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twenty mdni

[grlpartdoll]

hi. im cyrein, you can call me cy

here's a little mini master list of all my works. …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

for any requests & asks about my dumb little drabbles, please refer to this post. and even if you just want to chat, my ask box is always open. <3

COD CHARACTERS.

• toxic!simon

> part1 (AND the alternative, "what-if" part 2 with the reader who ends up with Soap)

• bodyguard!simon & his famous little lamb & the documentary cameras.

> false alarm

> sickness

> backstage

> the start of it all

> not-so false alarm

• tiny town pillars of the community 141 x runaway reader [DISCONTINUED]

> introduction

> meeting the pub owner

> scorched

> sunshine

• simon & his bitchy little girlfriend.

> drabble 1

> drabble 2

ACOTAR CHARACTERS.

• azriel flourishing for you.

> part 1

• poly!batboys and their silk girl

> part 1

> part 2

> part 3

> part 4

> part 5

> part 6

> part 7

CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS.

derek!morgan x autistic!little reader

> drabble one

> drabble two

> drabble three

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE CHARACTERS.

valko

> headcanons 1

[gxtitobxby]

cnc w dadbf!robby and he’s fucking your mouth over the edge of the bed and he’ll make you hold his dick inside all warm and snug in your throat until you’re kicking your feet gasping for air around his thickness all while he groans and slides in even deeper “yeah keep kicking those little feet, honey. tighten up so fuckin’ good”

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Oof thinking about sexy onlyfans guy with a monster cock who only sells vids of himself jerking off and groaning with his deep voice. He never collabs even tho he has hundreds of offers from other onlyfans models who want a piece of him. His career skyrockets within just a few months and his subs are BEGGING to see him collab with a woman so they can imagine themselves having sex with him.

He caves, promises he'll make a collab video soon. Onlyfans models are spreading rumors that they'll be collabing with the legend himself, but they all go silent when he posts a three hour sex tape of him fucking you, his chubby girlfriend.

[polkedot]

੭꣒ ˖ ❛ bf!langdon who takes the phrase “kiss and makeup” a little too seriously.

c.ws :: mdni , smut , slight degradation , missionary so you can continue arguing , dirty talk.

"stop being so fucking mad at me." frank grumbles out from above, driving the point home by grinding his cock in deeper inside you. your thighs quiver despite yourself where they're hooked around his waist, lewd slapping noises permeating the room just to tease you. “i said sorry an hour ago.”

you keep turning your face, trying to angle it out of reach, or at least force the fury back into your expression. you can’t fight the scrunch of pleasure that crosses your face, however. he can see that too. the grudge held like a stone dam, meant to keep your pride immune and well guarded from the way he's fucking you into the mattress. but it never works.

"m’not-"

"you are." he nips at your shoulder, voice muffled. "you keep clenching up when i talk.” his hips rear back steadily, a wet squelch sounding from where you're joined, then he sinks back in with a grunt of effort. "except down here."

the truth stings worse than the fight itself: frank knows you like the back of his hand. the front and back. he knows exactly how to fuck you until your resentment feels misplaced and petty.

hands that had been pushing against his chest find the silky sheets instead, clutching tight.

"it was a stupid fight," he pushes in again, slowly, allowing you to relish in the thick ridge and veins dragging along your walls while he explains the situation to you.

"and you know it." pride makes you not answer, of course, the only thing you can manage is a soft whine.

"sweetheart," he sighs. "you really gonna let me cum in this pussy while you're busy pretendin' to hate me?" you blink up at him in silent retort. defiance radiating from every inch of your face.

"mmm." the man even has the audacity to pinch the bridge of his nose, like you're the one being unreasonable. like he’s not currently balls deep. "always so fucking stubborn." he reaches between your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit. "you think i like walking out?"

rage bubbles back up your throat at once, rolling your eyes with the little attitude you had remaining. "you slammed the door — our door — and left."

"you knew damn well i'd come back…” he grunts, not missing a beat to retort. an especially brutal thrust has you seeing stars. "you’re a smart girl, stop acting stupid, yeah?" you try to hitch your hips, to hurry him along but he only holds you down, eyes narrowing.

"go ahead and scream all you want, curse me out, break something if you need to. but don't fall asleep hating me.” he rambles on, shaking his head faintly. “can’t take that shit."

your words come out sharp, bitter once you find your voice. "so what’s your plan, fuck me into forgiveness?”

there's no hesitation in him when a toothy grin splits across his face, "there you go. if we fight in the morning? before work? fine. but if we're sharing a bed like this, we fix it before we close our eyes. understood?" no thought forms twice before your head's nodding stupidly, not an ounce of resistance (or dignity) left in you as he sinks back in.

"good girl, now be sweet to me while i cum."

[pinkandblueblurbs]

frank saying “think daddy’ll let me have your ass? hm? bet he will if i ask him nice enough” stop because the idea of frank having to ask permission to fuck your ass because that’s probably robby’s favorite. that’s DADDY’s hole

18+ mdni EEEE YES this is exactly what i was picturing!! daddy’s hole… jesus fucking christtttt

like yeah you best believe that whenever dp is happening robby’s getting your ass….

but also!! i feel like he ends up making frank ask permission to do anal it always leaves you floaty n needy and wanting daddy <3 daddy’s hole FR!!!

like robby’d be unwinding after a shift and suddenly a teary little girl would be appearing at the foot of his bed, naked from the waist down, whining “daddy” then crawling right into his lap before he can even say anything…

“Sweetheart—“ he’s cut off with a grunt as you collapse against his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. you whimper softly and he can already feel the wet spot forming on his boxers from the cum that’s trickling out of your ass n down your leg. robby sighs as his hands stroke up and down the skin of your back n thigh. “Jesus, hon.” robby gently eases your knees apart to get a look at you, clit all puffy n sensitive and pussy sticky from the wetness that had gathered there only to be ignored. Robby scoffs and shakes his head.

You both hear Frank’s voice calling your name from down the hall. Then he appears in the doorframe, and when he sees where you ended up he looks somewhere between caught and exasperated. “Baby, I told you to stay put till I came back to clean you up.”

You just shrug and rest your head against robby’s shoulder, your fingers dancing between playing with his necklace n trailing through the the curls on his chest. robby holds out his hand.

“Gimme that.”

Frank steps closer to deposit the damp cloth in Robby’s hand. Robby cleans you up with quick, gentle precision, murmuring a low “Easy” when you jolt at the brief contact to your swollen clit. He looks at Frank with a raised brow.

“You make her cum?”

“Of course.” Frank scoffs, a bit offended. Robby squints at him. Frank’s expression sobers. “I did. Eventually.” He reaches out to pet your hair. “Rubbed your clit just the way you like, right princess?”

You smile and hum. Robby scoffs.

“I don’t want you to do this again.”

Frank blinks at him. “What, make her cum?”

“No, this. Fuck her ass by yourself on a random Tuesday.”

Frank’s lips part slightly as his jaw slackens. He’s quietly shocked for a moment before he speaks. “A random Tues— so what, anal’s a weekend thing now? Some kind of special occasion?”

“I’m saying you have to ask me.” Robby clarifies. He shoots Frank a look from behind his glasses, almost daring him to argue. Frank doesn’t— he just stares back at him— but Robby can tell he wants to, and that’s enough for the older man to keep talking. “Look at her. If you can’t handle how she gets afterwards—“

“I can handle her—“

Robby puts up his hand and Frank stops talking, even though that clearly struck a nerve.

“It has nothing to do with your competence.” Robby says evenly. Almost reassuringly. Frank’s shoulder’s relax again. “If you can’t handle how she gets afterwards because she ends up wanting me, then I need to give the go ahead. I don’t always wanna deal with a crybaby and cold cum on my boxers on my night off just so you can take her up the ass.”

Frank’s jaw twinges slightly.

“Frank. Are we clear?”

“Yeah.” Frank murmurs, nodding. “We’re clear.” He crawls into bed beside robby and starts petting your head before pinching your cheek gently. His lips curl into a teasing grin. “God, baby, why do you have to be such a daddy’s girl?”

[wetheurban]

Reframe: There is so much happiness in letting go.

[grlpartdoll]

I want everyone to know that i officially blocked my three year long situationship who was making me suicidal yesterday. Finally. I dont know how to feel but its a step in the right direction.

[aphydiite-hiatus]

𑣲 utterly adored. ┊ valko.

#bringbackvalko ⠀•⠀ Minors DNI !⠀•⠀Reblogs appreciated ! ──⠀ cw. this was not supposed to end up a grinding and val cumming in his pants thing but i wrote this while drinking so (shrugs). no prns / body used for reader. sub leaning and good boy valko <3 srry gang i don't have much experience writing frottage/dry humping fics but the coochie had a vision and who am i to oppose

ok thats enough of being drunk and depressed 🚬🚬🚬 time to get off my ass, bc they are NOT taking this dog from me

⠀ ⠀"What are you—? Haah—"

 ⠀⠀ He's cute. He is so, so cute. Your big, sweet wolf practically melting under your hands and your kisses and the downwards grind of your hips— how are you not supposed to adore him? Your fingers run across his chest and his shoulders greedily, reveling in the heat under your fingertips. His soft whines fill the air, only contested by the loud thump thump thump of his tail smacking eagerly against the carpet.

 ⠀⠀ "I'm not complaining," Valko starts above you, breath already labored and a ruddy blush across his face. He looks good enough to eat. "But where is this coming from? I thought I was supposed to be the animal here."

 ⠀⠀ You hum, giving the junction of his shoulder and neck one last nip, teasingly grinding down on the prominent tent of his sweats. "No reason," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his nose, then between his brows above the frame of his illegally cute glasses. "You're just cute, is all. Problem?"

 ⠀⠀ "No, but if you keep this up, I'm not gonna— fuck—"

 ⠀⠀ Valko cuts himself off with another whine as your hips begin to pick up movement again, the heat between your legs grinding deliberately against his hardening cock. His aborted thrusts try to meet you, instinctive and increasingly desperate as he tries to chase the friction. It's enough to make you grin.

 ⠀⠀ "Just let go, baby. " Your lips meet his in a kiss. He deepens it in an instant, tongue licking your lips as he whines into your mouth. The sound grows as you grind him with more force, gasping into the kiss yourself.

 ⠀⠀ Big, warm hands find your hips— neither guiding nor pulling, but holding on. His trembling grip only makes you more eager to please.

 ⠀⠀ It's not long before you bring your attention back to Valko's neck, planting a myriad of kisses and dark marks there. The kisses are stark against his skin, darkening into marks that you know will climb above the collar of his tailored suit tomorrow. The thought of it— this tall, imposing man walking into the building of his company sporting your marks and your scent makes heat pool in your belly.

 ⠀⠀ Is this what goes through his head when he scents you? Maybe he’s rubbed off on you more than you thought.

 ⠀⠀ "You're so cute." it just slips out of you— a murmur dripping with adoration.

 ⠀⠀ Valko whines even louder when a hand goes to the crown of his head, scratching at the base of those soft fluffy wolf ears. The wag of his tail grows strong enough that it's practically whipping up a storm. His hips are grinding right back against you, the stain of his precum growing on the front of his sweat— his cock is achingly hard under the fabric, twitching each time you rub yourself against him.

 ⠀⠀ He's so damn warm underneath you, desperate and whining as he chases the pleasure of the friction, driven by his baser instincts. But he's being so good too— his hands hadn't once tugged or pulled you, letting you set the pace as you'd like.

 ⠀⠀ What a good puppy.

 ⠀⠀ The poor wolf's eyes are practically molten gold when you meet his gaze— swimming with desire and drunk on the pleasure of your scent, the pleasure of your body pressed up against his.

 ⠀⠀ "What a good boy," you coo, delighting in the way he gasps your name. "D'you wanna cum, baby?"

 ⠀⠀ "Please," he whines, and you can feel his cock twitch even through the ruined fabric. It must be so hard now— blushing red at the head, thick and heavy, practically dripping with precum. Pert of you wishes you could see it, could taste it. He's always tasted so good.

 ⠀⠀ "Go on then, puppy," you purr. “You can cum.”

 ⠀⠀ With the hand still in his hair, you guide Valko's face to bury in your neck— he needs little encouragement, all but shoving his nose against your pulse in a hearbeat, drinking in your scent like a man starved. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts pick up and his hands tighten on you as his restraint finally begins to crack in the face of his looming orgasm. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric is loud— but still drowned out by his breathless pants.

 ⠀⠀ You can't fight back the grin as he laps at your neck, sweet even as he coaxes your scent forward. Cute, cute, cute.

 ⠀⠀ Emboldened, he begins to guide your hips with his hands, using his strength to pull you back into each desperate grind of his hips. Each movement makes him whine into your neck, makes him twitch underneath you, his fingers tightening and then loosening.

 ⠀⠀ It doesn't take long before he's tensing beneath you, teeth finding the curve of your shoulder on instinct as a low, rough groan leaves him, his hips giving small jerks as he rides out his high. Valko's tail tenses for a moment before going right back to wagging— a bit slower now, tired, but delighted nonetheless.

 ⠀⠀ He's whining a little into your skin, licking where he had bitten as if in apology. Valko's grip keeps you seated on his lap and the wetness of his cum staining his sweats— unapologetic and warm.

 ⠀⠀ Even after all that, you can feel that his cock is still half-hard, still eager for anything else you wanted to give him. Still twitching with each deep breath he takes of your scent.

 ⠀⠀ "Good boy, Valko," you murmur into his soft hair, and the sound that escapes him just makes you want to ruin him again.

[nanaqinli]

Texts w Valko <3

notes: mostly sfw, slightly suggestive. my first smau!!! it's just a small test, lmk how i did please go easy on me thank uuu ^^

[sweetcalebb]

ᯓ★ your scent turns valko on at the worst times:: PT 2

₊˚⊹ᰔ summary: you take your poor boyfriend to the bathroom for a quickie <3

part 1 here!!

"You're insane. My family is right outside," Valko huffed, but he still let you push him up against the wall and unfasten his belt.

"You're the one that's had a boner for five minutes and keeps giving me puppy eyes," you countered, your eyes flicking up to his as you tugged his jeans down.

His ears flattened against his head, a small blush spreading across his face.

It was so odd seeing him like this—all flustered. If you did this anywhere else—in his office, in the middle of a party, during one of his calls—he'd be losing his mind. Now, he was being all shy.

"I'm just taking care of my puppy."

His cheeks grew even hotter at the pet name. "You're a tease."

"You like it," you replied, smiling when his jeans hit the floor with a quiet fwump, leaving him in just his boxers.

You palmed him through the fabric, feeling the way he was practically leaking through. "All this from just smelling me?"

You didn't know what came over you. You were at his family home for fuck sake, but something about Valko made you stupid and vice versa.

"Yeah. Just… just be quick."

"Mhmm."

You took him out of his boxers. There was a bead of moisture welling at the tip, his length twitching with a desperate need for release.

You started careful, trying to catch the right rhythm. When you found it, he let out a half whine, half groan into your shoulder. "Yeah, just like that."

He gripped your hand, forcing you to squeeze him tighter. "Faster. Please."

You obliged, keeping your gaze on his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders tensing at the stimulation.

"Feels good?" you cooed.

He bit back a small whimper. "Yeah—feels really good. Don't stop—" His tilted his hips, chasing the friction of your hand.

Your palm was growing slick with his mess, his stomach dipping every time your fingers grazed over that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. "Right there, right there—Fuckk," he gasped, his voice strained.

The rhythmic thump thump thump of his tail filled the quiet room. His ears twitched, the sensation of you fisting his cock making his vision blur for a second.

You felt as his free hand shot out to grip the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a messy kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his dick twitching in your grip.

He'd been sitting in the living room for several minutes, trying to will his boner away. Every time he shifted, his jeans rubbed against his dick in a way that made heat twist in his gut. Now that you were touching him, it felt too good. You drove him to the edge embarrassingly fast.

"You're right there, aren't you, puppy?"

Valko gave a needy nod. "Yeah, I am. Hnngh… Make me cum. Please make me cum." He shoved his face in your neck, inhaling shakily, his hips stuttering into your fist.

He was desperate, his breath uneven. You felt the base of bit cock starting to swell. You probably should've stopped at the point, but you didn't.

Valko gave a few more frantic thrusts into your hand before he was coming with a whine. Your fist was covered in hot, pearly strings of his release.

He stayed in your neck for a minute before pulling back to look between your bodies. "Fuck…" he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut with an irritated sound.

You followed his gaze downward and— "Oh, shit." The thing about werewolves—quickies usually didn't solve their problems. If anything, it only made the problem… bigger. His knot had swelled, pulsing in rhythm with his ragged breath, even more unsatisfied than before. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot—"

Valko groaned, his ears pinned back against his head as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the top of your head. "It's fine." But his tail flicked behind him, more wired than before. "Now, instead of uncomfortably sitting in the living room, I can uncomfortably sit in the bathroom."

You blinked up at him, your lips pursed in a frown. "Val, I totally forgot your dick does… you know, that."

He let out a strained laugh. "Yeah. I did too for a second."

"…Want me to stay..?"

"Please don't. Just looking at you is making me lose my mind. Just wash your hands and go back."

"Val—"

"Seriously," he huffed, his voice caught between a grunt and a whine. "You're gonna make me hard again."

"Okay, okay!"

"And be cool."

"Okay."

a/n: okayy. anyway, i'm still working on my other requests :) working out with him is next!

[grlpartdoll]

this morning im having brownies 4 valko. i miss you and love u my husband

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Do you think Robby is super strict about his cum going go waste (needing his girl to swallow) or does he like to see his girl’s face absolutely covered with it

yes…. omg yes… he only cums on your face as a punishment bc he makes it soooo humiliating :( “there we fuckin’ go,” growled so low as he shoots his first rope across your cheek, “if you wanna act nasty then you’re gonna be treated nasty, sweetheart.” by the time he’s done you’re covered and he’s looking down at you like you’ve been ruined :(( clicks his tongue in condescending disapproval when your tongue darts out to collect some that landed on your lip, and he fully reaches two long fingers inside your mouth to scrape it off the soft muscle— “ah ah, daddy’s cum only belongs inside good girls.”

n when he wants to see your face painted in cum just to appreciate the visual, he just makes frank do it instead <3

[calebunny]

Valko liked falling asleep with it still inside

You stirred awake to a warm hand caressing your bare skin. With your back pressed flush against his chest, you felt him tighten his grip, pulling you even closer into himself with an arm around your waist. 

“Ko…” you murmured, still caught in sleep.

“Mmhhhhm,” his voice rumbled against your skin, heavy and thick with exhaustion, sending a wave of goosebumps trailing down your neck. 

A lazy roll of his hips made you both wince softly as the angle of him caught against your walls. Your hole was still sore from last night, after you both fell asleep with him knotted inside you for hours. 

“Good mornin,’ pretty girl,” he muttered, pressing slow, sleepy kisses into the sensitive curve of your neck. You let out a soft hum of contentment, melting back into him. 

Without warning, though, his fingers curled around your hip and tugged you back onto his cock. “Ah–”

“Shh,” he breathed against your ear. “Go back to sleep, pup. Let me use you for a bit.”

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.

“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“

Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.

A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.

“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“

He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.

“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.

His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.

“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.

You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.

“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…

“Valko- can't- no more-“

His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“

Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.

Then something big started pressing at your entrance.

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.

His tail wagged harder.

[silverlullabies]

Pornstar!Simon who’s been told he can’t fuck you anymore because the way you sound when he’s inside you makes every other costar you’ve had in the past look bad.

The Director pulling him aside with the footage still looping on the monitor, voice low, telling him it was obvious your moans dripping out wet and broken were real in a way you’ve never given the cameras before, obvious now that every gasp and whimper you’d faked with the others was thin and breathy and hollow compared to this and your former costars were bound to complain.

Said it made the lads before him look like they couldn’t even get you properly wet, let alone fuck the sense out of you. Said pairing you with Ghost again was asking for trouble. Too risky. Too fuckin’ real.

Swinging the monitor around to show Ghost the way he had angled his hips so the camera caught his cock stretching your silky cunt half an hour before, thick enough that your walls flutter around him without any acting, slick spilling out around the base every time he bottomed out.

Your fingers scrabbling along the bed every time he ground himself down, too fucked out to really run from the pleasure the way you wanted to, body shaking brain reduced to static goo.

You having a hard time remembering the scripted words you were given, eyes rolling in your sockets, little whimpers and moans punched out “hn-hn-hn-“ every time his hips met yours and the head of his cock kissed your cervix.

Ghost cooing down at you when you miss your cue for the third time, hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other kept your thigh shoved wide, voiced amused when he asks “wha’s amatter? Cat got your tongue, dove?”

Ruined any possibility of you answering when he fucked you deep, making your cunt visibly pulse around him on the monitor, arousal drooling down his balls.

You tried. You really did. You mouth opened, some broken attempt at the first word, but it dissolved into another punched out moan the second he angled just right, letting the camera see the way your eyes rolled in their sockets.

His thumb stroking once over your clit, almost gentle, almost fond. “Tha’s it,” he murmured, “take it. Fuckin’ take it.”

Another missed cue. Another low, rough chuckle. He didn’t really give you room to think. Just kept you pinned and full and dripping while the cameras roled and the script stayed forgotten on the floor somewhere behind the lights.

The director was still talking but Ghost wasn’t listening, instead, just reached over and rewound the tape instead. Watched the part where you tried to speak again. Watched the way your body gave out for him and only him. Watched his own hand on the screen, thumb stroking your clit.

He hit play once more. Let it loop. Thumb hovering over the button, already deciding he didn’t give a fuck what the director had to say about it, he was gonna fuck you again no matter what.

[lcqra]

we’re just watching a movie . . . right?

the dim glow of the tv flickers across your face. your eyes begin to squint, and you’re doing your best to keep up with the movie, fighting the urge to fall asleep. meanwhile, comfortably sprawled out behind you, valko’s pushed up against your much smaller frame, one arm being used to prop his head up as he pays close attention to the tv, while the other arm is occupied by you, his hand absentmindedly tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

every now and then, you sneak occasional glances at him, watching the way his expression changes throughout each scene that plays, and so far, you’ve been able to do it each time unnoticed.

just as you’re about to steal another glance, his eyes meet yours. he’s looking directly at you, and you freeze. you’ve been caught.

“something wrong? you’re staring…” he questions, his brows furrowing slightly.

before speaking up, as you’re looking back at him, you notice the change in his demeanour. valko often tends to be very expressive, and because of this, you always seem to know exactly what he’s thinking.

you sit up and grab his face. “you make the weirdest faces when you watch movies.” you giggle, pinching his cheeks.

“i do?” he raises a brow and huffs to himself, acting all bothered, but he’s not. of course he’s not. nothing you do could ever bother him.

“yes, you do. your face gives everything away, it makes you easy to read.” you tease, moving a hand to pinch his nose, but before you could, he swiftly wraps his muscular arms around you, trapping you impossibly closer to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck like a needy puppy.

suddenly, he nips at your neck, leaving behind a sharp sting as he pulls away.

“ow! valko—“

his playful expression softens, and for a brief moment, uncertainty flashes across his face. something more vulnerable. “does it bother you?” he interrupts, lifting his head up to look at you. he gently places his fingers below your chin, lifting it and forcing you to look directly at him.

“no… it doesn’t.” you mumble, his question not clicking.

he moves his fingers from your chin to a strand of hair laid against your forehead. he twirls the strand around his finger for a short while, then tucks it behind your ear. “so, you wouldn’t mind if i carried on? if i showed you just how i feel?”

he stares at you with those puppy eyes he usually uses when he wants something from you, while you, on the other hand, give him a disoriented look. completely oblivious to the real meaning behind his suggestion, you nod and agree.

without a second thought, once given the green light, he effortlessly flips you over. his muscular build now caging you beneath him. you gasp at the sudden movement, but you’re quick to be silenced when valko desperately leans down and presses his lips against yours.

you instinctively shut your eyes and kiss him back, attempting to match his rhythm, but it’s no use. he’s rough, needy, sloppy even. he kisses you with such harshness that you’re having trouble catching your breath. yet, you seem to love it.

he subconsciously grinds against you, your pyjama shorts riding up in response, and you begin to notice the evident bulge growing within his sweats, demanding for more.

“i’ll show you just how ‘expressive’ i can be…”

and the next thing you know, the movie has ended.

first post, kinda nervous… but hope whoever sees this enjoys it as much as i enjoyed writing it ᰔ.

[grlpartdoll]

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