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your ex used to say that you were “too loud” during sex… but he says, “the louder, the better!”
feat. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x fem!reader (no valko yet ‘cause i don’t wanna mischaracterize, and i’m still holding onto the hope that he WILL be back)
cw: smut; dirty talk; oral sex (fem receiving); fingering (fem receiving); cowgirl; doggy; hair pulling; belly bulge + size kink; missionary; biting; slight masochism (caleb); the “ex” in question is implied but not explicitly mentioned, so this can just be read as someone who is embarrassed to moan in front of their partner teehee
notes: birthed this concept whilst in the shower, actually. signed as someone who has never had a toxic ex but does live in a house with thin walls <3
nsfw content below the cut! minors dni
“mmf…”
the low, needy moan resounds from between your thighs. it sends mind-numbing vibrations up your spine.
xavier almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are.
your legs, bent at the knees, are thrown over his shoulders. his hands are at your hips, fingers dug desperately into the softness of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself to reality. to you.
the only sounds filling the room are his hot, heavy breaths and the obscene slurp of his mouth against your pussy. he eats you out like it’s the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
in his mind, that’s a pretty good life purpose to have.
he flattens his tongue against your folds before licking a slow stripe upwards. then, he flicks the tip of it right over your clit.
you throw your head back and gasp. your fingers curl around the sheets.
he seems to perk up at the subtle hitch in your breath. suddenly, he lifts his head away from your wet heat. you swallow back the whine of protest that almost crawls its way up your throat.
the lower half of xavier’s face is shiny with slick. his eyes are hooded, pupils blown so wide that his irises are nothing but slivers of blue. he licks his lips, looking absolutely debauched and just like sin incarnate.
“come on, starlight,” he says, voice hoarse and a little breathless. “i know you can do better than that.”
instantly, you flush.
“xaviii,” you whine. “it’s embarrassing…”
your boyfriend doesn’t respond.
instead, he just dives right back in.
with the way his mouth is moving, it seems as though he’s trying to force every moan out of your throat through your pussy. he shoves his tongue into your entrance and swirls it around inside. his arms lock a little more securely around your thighs.
he’s determined, you’ll give him that.
your mouth falls open, but the only noises spilling from those pretty, perfect lips are your labored breaths. your chest heaves as you struggle to suppress the wave of pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole. all you can do in your attempt to fight it is squeeze your eyes shut.
xavier is having none of that.
the lascivious sound of him making out with your cunt intensifies. it’s like he’s trying to wring out every sound that he can get. he’s relentless in his pursuit. he licks and sucks and groans, eyes rolling back in bliss at the taste of you. his nose bumps against your clit, and you jolt.
“xav… hah, x-xavi…”
“mmh.”
his reply is halfhearted at best. the way he sucks your clit into his mouth is anything but.
“xavier!”
your back arches off the mattress as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
the cry of his name has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. his eyes light up for a moment before darkening with arousal.
he shoots you a grin that is very unbefitting of his sweet, boyish features.
“that’s it, angel. give me more.”
zayne has always been quiet during intimacy. usually, the most you’ll get out of him is a low grunt or groan, a whisper of your name or the occasional expletive muttered under his breath. so it was only natural for you to assume that he would also be turned off by a partner who is vocal in bed.
you couldn’t have been more sorely mistaken.
“darling.” his voice is deceptively calm, even as two of his fingers scissor relentlessly in and out of your dripping hole. “please remove your hand from your mouth.”
you barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears. and even if you could hear, you doubt you’d be able to comprehend it. your brain already feels like it’s melting into a puddle of mush in your skull. when he crooks his fingers upwards, your whine is muffled against your palm.
zayne clicks his tongue.
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
his words are laced with an icy-cold edge that wasn’t there before. you know that tone. you know it means business, and promises punishment if you don’t behave.
so you swallow your pride and ask.
“… huh?”
well, you try to, at least.
ever-gracious and oh-so-patient, he reiterates his request. this time, you catch it.
slowly — hesitantly — your hand drops down to your side.
he hums. “good girl.”
his fingers continue to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. the wet shlick, shlick, shlick that hits your ears makes you want to close your thighs around his wrist.
“zayne,” you gasp. “pl-please, zaynie, i—”
“shhh…” his hand skims up your side, calloused palm sending shivers up your spine. “relax, my love.”
“b-but… i can’t…” you choke on a sob, squirming uncontrollably beneath his touch. “i can’t help it…!”
“i know, darling,” he says. “go on. let yourself go.”
your cheeks flush. adamantly, you shake your head. when the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot again, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper.
a quiet sigh escapes from zayne’s lips. it isn’t a sound of anger or frustration or even disappointment. it almost seems pitying, really, when coupled with the sudden softness of his gaze.
the hand that was once a grounding presence at your waist finds a new home at the curve of your jaw. he gently tugs at the corner of your mouth, coaxing you to release your bruised lip from between your teeth. when you finally heed his silent command, he immediately slides his thumb past your parted lips.
“there,” he murmurs, half to himself. “keep it open. just like that.”
your brows furrow in confusion as your sex-addled brain struggles to comprehend why his grip on your jaw has become so firm.
you don’t get the chance to figure it out before he slips another long finger into your fluttering pussy, angling all three upwards until you’re seeing stars.
the moment the heel of his palm grinds down over your clit is the moment that finally breaks you.
“ah!”
the moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, thanks to the way your mouth has been pried open against your will. your entire face feels like it’s been set on fire.
zayne, of course, hardly reacts. only the faintest twitch of his lips and the glint in his eye gives him away. but you can tell he’s pleased, because the next words out of his mouth are gravelly, rough, and a little bit strained.
“good girl.”
for someone who dedicates his life to the pursuit and creation of art, you think that rafayel himself rivals even the most stunning masterpieces currently in existence. especially when he’s sprawled out on the bed beneath you.
a beautiful rosy hue is painted across his cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. his eyes are half-lidded and hazy with bliss. his jaw is slack, lips parted around the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. just the sound of them causes heat to flare up in your gut.
and yet, you still haven’t let out a single pleasured sound of your own. not because he isn’t making you feel good; in fact, quite the opposite is true.
old habits die hard, as the saying goes.
your hips slow to a near-complete stop as you grind yourself languidly against him. you’ve been riding him relentlessly for nearly twenty straight minutes, and your thighs are beginning to ache.
rafayel lets out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of friction.
“cutie,” he whimpers, voice breaking around the syllables. “d-don’t tease. you’re killing me here.”
“i know,” you say. “fuck, ‘m sorry, raf, just— give me a sec…”
his hands tighten around your waist. you can tell his patience is starting to wear thin.
you’re thankful that your hands are already braced on his shoulders for stability. if they weren’t, you would’ve toppled forward the second he started moving.
you hadn’t even noticed the way he planted his feet on the mattress until he begins to jackhammer up into you. he immediately sets a downright brutal pace, hips colliding mercilessly with your own. his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock. he’s not so much guiding you as he is pulling you down — like a siren dragging an unlucky sailor to their demise.
you, of course, are far from unlucky. but you do feel like you’re drowning, with the way he leaves you gasping for air.
“raf— w-wait, slow down…!”
but he can’t. he’s already too far gone, lost in the heat between your legs and the way you clench so perfectly around his length.
his thrusts are sloppy, mindless and desperate. he needs you even more than a fish needs water to breathe. but the fervor with which he ruts up into you is almost punishing, as if he’s trying to say, look at what you’ve done to me. look at how you ruin me.
he’s a wreck. your wreck. and you love it almost as much as he does.
you’re pretty sure you’re going to find bruises in the shape of him tomorrow morning.
“sh-shit, shit, shit,” rafayel warbles, “you’re so beautiful… perfect… gorgeous… my muse…”
each word is punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. your fingernails dig into his shoulders until red, crescent-shaped indents mar his milky skin.
his moans are unabashed, and oh, so loud. you feel every sound like a vibration in your very soul. you’re lucky he has no neighbors. you still half-expect to receive a noise complaint.
the bedroom is filled with just that — the echoes of his pleasure and the wet slap of skin on skin and your heavy breaths laced with faint whimpers that refuse to fully form.
that is, until he shifts his angle. the swollen head of his cock slams against your spongey front wall, and you shriek.
the sound is so abrupt, so raw, that it feels like it was torn from your chest. mortified, you clamp both hands over your mouth in shock.
rafayel’s pace falters. for a moment, he stills. and for the first time since you took him to the hilt tonight, he’s silent.
the air between you is thick, charged with electricity and something more.
your brain screams at you to do something. apologize, or push yourself off of him, or bury your face in your hands and vow never to look him in the eye again out of sheer embarrassment. anything.
then, he smirks.
he doesn’t even give you a chance to blink before your positions have flipped. the air is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the mattress, in the exact spot he lay mere moments before. the sheets still carry the warmth of his body. you can’t even fully process the loss of his cock or the emptiness that follows, because in an instant he’s already shoving back into you with a force that makes your back arch and your throat go hoarse with the weight of your scream.
“yes,” he gasps, “that’s exactly what i need. come on, cutie, let me hear how good i make you feel.”
of all the positions sylus has put you in, you think you like this one the best.
not because he reaches the deepest like this, although that certainly is a perk. not because it’s the most comfortable, because if you’re being honest, your knees are starting to hurt.
no, it’s because in this position, you can afford to be as loud as you want.
your hands fist the sheets beside your head as you bury your face a little further into the pillow. the loud moan that rips through you as his hips collide with your ass is completely muffled.
and sure, your drool stains the pillowcase. your teeth catch on tear-stained silk every time the pleasure grows impossible to bear. and yes, you have to admit that it’s getting harder to breathe.
but it feels so good, you forget to care.
“kitten,” sylus groans out from somewhere above you. “if you keep squeezing me like that… this will be over sooner than you think.”
all you can do in response is whine and grind yourself back against him, forcing him deeper until you damn near feel him in your womb.
his grip on your waist tightens, fingers leaving indents in the pliant flesh.
“you’re determined to push every single one of my buttons tonight, aren’t you?” his voice never wavers, though it takes on a new timbre.
your back arches a little deeper. you try to mumble out a response — really, you do — but the only thing you can manage is a choked-out sob into the pillow. the sound vaguely resembles his name.
the obscene squelch of your cunt and the heady smell of sex permeate the air. combined with the considerable lack of oxygen in your lungs, the whole situation is making you feel somewhat dizzy.
another hard thrust drives his tip just below your cervix, and the cry you let out turns your throat raw. you claw desperately at silken sheets, scrabbling for purchase. part of you wishes your nails were raking down sylus’s back instead.
he leans down until you feel the hard planes of his chest against your shoulder blades. his breath is hot as it fans enticingly over the shell of your ear.
“that’s it, sweetie,” he all but growls, “take it. all of it.”
your jaw goes slack as you keen.
before you realize what’s happening, one of his hands is sliding down your body — from your waist to your front, right where your pelvis is canted up at an angle and away from the mattress beneath you. the tips of his fingers trace the curve of your stomach. they linger just below your bellybutton, applying the slightest pressure until—
there.
he feels it. the slight swell that protrudes from your tummy every time he surges forward. his palm flattens over the area. partially for support, keeping you upright, but mostly just to feel the physical evidence of his size and what it does to your body.
a strangled whimper escapes your throat.
you’re getting close. you can feel it. the tightening in your core, the way your pussy squeezes around him like it’s trying to suck him in even deeper.
sylus feels it, too.
you barely have time to process the momentary high before you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure wracking through your body like a tidal wave.
the noise that falls from your lips is strangled and undignified, voice cracking into something unrecognizable as your own.
you don’t register the sudden rush of air that hits your lungs until it’s too late.
the pillow is no longer pressed against your face. silk is no longer clenched between your teeth.
instead, a fistful of your hair is tugging at your scalp, held up by sylus’s hand. the other is still at your stomach, helping to hold you upright.
you can’t see it, but sylus has that signature devilish smirk of his painted across his infuriatingly handsome face.
“there we go. that’s what i wanted to hear,” he says, sounding much too smug for his own good. “now, i want you to do it again.”
sometimes you wonder how your loving boyfriend can be so damn mean.
caleb is unbelievably sweet in all other aspects of your relationship. seriously, he checks every box. he cooks, he cleans, brings home flowers, opens the car door, pays for all your dates, lavishes you with all the love and affection you could ever want or ask for… et cetera, et cetera, so on and so forth. all of it. the works. he’s at your beck and call.
but right now, he’s fucking you like he hates you. he’s got your legs hooked over his hips, knees locked around his waist and ankles crossed at his back. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping hole like he’s trying to drill his way up into your stomach.
not that it’s a bad thing, of course. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.
but he’s making it really hard to stay quiet.
your teeth sink into his shoulder. it’s the only way you can think to muffle the needy whine that almost falls from your lips.
caleb grunts in pain. or it could have been a low moan of satisfaction. you wouldn’t put it past the masochist in him. and you’d hardly be able to tell the difference, anyway, since it feels like your head is stuffed with cotton.
he slams into you again, and you bite down a little harder. if you were anywhere near coherency, you’d probably be afraid of breaking skin. not that he cares if you do.
his hands are clenched into tight fists, biceps flexing on either side of your head as he digs his nails into his palms. it’s all he can do to ground himself — and to keep from cumming too fast, but that’s a secret that will stay with him.
his chest is flush against yours. he can practically feel every breath you take, the thrumming of your heart against his own… and, of course, the soft curve of your breasts, the tantalizing way they slide and bounce with every move.
admittedly, the latter is taking up a large portion of his attention.
your entire body jolts with every roll of his hips. you’re pretty sure you’re drooling against his shoulder.
it’s not enough for caleb. he's greedy. he wants more.
he wants to see your face. he wants to see your pretty little fucked-out expression, with your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolling out of your slack-jawed mouth. but that would require separation. pulling his sticky, sweat-slicked skin away from yours. drawing back from the heat of your body. and he doesn’t want that. oh, no. that's the last thing he wants.
he supposes that some sacrifices must be made.
so he squeezes his eyes shut, lest he succumb to the temptation. and then, he picks up speed.
the sudden change in pace almost breaks you. the whine catches in your throat.
he notices.
“c’mon, pips…” he’s panting like a dog. “i know you can— fuck— g-give it to me… i want to hear that pretty lil’ voice.”
your nails scratch at his arms, as if in protest of his words. you shake your head weakly. he chuckles, the sound dark and throaty and laced with danger.
“aww, don’t be embarrassed. i— ah, i like it when you get loud.”
caleb knows you like the back of his hand. every thrust is full of intention, the angle of his hips precise. it has sparks exploding across your vision and a moan on the tip of your tongue.
“you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you clenchin’…”
your pussy lets out a lewd, slick sound in response, answering his question for you.
“that’s right, baby,” he groans. “tell me how much you love my cock.”
you’re pretty sure he isn’t even talking to you anymore.
your head falls away from the junction of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing along his jawline. you inhale deeply, and the scent of his skin fills your lungs.
“caleb,” you slur, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “please— hck! w-wanna cum…”
you can almost hear the wicked grin in his voice as he responds.
“hmmm… i dunno, pips,” he says, pretending to mull it over. his pelvis grinds over your clit, and you sob.
“maybe if you say it louder, i’ll consider it.”
final remarks: phew, baby's first smut fic posted to the big tumblr dot com. ngl i think i did xavier kinda dirty here, his portion had the shortest wc at 507 :(
synopsis: A free use agreement is always fun
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Valko x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Sylus, fem!receiving with Zayne), penetrative sex (with Valko)
ZAYNE
You don't even hear him come home.
You're a little too focused on trying to clean the underside of the table, on all fours underneath it. It's only when you feel the weight settling behind you, cool hands gently gripping your waist and tugging down your shorts.
Immediately, you grin. This agreement was really the best.
"O-oh my god..." You gasp feeling his tongue run over the seat of your panties, soaking the fabric. He hums, doing it a few times until you start to whine. Still, he's mostly ignoring you. This is for his pleasure after all. Your orgasm is just a bonus.
You try to keep cleaning, you really do. But you manage three swipes with the damp cloth before giving up, arching into his tongue when he pulls aside your panties and licks a loooong stripe up.
"Z-Zayne!" You grip the cloth tightly in your fist, trying to ground yourself. It's not much use, he knows exactly where to push to make you cum.
"Fuck!" Curses slip out of your mouth as you cum, only partially directed at the stupid table from keeping you too still to turn around and watch him. You can already picture the pleased smirk on his face as he pulls away, though not without cleaning you up with his tongue and making you whimper from the overstimulation.
"S-stressful day at work?" You ask as he fixes your shorts, then helps you out from under the table.
"Just the usual. Do you need any help?"
"...Wanna help me clean the shower? I think it's a two person job."
SYLUS
It couldn't possibly be that important, right?
Well, surely he'd say something to stop you if it was. So you shrug, and make your way into Sylus's office, mouth already watering.
He glances up when you step inside, slutty little glasses perched low on his beautiful nose. His robe is tied low, as it usually is, as he half listens to someone on the phone drone on and on about some business deal.
A smirk appears on his face when you wave at him, already knowing what you're up to. But he doesn't object, turning his chair so there's adequate room between his legs for you to kneel down.
"That sounds fine." He murmurs into the phone, watching you undo his robe and palm his half hard cock. Even now, it's an impressive length, one you're never fully able to fit in your mouth, but you're not a quitter.
He inhales quietly the moment your mouth swirls around his tip, moaning at the taste. From an outsiders perspective, it might look like you were doing this for his pleasure. But you and Sylus both know that really, this is all for you.
"I'm sure you can handle it." You glance up instinctively, but he's still on the phone, eyes full of mirth as if he can read your mind.
Still, feeling encouraged, you take him deeper, drooling around his hard length. He always tastes so good somehow. It's nearly addictive.
"Feeling hungry tonight, kitten?" You hadn't heard him hand up, but it's clear he has. You hum in response, bobbing your head around him as he sighs, tossing his head back in pleasure.
"Use me as much as you like. As long as I can return the favour once you're done, yes?"
VALKO
As annoyed as you were at your boyfriend for working so late, when everyone else had already gone home, it did have one perk.
"H-hi?" Valko's eyes go wide when you straddle him, immediately stopping what he's doing to rest his hands on your hips.
"You can keep working. Just wanna ride you." You murmur, pressing a few kisses to his neck. It doesn't take Valko much to get going, probably because of the way your scent currently envelops him.
"You don't w-want my help?" He picks up what he was working on, but you know his focus is elsewhere as you start to undo his pants.
"Nope. Just relax and let me use you?" He shivers at your words, no longer able to respond the moment your hand wraps around his cock.
You're grateful for the skirt you chose today, simply pulling your underwear aside and sinking down on him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of his cock splitting you open so deliciously.
"Fuck..." He sighs, device clattering to the desk behind you as he grabs your hips, already thrusting up into you.
"Y-you're supposed to stay still and let-let me use you..." Your complaints are half-hearted, forehead falling to his shoulder as his hips snap up to bury his length inside you.
"You are u-using me." He pants, using his grip on you to bounce you on his length. If anything, it's the other way around, but you're not complaining.
"Oh god I'm close!" You gasp, the chair squeaking underneath your bodies. He moves you faster, thumb finding your clit and making you see white instantly, nearly screaming out.
"Woah...you should come use me at work more often."
Your first date with Valko makes you believe that life can be kind after all.
1,204 words. fluff, coffee shop dates, flirty banter, short & sweet, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: This fic was heavily inspired by the Taylor Swift song "Begin Again" because as we await the news of Valko's return, we also await a new beginning with him :D
Also, this is like my 10th fluffy fic in a row omg :O Usually I slide in some angst here and there, but I figured we've all been through a lot this past month lol
dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here
Life finds you on a strange summer day and pushes you to find yourself. Sometimes she arrives through fear, other times she finds you through hope, but she never fails to catch up to you no matter how fast you run.
In the bright morning of this brand new day, she finds you through the windows of a cozy coffee shop in the form of a tall, handsome man.
You scheduled a date with Valko days prior, all because you were drunk on your feelings and the haze felt like Heaven. Back then, he was just a friend you met through meetings he attended with the Hunter’s Association. He shared his chocolates with you, told you all about the newest Protocore shipments, and even said his family was “a little wild” when you had asked about the auntie he loves to mention. Your curiosity had always lingered at the end of every conversation, but you never could have guessed Valko felt the same.
However, now that you’re facing the results of your impulsive decision, you face it with bated breaths, shaky hands, and a mind that tells you it’s better to run than to begin anew.
But before you can do so, Valko looks up from his phone and sees you staring at him through the coffee shop window. The breeze chooses that time to mess up your hair, yet his delighted laugh remains as clear as day.
You place one foot in front of the other until the cool atmosphere of the café and the smell of coffee meets you, and when you do, Valko is right there by the entrance.
“Good morning,” he says. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”
You roll your eyes playfully, knowing the last time the two of you met was three days ago. Nevertheless, you spare him a smile for his ego to latch onto.
He isn’t spared for too long, however.
“I wish it stayed that way,” you tease.
“Ouch.” Valko makes the show of placing his hand on his chest. “Weren’t you the one who asked to go on a date with me? I thought you were being genuine.”
He then leads you to where he was just sitting. Two cups are on the table, the one in front of you labeled with the exact way you liked your coffee. Peculiar, considering you told him that ages ago, but the fact he remembered makes your heart flutter anyway.
“It should still be warm,” Valko assures. He takes a sip of his own cup, and the glow of his lips are not lost to you as you watch the simple act with more attention than necessary. “If not, I can ask the baristas to remake it for you.”
“It’s okay! This is…”
Perfect.
When has life ever been perfect?
You let yourself smile as you take a sip. Strangely enough, it doesn’t burn your lips like usual. Instead, the taste lingers just as long as realization does. It’s the first time in a long time where your morning coffee doesn’t feel mundane, but rather something much sweeter.
“The mocha chocolate is good here,” he comments, a sheepish smile on his face. “I might visit more often just for that.”
“They’d stop serving you after your fifth cup.”
“Only five? Are you underestimating me?”
Placing your cup back on the table, you counter his grin with your straight face. “I swear, there isn’t a single soul on this planet who likes chocolate more than you do, Chairman Wolfie.”
Valko scoffs. “Chairman Wolfie, huh? And here I thought I had a reputation for being intimidating.”
“You’re the least intimidating person I’ve ever met.”
You can see his expression melt until it becomes one with the sunlight shining on him. His eyes, amber and as precious as gold, turn into what you believe happiness would look like if it were to show itself to you. And his smile softens, less cocky now and almost… shy?
Odd. Out of all the words in the dictionary, you would never have guessed that shy would become one to describe Valko.
“That means a lot,” he says, and you can sense the depth your kind pebble traversed in the seas of his soul. “Thank you.”
You take another sip of your coffee to hide your lingering curiosity. Questions upon questions topple each other in your mind to try to get asked first, but they can remain there until the time is right.
For now, there is only one spectacle to put your attention to.
“Rapid fire questions,” you offer, eliciting a look of intrigue from your date. “I ask ten questions and you answer with the first thing you have in mind. Got it?”
“Is this what you usually do on first dates?”
“Hush,” you tap the table with your nails. “I’m the one asking questions, remember?”
Valko simply sits back with his arms crossed, the gesture showing more of his arms than you thought possible. A shame that it’s hidden underneath his hoodie — perhaps you could use his arms as a pillow someday. In a perfect world, where life meets you in a love as warm as Valko’s, perhaps you could have something good for the first time in forever.
I’m getting too ahead of myself.
“If you could live anywhere in this world, where would you live and why?”
“The forest,” Valko answers instantly, but the reasoning takes a little longer and a couple sips of his mocha chocolate to reveal. “It’s peaceful, and the moon looks beautiful there. I should take you someday.”
“What if I prefer the sun?” you ask, teasing.
“Then I’ll take it as a sign that you’re enjoying our date, and I’ll take you to more coffee shops in the future.”
The morning sun continues to shine through the coffee shop’s window, capturing the both of you in its warm welcome. Blinding as it is, it doesn’t stop you from noticing the glint in his eyes or the way he constantly pats his head as if he’s hiding something in his hair. It also doesn’t stop you from smiling, proving his point entirely.
“Any other questions?” Valko asks. “I can be interviewed all day if that’s what makes you happy.”
“Nothing else. I’m satisfied with what I’ve gathered.”
“And that is?”
Bravely, possessed by the desire to begin anew, you place your hand atop his. Your answer sits as gently and as loud as this soft gesture, leaving no room for the doubts and fears your mind used to conjure up. “I’m happy to be here with you.”
Life has a way of surprising you. Oftentimes it’s through unpleasant experiences and instances of horrible luck, but today, its presence is gentler. Like the sunlight that caresses your skin, the golden gaze that admires you from head to toe, the heart that opens itself for you.
And the light of your life simply watches with awe as you find your way to him. Placing soft kisses on your knuckles, which have fought battles he knows nothing about, tenacity makes way for you to begin anew.
“Perfect,” Valko whispers with a gaze full of reverence.
With every second you spend with him, it becomes easier to believe in that.
a/n: I have a feeling one of Valko's Tender Moments cards is going to have this exact vibe. Infold better release him soon omgggg
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :D
𖥠 CNC with Sylus but he’s the one at your mercy.
The gun is, in fact, fully loaded. Much to your dismay but Sylus' one condition was that the gun be loaded the sick invincible bastard. Having him handcuffed to a chair, cock fished out of his slacks and just exposed and leaking. Pressing the gun right to his temple while you angle him at your entrance, finger on the trigger as you slide down his length and sheath him inside of you.
𖥠 Sensory play with Sylus running the gun over your body.
It's not loaded, he'd never. But he's meticulous about what gun he choses for this. Particularly one he built himself, sleek black metal fully polished. Blindfolded, he tucks it neatly under your chin, nipping and sucking at your racing pulse. His other hand slipping between your thighs, pushing past your entrance and bullying your g-spot.
𖥠 Bouncing on the gun itself.
Just like the first one, he's mindful of the gun he picks. Purposely going for one that's barrel is thicker in circumference. But also mindful that there are no parts or bits that would poke out and harm you. Carefully slipping a condom over the barrel of the gun as you hover on trembling thighs above his lap. Angling it and notching it on your entrance and slowly easing it into you, watching your reaction for any signs of discomfort as you sink down to the hilt.
Sum. pranking the lads men by saying "i was in the mood last night."
notes. hey i cant believe its been almost a week since i uploaded so 😔, this was a suggestion from someone (i hope i did it justice!) + from the summery it has smutty themes sooo MDNI as usual.
l word count: 3.7k l smut, piv, knotting, biting, scent kink l read on ao3 l
Started writing this the night before all hell broke loose and couldn’t even look at it for several days after. Here, have some hopefully cute and spicy wolf smut in these trying times.
"Valko, what are you doing here?"
You'd heard a thud from your balcony. The quiet night had carried the sound through the open door and snapped you out of your barely awake state on the couch. Valko had somehow made a seemingly graceful landing, perched on top of the railing, dressed in all black with bright golden eyes searching for you.
"Checking to see if you've still got your guard up, which you clearly don't," he states, landing with both feet firmly on the tiled floor as he folds his fingers into the shape of a gun and pointing it at your head. "Kaboom."
You push his hand away, annoyed, and ready yourself to ask more questions when he strolls right past you headed into your apartment. "Aren't you at least going to knock first?"
Valko immediately turns on his heel and taps his fist on your forhead, twice, making a point of bowing down to your height.
"Hmm," he smirks, tilting his head," I don't think anyone's home. What a shame, since I came all this way."
"Put your paws on my face one more time and I swear I'll bite."
"Haha, how adorable," he chuckles, sarcastically. Not even a second passes before he has both his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together and pressing your lips into a forced pout. "Careful, huntress, only one of us has actual fangs."
As if the statement needed proof, he leans in and bites your protruding lower lip, pulling at it for a bit before releasing.
He freezes, savoring the faint taste of you on his fangs. His gaze flickers between yours and your reddened bottom lip. Not enough, he determines. The beast within is already eager for more.
You seize the chance to overpower him, shifting your hold on his biceps so that you can twist yourself out of his grasp. In your next move, you hook your leg behind one of his causing the large man to tumble backwards, taking your with him on his descent to the floor. You quickly cage him between your thighs and lock his wrists in yours above his head, smirking proudly down at your prey.
"Who's guard isn't up?" You tease, releasing one of his wrists to mimick his fingergun from earlier. "Kaboom."
Valko just smiles, equally as proud. He can’t resist the urge to tickle your side, poking and prodding with his freed hand. Your giggles feel like a reward he hasn’t earned yet, but he wants to, desperately.
Valko knows he's still got a shot when you zero in on his fangs as he smiles. Having you studying his wolffish features with such adoration makes him feel soft and cuddly. He’d let you inspect all his not-so-human parts for however long you’d like. Map out his body with your hands, lips, tongue, until your scent was all over him. He’d let you bite. Let your dull and harmless teeth sink into his skin, over and over again, until he was certain there would be a mark there the next day.
You subconsciously lick your bottom lip, tracing the lingering phantom indents from his far too gentle bite. Unable to resist anymore, you take your pointer finger and drag it across his fangs, feeling their sharpness when he parts his lips to grant you access.
"I might bite."
"Promises, promises," you sigh, letting your smile grow with his.
Blood rushes to his cheeks, painting them a pretty pink. However, Valko is more concerned with the blood rushing to another part of his body.
Hoping to distract you from the bulge barely concealed by his pants, he bites down on your finger.
Your gasp is far too close to sounding like a moan.
"Fuck," he mumbles, shakily, the pad of your finger now resting on his lip.
The wind picks up, cooling down the sweat on your body and causing goosebumps to erupt on your bare arms. Valko can't feel the cold anymore, not now that he's bathed in your scent and tasting the salt of your skin, with his hard length so close to your core.
"Fuck?" You tease, raising your eyebrows.
"Yeah fu– wait, what? I didn’t–"
His panic is short lived, evaporating as your laughter fills his ears. Valko knows the pink in his cheeks has likely turned into a bright red by now.
He decides it's his turn to take control, rolling you both over so that he’s on top pinning you down. You thrash and pull trying to free yourself, but Valko has your wrists thoroughly pinned and your legs incapacitated, spread wide on either side of his waist.
"Valko," you say sternly, although it comes out more shaky than intended as the cool tile is pressed against your bare back. The thin cotton t-shirt you’re wearing has ridden up and exposed your lower torso to the night. You instinctively arch your back to escape the cold tile, presenting your cold and hardened nipples to the man above you.
"Fuck," he repeats, with conviction, swallowing hard as his gaze shifts to your chest.
"Yeah," you whisper, tilting your head in the opposite direction while trying to remain somewhat calm. You’re just play-fighting, that’s all, right? Then why is your pussy throbbing, wet and warm, begging to be filled. "Fuck."
You exposed your neck to him. Valko can see your pulse, practically feel it, if he counted he’d sure find it above your usual pace. Saliva gathers on his tongue at the delectable sight below him, and he fears his restraint has reached its breaking point.
"Do you, uhm–" he stutters out before all words seem to escape him. His animalistic instincts are screaming, clouding his mind to the point of silencing his human voice. Instead a wolfish growl slips out.
The sound is unexpected, leaving you confused and furrowing your brows silently asking for him to explain.
He can’t. Each quickened breath is accompanied by another soft growl or a low rumble from deep in his chest. He’s blinking rapidly trying to come up with a way to explain himself before your impression of him has been permanently tainted by this strange animalistic outburst.
"You want..?" He manages, before going quiet again. His dick has grown painfully hard within the constrictive material of his jeans. In a moment of weakness while distracted by the ache, his hips roll forward pressing his hard length directly against your core.
You both moan at the sensation before Valko finally finds a moment of clarity and he realizes what he’s done. Wide eyed and apologetic he tries to pull away and releases your wrists. He doesn’t get far when your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him tethered to you and pulling him closer.
"Yes."
Your hands cradle the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him down for a kiss. Its hungry, messy, full of need and desire.
Finally, you feel his fangs on your lip again; a gentle tug, yet you whimper almost pathetically at the mere idea of a proper bite. You can tell by the way he growls, so unrestricted now, that he wants to use more strength too. Like you, he craves the feeling of your skin between his teeth.
With one arm, he continues supporting his weight above you, the other trails down your side before dipping in underneath the hem of your t-shirt. Warm fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh before devoting their attention to your nipple. Valko swallows your little whimpers of appreciation as if they provide sustenance. The only thing being fueled is his own increasingly throbbing need for you.
Tentatively, he rolls his hips again. Your legs are still locked around his waist and you use them to encourage him to continue, pressing your bodies together. Suddenly, you don’t feel cold anymore. Valko’s heat radiates off his skin and engulfs you entirely.
His heat, his scent, his touch – you’re getting lost in it.
"Val… inside," you whisper breathlessly between kisses.
"What? Here?"
"No, I mean we should go inside," you giggle.
The surprised look on his face quickly matches your amused one. His forehead momentarily drops to your shoulder where you feel a breathy laugh hit the side of your neck.
"Alright, hold on tight, babe" he says mischievously, smirking like he’s got some grand plan you’re unaware of.
You barely have time to process what the nickname does to your already rapid pulse before he’s lifting you both off the cold tiled floor. With a shocked gasp you quickly grasp his shoulder and the back of his neck, digging your nails in on accident.
Valko feels the tingle of your human claws claiming him all the way down his spine, nosing the side of your neck appreciatively.
"Bedroom?" he asks, and you point him in the right direction. You’re very eager, and Valko loves it.
He doesn’t take the time to look around. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Your scent is everywhere. Perfume and laundry detergents he recognizes as yours, but also every other layer that is pure you. In here, he’s incapable of ignoring the scent of your arousal which has steadily increased since he arrived. In here it’s magnified.
"Fu-ck, you don’t know what you do to me."
Your back hits the mattress, fast. Tossed into the perfect little nest where your scent is the strongest.
Valko is on top of you mere seconds after, caging you in with his large frame. His hands map all the parts of your body that he can reach. His mouth descends on your chest, lips wrapping around your nipple through your shirt, eagerly sucking and lapping at it with his tongue.
He seems displeased when you shimmy away. Even glancing up at you with furrowed brows and a curl to his lip that almost exposes his fangs, until he realizes that you’re pulling your shirt off. He allows himself a moment to stare before resuming his actions. This time with direct access to your skin. His mouth works one nipple while his hand finds the other, rolling it under the tip of his finger.
Pressure continues to build deep in your core, aching with the need for more contact than his rolling hips are able to provide through clothing. Your hips rise to meet his and Valko takes the opportunity to pull your pajama pants down. Again, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight. Kissing, licking, and biting his way down your belly, golden eyes stay locked on yours.
Valko hooks his fingers into your panties, fighting the urge to simply tear the flimsy material off your body. Even with his restraint, they almost rip from the impatient tugging.
"Oh, you smell so good, babe. I need to taste you."
With a long, slow drag of his tongue, starting at your entrance and ending at your clit, Valko is addicted. There’s nothing slow or patient about how he moves. Licking and sucking like he’s truly starving for it. He starts fucking into you with his tongue, using the strong muscle to taste you properly, while his nose presses into your clit.
"Shit, Valko! Ah!" Your mind can barely keep up with him, but your body doesn’t seem to have that same issue as it races toward your first orgasm. "S-slow down."
He grunts disapprovingly, tightening his grip on your hips when you begin to squirm too much for his liking.
Your hand flies down with the intent of tugging at his plum colored tresses. Instead, your fingers find soft, furry ears atop his head. Glancing down through hazy eyes, you see a tail has sprouted from his rear and is flicking wildly back and forth.
Valko whimpers into your cunt. His body is clearly growing restless, but his eagerness to please and taste you doesn’t falter.
Despite his nearly drunken state and the newness of the situation, Valko reads your body like an open book. His enhanced hearing picks up on how your breathing changes to shallow and strained. The darkness of your bedroom doesn’t hinder his golden eyes from seeing each tiny droplet of sweat that has gathered on your skin. Your strong legs growing tense against his back, thighs closing in on his head keeping him locked against you.
You’re close.
"I’m gonna- I’m coming!"
Your orgasm hits, hard. A string of breathless moans and attempts at forming the shape of Valko’s name echoes in the room, filling his ears with your praises. He relishes in the feeling of your hips rolling against his mouth, using him to ride out your high. When you settle, he switches to gentler kisses and licks, lapping up your arousal like a reward now that he's finally earned it.
You don't have time to process the intense feeling for long. The impatient wolf at the foot of your bed clutches and releases the flesh of your hips, trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, fighting against every fiber of his being telling him to claim.
Propping yourself up on your elbow, you reach down to hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull. Valko crawls over your body, wide eyed and obedient.
He's practically shaking above you. How much he's holding back, you don't know. However, you've realized that you'd prefer if he didn't. If you're going to do this together, you want all of him.
"What do you need?" You question. His lips linger only a few centimeters away from yours, parted and almost quivering with poorly concealed lust. "Whatever you need, take it. I want you to."
He pulls back slightly, shaking his head when he speaks. "Don't say that. You don't know what you're agreeing too."
"Show me."
"I might hurt you," he says, almost like a challenge.
"I'm a capable hunter."
Valko huffs out a laugh, dropping to kiss your collarbone, neck, jaw, before stopping with a teasing graze at the corner of your mouth.
"I know you are, huntress. The beast in me has sensed that about you since we met. No fear, no uncertain moves. You're confident, even when I get close like this..." he whispers, sneaking a hand between your bodies and unbuttoning his jeans. "...which is exactly why it would be dangerous. You're irresistable. If you say I can take, I won't stop taking until I've had my fill."
Valko is right, you don't know what you're agreeing to. A fact that becomes even clearer when you feel his bare cock, warm, thick, and heavy, pressed against your sensitive folds.
You see relief flash in his eyes for a moment before it's consumed by need and instinct. His pupils dilate, enhancing that bright yellow glow in your dimly lit room. A sharp fingernail you're certain was not there before trails up your side. There's not enough pressure to break skin, but enough to leave a pretty, rosy line from your hip to right below your breast.
"You asked for it, babe." Then he stands, shedding the rest of his clothes in the blink of an eye.
You knew Valko was big, obviously. But seeing him naked, all raw muscle and warm flesh, makes your previous assessments feel like a gross underestimation. He must have noticed the shift in your expression as your eyes mapped out his body, the way your breath hitched when they lingered on the impressive length between his legs.
"Scared?" The words are meant to taunt and tease. Valko wants to lure out the huntress, using himself as bait.
He climbs back in bed, trapping you beneath him. An unwilling gasp escapes you when he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, seemingly hitting perfectly every time you try to open your mouth.
"Use your words, huntress."
With a scowl and nostrils flaring slightly, you mutter out, "n-no, I’m not scared."
He chuckles darkly, keeping his gaze locked on yours while slowly dragging his cock down from your clit toward your entrance. Both your breaths hitch when he nudges your hole. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, lust and desire clings to your skin, and Valko seems to have reached his breaking point.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he mumbles against your lips.
You don’t have time to question him. The stretch of his cock slowly sinking into you clouds your mind and overtakes any coherent thought. Its not until Valko’s growls turn into pained grumbles that you’re able to snap back.
"Valko?"
"Sorry, it’s so hard."
"W-what?" You whimper as his body shifts slightly, another couple of centimeters disappearing inside of you.
"You feel so good, babe. You have no idea. I-I cant–"
He pushes forward, sinking every hard inch of himself into your warmth. You whimper, biting your lip through the sting. Valko notices and begins nipping at your lips until your bite relaxes. He kisses you, rolling his hips back and forth a little faster than he would have liked to.
Your participation in the kiss pauses, replaced by heavy panting against his lips. Valko tries to initiate something, but you’re not entirely sure what until he speaks.
"Bite me," he mumbles, pressing his own bottom lip in between yours in an open mouthed kiss. "Bite me instead, babe, please."
You obey, biting down on him like you just did on yourself. It makes him pick up the pace, rolls turn into quick thrusts that reach the deepest parts of you. The sting is still there, but you don’t care anymore.
His lip is released when your moans become too much to contain behind your teeth. Although Valko craves your bite, his alert ears excitedly welcome your unrestrained sounds of pleasure.
Strong hands claim your legs, hoisting them up onto his forearms. The slight change in angle has you seeing stars. His tongue slips out from behind his teeth, happily tasting your skin and drooling onto your neck.
The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and liquid arousal is nearly drowned out by Valko growling and whimpering against you. You can’t see his tail, but you feel the cool winds it creates in quick gusts on your legs. Goosebumps appear, caused by chilled wisps of air or Valko’s heat, maybe both.
"So perfect," he slurs, "my pretty huntress, taking me so well."
Your gummy walls succumbed to his size long ago allowing the tip of his length to kiss the deepest parts of you.
"Val–fuck, you feel so good, Valko."
"I knew you could take it – take me. My capable huntress. Mine."
The claim unlocks something in him; a feeling and instinct he hoped to keep at bay. But then you speak again, and Valko realizes he’s doomed.
"Yours."
His teeth find your neck, biting down into the soft flesh and breaking skin. The taste of metal tingling at the tip of his tongue. Your body goes rigid, nails sinking into his shoulders, and you find yourself falling over the edge before you’ve had time to realize what’s happening.
He holds you through it, only releasing the caught skin to whimper into your ear, "mate, my mate. You’re mine now."
A new stinging sensation blooms at your entrance, the burn much more intense than before. Valko’s lips don’t leave your neck. They linger near his bite where he licks and kisses the wound, mumbling your name between each strained breath.
"You’re my capable huntress, right? You can take it, can’t you?"
You don’t know what he’s talking about until you feel an impossible stretch right before Valko stops moving. He clings to your body, warmth filling your insides as he cums.
Cautiously, he rises from the safety of your neck so that he can check in on you. Some clarity has been regained now that his knot has locked the two of you together.
To his horror, your face depicts ache and discomfort. He ruined it, he went too far. The beast claimed too much of him and now you’re dealing with the consequences.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
He begins licking your cheeks, tasting the salty tears you didn’t know had been spilled. After a brief pause, the licks are replaced by kisses.
"I’m ok," you smile, unconvincingly.
The wounded look on his face breaks your heart. Your palm begins caressing his cheek and he relaxes instantly, seeking your comfort.
"I promise, I’m ok. I just wasn’t expecting that."
"Was it ok?" His human ears have gone bright red. The wolfish pair atop his head lay flat against his hair.
You nod, smiling. This one is bright enough to convince him.
"So… how long do we stay like this?" You question.
The flush spreads to his cheeks.
"A while…" he says, vaguely, after retreating to hide in the crock of your neck.
You can’t help but giggle at him. The large wolf, bashfully seeking shelter in your arms.
"Hey, Valko?"
"Hm?"
"You bit me pretty hard just now, what was that about?"
His eyes go wide. He doesn’t respond with words, instead he sinks even deeper into your embrace and rubs his nose against your skin, leaving your mind to work out why his knot seemed to pulsate when you asked your question.
AN: First time writing Valko and first time knotting lol 👉🏻👈🏻 Hopefully someone will appreciate this even though things are so weird and uncertain rn. Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! If anyone is interested in being added to the taglist, let me know!
summary: in which you tell the lads boys that you haven’t shaved.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), they’re all eaters!!!!!! xavier is silly, zayne has an attitude, rafayel is dramatic, sylus #takesnobullshit, and caleb is strange…mentions of sex/sexual acts, fem terms used (!!!), that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is a silly spur of the moment post so if it’s awful ummmm kill me maybe!!!
a/n: i am not the type to care like At All about body hair in any capacity so i hope this was somewhat entertaining LOL. body hair no body hair anything WTV it’s all natural and all real do whatever you want ok love you bye…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Folding laundry in nothing but one of his more casual shirts, something that looks absolutely massive on you but fits him like a glove. Your shared bed is an organized mess of assorted and categorized folded clothes that you then need to put away into their rightful homes.
But, Sylus? Sylus has other plans when he sees you.
Watching your hips sway, humming some song as you reach for the next item of clothing. Your shirt - his shirt - swishing around your mid-thigh, inching upwards in a way that he swears its the universe teasing him. You don't even flinch when he's sudden engulfing you.
"Thought you were just gonna watch me all day." You murmur, still attempting to fold the pair of jeans you had just tugged from the basket. Arms raised to allow him space as his biceps encircle your middle, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"I could have, but I got too tempted." You laugh, tilting your head into his embrace as you hold the half folded jeans outward. "Too tempted by me just standing here, folding my laundry? That's all it takes?"
You feel something akin to a laugh and a groan swirled into one vibrating your neck. His grip on you tightens just a fraction. "You just have to look at me the right way, sweetie, and I'm done for." You smile then, leaning more of your weight back and turning your head into his.
"Is that so?"
"Sylus...!"
Your neatly folded clothes had been so carelessly discarded, thrown about the bed and floor as if they hadn't been there at all. You were nearly drooling into one of your own cardigans, gripping at the sheets and your sleep shorts for some sort of grounding.
"S-Sylus!" Again, panting his name as he rocked into you. Though, rocking might be too gentle of a term. Every connection had the rigid edges of his prominent hips digging into the plush of your ass, making the skin ripple. The obscene slap echoing the bedroom only added to the dizzying heat building in the depths of your cunt.
"Keep sayin my name, kitten." He was utterly entranced, eye glowing a bright crimson as he stared down to where his cock entered and retracted from your fluttering, leaking cunt. A thick, creamy ring of your mixing arousal building at his base, creating glossy webs over the neatly trimmed hair of his groin.
It made his throat tight, a wave of pure, unadulterated hunger overcoming him. "Sy!" It's a pretty shriek of his name as he nearly collapses on top of you, one knee coming up to brace on the bed as he keeps his other foot planted firmly on the ground.
"Tell me how much you want this." A slurred promise, the addition of his body weight crushing you into the mattress only made your velvety walls clamp down around him harder. "I want this so bad, Sy. D-don't stop, you're making me feel so good...!" His new angle has his hips moving harder, faster, the pleasure making your head spin.
"Cum for me, my pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, I need to feel it." He felt feral. His hands coming up to brace themselves on the mattress by trapping your trembling ones against it. Squeezing your warm skin as a way of encouragement when he felt your cunt spasming around him.
"Please, please... cum for me, baby. Cum, I need you to cum..." he could practically taste your desire to please him. You manage to lift your head up, saliva connecting you to your once clean cardigan. "Kiss me."
A command so simple, and yet Sylus is struggling to resist the throbbing release that nearly got out of him without his permission. Absolutely throbbing between your walls, Sylus is unable to stop his hips. Head falling forward to capture your mouth in a slopping pass of teeth and tongue, spit dribbling down your chins.
You cum then, crying into his mouth and trembling all the same. Hips jerking as if you could ever escape his grasp, with or without his additional body weight for security.
Sylus doesn't take long to follow, not when he nearly lost his cool seconds prior over the simple request for a kiss. You swallow each other's gasps, every little noise that accompanies your orgasms are consumed by the other's mouth. Only separating when you swear black spots are threatening to overcome your vision.
"I love you."
"I love you too, kitten."
Soul was today years old when she realized she could click shift + return to erase the space between paragraphs... I've been on this site for nearly a decade - Soul
Had to filter the Wolf Guy’s name because y’all are acting very stupid over a character. In a game. That was hardly introduced. And writing literal think pieces about.
I was gonna let y’all have Valko/Loca but some players got a little…ahem…weird about it and caused the WHOLE DAMN COMPANY TO RETRACT A WHOLE ASS CHARACTER
Y’all can have him. I feel absolutely no desire to get to know him/interact with him/act as if he’s integral to the plot line
(This could also be my queerness peeking out because I just can’t *be* into someone)
Lads hasn’t been enjoyable for me for awhile
It’s felt very greedy lately. Pull rates are abysmal, Sylus and Caleb are still missing baseline content, the back to back multi banners are giving money grab. It’s been a lot
The economy is bad. I gotta prioritize my income as a whole ass adult and I can’t devote $100+ a banner to a game. And even if I go the f2p route, I simply don’t have the time to farm. Again, fully grown adult with fully grown adult things to do
I adore Zayne and Sylus. I started the game for Sylus. And it was very enjoyable…until the beginning of this year and I felt the shift of having to pull more, Photo booth poses going behind paywalls, the characters actually breaking in game (do y’all get the broken arm glitch?? Caleb and Xavier need a cast atp), and the game itself crashing.
It feels almost out of character for MC to be with Valko but take this with a grain of salt…I haven’t even come close to finishing the main story line …
OVERALL, I haven’t enjoyed the game for some time now and fully skipped this film multiple times banner because I’m so disheartened by Infold and may be pulling away from the game more.
