry!” As soon as the door closes, you’d hear him on the other side, “OH MY GOD!” He’d legitimately freak out and never shut up about it. Your tits are now burned into his brain and he’s ruined. “Miss Bodyguard, remember when—” “Shut up!”
Zayne LMAO this aloof kuudere asshat. He’d take SUCH a quick scan you wouldn’t even be able to process it, say nothing, WOULDN’T EMOTE (his eyes would BARELY twitch), walk away immediately, and shut the door behind him. LIKE lmao doctor mode activated he saw nothing until he’s stuck dreaming about it. He’s gone before you can even gasp because of his presence. If you turn quick though, he’s stealing a glance at your ass that’s FOR SURE. Despite not emoting in the moment, his cute rapid twitchy blinks would be BAD the next several times you see him after this.
Sylus OOF this one is my favorite. He’s on some Damon Salvatore energy (IYKYK.) He would HOLD your eye contact, STEADFAST. He wouldn’t say a thing, just stare into your eyes, not looking at your body once. Slowly, he’d reach for a towel/robe/etc. and throw it at you. You’re flustered as shit and what’s he doing??? OH. Smirking, but of course. He’d stand there until you covered up, saying some smart ass shit like, “You don’t have to be naked to get my attention, kitten.” “You—!”
Caleb Similar to Raf, straight up going to fall over and die. I feel like he’d blame you for it. “Pips, what the fuck!” And you’re like DUDE!!! You walked in here and didn’t knock??? He’s like a broken machine just teetering back and forth on his heel…look? Don’t look! Look? Don’t fucking look!!! He may even pretend to cover his eyes with his hand BUT 100% sneaks a peak through his fingers until you’re screaming at him, “Get out!!!” Like Raf, maybe you throw something at him if you catch him looking. It’s so funny to me to picture throwing SEVERAL things at him, whatever’s close by you at him and the door again and again until it closes. “Ow, pips! Okay, okay! Ow! I’m—ow! Going!” Almost shut, it creaks partially open, “I’m sor—” you throw something else, “OUT!” He nearly slams it to avoid what you threw, letting whatever it was hit the door. (Jacks off IMMEDIATELY after.)
Valko IDK super cute puppy about it, the most apologetic, “Holy—oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I—” He’d stare down at the floor immediately BUT 100% saw and is blushing like crazy. LIKE very abashed and cute about it, so much so you think it’s SO cute and him being polite and flustered makes you internally be like WAIT come back, wanna look? LMAO. HEAD DOWN (like a good boy) “I—I’ll—I’m s-sorry—” Once he’s gone, you’re BLUSHING and beyond the door you hear again, “I’m so sorry!” He’d stand there a second like !!!???????!!!!! Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard!!! He’d need a run or a workout after this.
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