I suppose that I should do the pinned post thing now that I’m posting writing things.
My name is Fire, but I will respond to other parts of my username. My pronouns are she/her. I’m also demi, and that will come through in my writings.
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Yes, I write self inserts. I’m too old to care about cringe.
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synopsis: a wolf feels guilty he missed your birthday, and wants to come over to celebrate.
wc: 1k
a/n: my birthday was yesterday and we still have no valko :( anyways this is for all my july babies.
The day didn't just magically pass by without anyone noticing.
No, that wasn't it. It had simply passed by.
Quietly.
No one meant to forget- of course not. That was not it at all.
You had strangers congratulate you (though you had worn a sash).
Your father had given you well wishes before work (he didn't come home till much later).
Your family had gotten you new headphones to replace the ones you had lost at the beach (and you were grateful, immensely).
Indeed, no one really meant to forget, outside of your family that is.
Life had just moved on.
It was hard to describe how you felt in a way that felt honest. It's not like you didn't get a present, didn't go out or even didn't get a cake. You got to hang out, hell, you did what you wanted, but something was off. It felt like you had forced everyone to enjoy your day….
And of course, waiting on a "Happy Birthday" from your friends had been…fruitless, more or less.
You had even hinted at it. Had a stupid count down on your instagram that you noticed no one clicked "remind me on" and everything.
Tried to? You weren't great at socializing.
So when the day rolled around, it wasn't too surprising that no one you had actualy wanted to hear from said anything, but it still felt bad.
At least, until your phone buzzed while you were halfway through eating your free birthday cake from your local bakery (that, mind you, you had to pull 5 emails to prove that you were owed said freebie).
Valko: Are you busy?
You frowned, swallowing thickly.
You: Depends.
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately, and its dissapearance just as fast.
Again.
Can I come over?
About 30 minutes later, there was a hesitant knock. You opened the door to find Valko standing there with one hand buried in his pocket, the other holding a rather limp bouquet, suggesting he ran all the way to your place from wherever he had been. Some of the petals were even missing.
He looked….nervous.
Which was strange. Valko was many things. Occaisonally awkward? Sure. A genius? Absolutley. But nervous?
That usually wasn't one of them.
"…Hi."
"Hi."
"…Everything okay?"
He nodded once. Then shook his head.
"I…" he exhaled through his nose, handing you the flowers. His face cringed as more petals and leaves hit the floor before looking back at you. "Can- May I come in first?"
You stepped aside, holding the flowers. An ant was on a stem. You flick it off.
He wandered into your apartment like he had forgotten how legs worked, stopping near the island.
Silence.
You leaned against the counter.
"So?"
Another silence. Then,
"Yesterday was your birthday."
You blinked. Is that why he was here? "…Yeah."
"I didn't know."
"Oh."
"I found out this morning."
"…Oh."
" I would've said something- I- I tried to get better flowers but that's all they had."
You smile faintly. "I know- that you would have said something, I mean."
"I missed it."
"It was one day."
"It mattered."
His answer came too quickly, as if he hadn't meant to say that out loud. The room fell quiet once again as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I just…" Valko looked anywhere except you, eyes on the blue and yellow umbrella toy your nephew left behind yesterday. "I kept thinking about you yesterday."
You tilt your head. "What about it?"
"I was answering emails. In meetings. You were probably…I don't know," he laughed under his breath. "Having cake. Getting calls."
You snort. "I didn't buy a cake. I had a freebie though."
"…"
"I went out for lunch and collected my freebies from my emails."
"…"
"I even went to bed at 10 cause I wasn't feeling great."
He stared. "….That was your birthday?"
"Pretty much."
You watched as something in his expression changed. Not pity, but not something smaller. "So…you spent it alone?"
"Not exactly. Just family."
"So…no friends."
"I didn't mind. I don't really mind being alone, Valko."
"That's different."
You looked at him for a second before opening your fridge, grabbing the premade coffee. "Is it?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket. "I know I got you the flowers but, I did stop somewhere else."
He set a small paper bag on the counter. It wasn't wrapped. Inside sat a slice of strawberry shortcake, with a single candle sitting crookedly on top.
A single candle.
Still in the plastic sleeve.
You looked up. "…Valko,"
"I know it's late."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
His voice stayed soft. "I didn't like the idea of your birthday ending with leftovers."
Your chest tightened, but you laughed anyway. "I like leftovers."
"I don't."
"You weren't even there."
"I know."
"…"
"…I wish I had been."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. He froze. You did too. Neither of you spoke only until after several painfully long seconds. He cleared his throat.
"…Can I still…?"
He awkwardly lifted the cake, fixing the candle to sit straight, his free hand grabbing a lighter from his pocket. "Even if it's technically the day after?"
You looked from him to the tiny slice to the candle, then back at the man who looked like he was genuinley worried you'd say no.
"…Yeah, yeah. Go ahead."
Valko's shoulders visibly relaxed. The lighter took a couple tries to actually hold a flame, and he lit the candle, a small smile tugging at his lips, canines poking out.
"Do I sing?"
"…Yes please."
You listen to him, not even realizing you're wiping your eyes cause you feel them watering. When he's done, he holds it out to you, still in his hands. You close your eyes, puffing your cheeks out when you blow the flame out.
"…Did you wish for anything?"
"I can't tell you."
"I know. I hope it comes true anyways."
You look down at the cake. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For remembering."
He smiled sadly. "I didn't. I remembered a day late."
"That still counts."
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you grabbed two forks from the drawer. "You staying?"
"If you'll have me."
"I wasn't going to enjoy the slice by myself." You hand him the second fork.
Outside, life kept moving…
Inside, your birthday was already over.
synopsis: What happens when you're the only one cumming?
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: just straight fucking lmao, edging (male), reader is a bad bitch
a/n: I said I would start writing multi's...I hope you enjoy!!
Zayne
It's one of Zayne's favourite's.
I mean, it's yours too. After all, he gets so loud when you're on top, even more so when you're in reverse, and he gets the perfect view of your back and ass.
"Fuck..." Zayne groans as you rock back and forth, back arched prettily. Your whole body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way. God, you really needed to do this more often.
You can't help but glance over your shoulder, clenching at the sight of him. His brows are knit in pleasure, head tossed back as he moans.
So pretty. Just as pretty as he'd been all of last week when he hadn't let you cum.
The thought alone makes you smirk. I mean, did he really think you were going to reward him for being such a hardass? Some genius.
"G-getting close?" Zayne sucks in a breath, feeling your upcoming orgasm in the way you start moving faster, hips slamming down on him relentlessly. You moan when his fingers reach around to find your clit, circling tightly until you cry out, vision going white as you cum hard around his cock.
He's panting behind you, waiting the torturous time for you to recover, to keep moving. Zayne's a gentleman, so he won't rush you, even though he's painfully close to bursting.
You slip off his cock with ease, biting back a laugh when you hear him involuntarily whimper at the loss of your warmth. When you slip off the bed, still not sparing him a glance, he pipes up.
"Are you taking a break?" He questions, sitting up and watching you carefully. You turn and smile, shaking your head with mischief in your eyes.
"Nope, just going to shower."
"You're not..." Zayne trails off, truly baffled at this turn of events. Perhaps he'd catch on quicker if the blood was in his brain, not his cock.
"Going to help you finish? Now why would I do that?"
Sylus
You love kissing Sylus.
He's just so good at it. I mean, you'd think he would have at least one flaw, but nope. Just perfect. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you just wanted to piss him off just to see what he would do.
Sorta like tonight.
"O-oh fuck!" You gasp, hands braced against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Sylus is laid back, the picture of sex on a stick as he watches you, hands guiding your hips.
"Feeling good, sweetie?" He leans up to kiss you once more, smiling when you moan into it. It's a sloppy, messy kiss, but it only turns you on more.
"Y-yeah! God you're-you're so big." You wish you were exaggerating for the sake of his ego. Unfortunately for you, his ego was well earned. Sylus's cock was a thing to behold, and the son of a bitch knew it. Every time you struggled to sink down on it, he'd smile that same cocky smile that just made you want to punch him.
"I'm-I'm close!" You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as you rock against him faster. He hums, eye burning bright red as your sheer desire overwhelms every one of his sense.
"Cum." He murmurs, smiling when you do it immediately. That stupid smile.
You're happy to see it falter when you sigh dramatically, rising off of his leaking cock and moving to get out of bed. A hand grabs your wrist, his brow raised.
"Forgetting something, sweetie?" He asks as if he truly thinks you're forgetting about him, and his orgasm.
"Hmm I don't think so. I mean, I came. So we're done, right?" You lean in to peck his cheek sweetly. He accepts it, but in a flash your bodies are flipped. Sylus pins you to the mattress, a grin splitting his face.
"I don't think we're done yet, kitten. If anything, you should cum a few more times. Right?"
Valko
Maybe it was mean.
Okay, it was definitely mean. Valko was such a softie, just the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. Teasing him like this might be going a little too far, but isn't that what girlfriends are for?
"Please-please..." Valko whines into your mouth, holding you so close that instead of bouncing on his cock, you're really just grinding your hips against his.
"I-I know baby." You murmur, chest pressed against his so tight that it makes it a little hard to breath. He's working on his strength control after all.
"Feels-feels so good. You're so perfect." Praises fall from his lips every moment. His amber eyes might as well have hearts for pupils with the way he's looking at you, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Well, his tail isn't out right now.
"You're-you're sweet too honey. God I-I'm close!" You gasp, managing to snake a hand between your bodies to circle your clit. Valko takes your nipple in his mouth, sharp canines scraping against it and making pleasure shoot through your spine. It's evil, how good he is at this.
But not as evil as you're about to be.
"God!" You nearly scream as you cum, head tossed back. Valko gasps at the sensation, not quite there yet. But you know he won't be far behind, so you have to act quickly, despite the aching in your legs from his unbelievable size.
You slip out of bed, but he immediately moves to follow you, frowning the moment he isn't touching you.
"Where-where are you going?" He pouts, trying to grab you. You do your best to act nonchalant, avoiding his sweet, pleading gaze.
"Just to shower! Is something wrong?"
"I...no. I guess not." He pulls a pillow in front of his cock, though you note that it's the pillow you sleep on, and his hips have already begun to buck into it.
"Well, alright! I'm gonna shower okay?"
"Wait! Can...can I join?"
"...Alright. Come on babe. You can finish in the shower."
