summary: in which you tell the lads boys (who are your controversially close bffs) that you were cheated on.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: all of the guys are lovely and want you…that’s kinda the whole thing i fear. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), mentions of cheating (obvi), perhaps minor indications of violence…but that’s it (i think).
p.s. i cannot stop making xavier use the sun emoji so like sorry but also not rlly that much bc it’s too fucking funny to me
a/n: should i make this one a series let me know…hehe…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
sum. The lads men telling you how much of a pretty girl you are. (early-relationship.)
notes. Thank u to the anon who suggested this, and the anons who told me to use tumblr website so i can put more than 10 images!!! No warnings for this one, pure fluff, kinda suggestive for xavier. Enjoy as always!
valko who can’t hide the thumping of his tail as it wags after you confess to him.
you were sitting quietly with your heart in your stomach as you waited for his response.
you didn’t mean for it to come out when it did, it just happened. you couldn’t even blame it on alcohol, you only had one drink hours prior.
the two of you were sat next to each other, both of you no longer focused on the card game in front of you.
all you could hear was the music playing softly in the background, valko’s rhythmic tapping on the couch had stopped almost immediately after those words left your mouth.
you watched his eyes widen at your words and his mouth opens but he doesn’t say anything for a moment.
you’re certain he’s about to reject you and you look away from him, not daring to look, until you hear it.
soft thuds hitting the couch.
you look back over at valko and your eyes find the source of the noise.
he’s wagging his tail.
you raise your eyebrows in surprise and his cheeks immediately redden, a blush taking over all of his face.
he stares back at you like he’s surprised and you both burst out laughing.
he pulls you in for a tight hug, holding you close to him as you both still giggle quietly and he buries his head in your neck, taking in your every scent.
Seeing you in his office at the hospital always brings Zayne a lot of joy.
But in the middle of the night, while dressed in your pajamas and clearly upset? He's only worried.
"What's wrong?" He locks the door, walking over to gently cup your face. Your eyelashes flutter as you almost immediately relax at his touch, leaning into his warmth.
"I can't sleep. How long until your shift is over?" Your arms wrap around him, melting into his hold. He rests his chin on your head, rocking you side to side.
"Not till the morning. You should go home and rest." You make a noise of disappointment, pulling away from the hug with reluctance.
"I can't sleep at home. Can I just sleep here?" He glances over at the couch that he's slept on quite a few nights. It's comfortable enough, especially for your height, and he keeps a blanket on it for this very reason.
"Okay. Come on." He guides you over, probably hovering more than he needs to as you lay down, covering you with the blanket. He adjusts the decorative pillow under your head, but it's really just to admire the way your face has relaxed, no longer exhausted.
When your breathing evens, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly pulling away to go back to his desk.
But first, he shuts the big light off, instead using the lamp next to his laptop. He'll be called away soon, likely for a consult or an emergency surgery or something like that.
There are always things pulling Zayne away from you. But you always find your way over to him.
Zayne is generally quite the well-kept man - above average one might say - but lately he hasn't quite had the chance to shave.
Between his grueling shifts at the hospital, tending to your toddler and his exhaustion, he finds it easier to do the bare minimum of bathing then running off to work. Which isn't a probelm, but it does make for a wonderful sight. The soft shadow of stubble on his jaw, the way it just changes something about your husband that it makes hard to restrain yourself sometimes.
But what it does for you visually also has the added, surprising factor.
It's a normal thing to see Zayne cuddled up with your baby on the couch. It's at least an hour a day, the one precious hour where he's not worrying. If it isn't the toddler in his arms, or you, he doesn't entertain it.
Tonight though, cuddles are not fulfilled, and his face is pushed away. You catch the slight hitch of his breath, as he looks down, shocked at familiar hazel eyes.
"No no! Off!" she huffs, fist clenched like he's one of the supervillains in her favorite shows, "Daddy go! No cuddles!"
Zayne's expression is akin to a kicked dog, but he relents and lets her go. She leaps off his lap, running to your confused form.
"Can I at least ask why?" He frowns, watching his daughter rub against her forehead against your chin, nuzzling like a little bug. Like she used to do with him.
"Scwatchy," she huffs, like it's a judge delivering the final verdict, "Daddy's fis is scwatchy, feels funny. Bad funny!"
You're barely holding back your snicker while Zayne is left flabbergasted. He doesn't even reply, doesn't pout and frown while your daughter makes a show of cuddling up to you even more. But you do note that he makes quite a speedy trip to the bathroom and comes out clean-shaven again.
🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
Almost missed my once a week quota sorry guys. I've actually been sooo stressed lately like why are most of ny groupmates so useless like 💔💔💔
You and Caleb are accidentally hurled two years into the future, straight into his apartment. Trapped in a closet, you’re forced to watch your future selves fuck like they’ve been starving for each other.
The art that inspired this fic: https://x.com/i/status/2077008975359525093
The heat at Grandma's house during peak summer was its own particular brand of suffering. It wasn't the same as the sharp dry heat of the city, this was heavy and wet and it made the air taste like cut grass and warm concrete. By ten in the morning you'd already sweated through your first shirt. By noon you'd given up on doing anything productive.
Which was how you and Caleb ended up in the kitchen at two in the afternoon, arguing about stupid stuff, because there was nothing else to do.
"We're out of green onions," he announced with his head inside the fridge. "And ginger. Grandma said we have to buy soy sauce and it has to be the right brand."
"Which brand?"
He turned around with an expression that said he had absolutely no idea.
"Great," you said. "Really helpful."
"She showed me once. It has a red label. Or maybe yellow." He pulled out a tote bag from the cabinet and dropped it on the counter in your direction. "We'll figure it out when we're there."
"The market is a fifteen minute walk in this heat."
"Then we should leave now."
"Caleb—"
He was already heading for the door. "Come on."
You grabbed the bag and your sunglasses and followed him out into the heat, which hit you like a wall the second you stepped off the porch.
The neighborhood was quiet on summer afternoons, everyone wanted to be inside with their fans on. You walked beside Caleb through streets you'd both known since childhood, past the park, past the corner ice cream store with the faded awning, past Mrs. Yuen's house with the wind chimes that had been making the same sound for fifteen years.
He was telling you about an incident with a new recruit that had happened at a training exercise last month and you were laughing.
"Did he get hurt?" you managed.
"Bruised his ego more than anything." Caleb pushed your sunglasses up. "Poor guy spent the rest of the session pretending it hadn't happened."
The market was cool and smelled like the same brand of air freshener they'd been using since you were ten. You grabbed a basket and split off toward the vegetables while Caleb wandered in the direction of the snack aisle, which —you'd learned over years of shared grocery runs— meant you were going to spend the next several minutes complaining about his choices.
You found the green onions. Found the ginger. Turned the corner into the snack aisle and found Caleb standing in front of the chips with two bags in his hands, deliberating.
"We don't need chips," you said.
"Yes we do."
"We have food at home."
"Chips are not food, chips are a separate category." He held them both up. "Salt and vinegar or barbecue."
"Neither. We're here for dinner ingredients."
"And chips." He put the barbecue in the basket.
You took it out. He put it back in.
"Caleb."
"It's for the walk home. You'll want some on the walk home."
"You are so—" You stopped, pointed at his chest. "Fine. One bag. And you're carrying it."
He was already reaching for a second one.
"One bag."
"Salt and vinegar for you, barbecue for me. That's technically one bag each which is—"
"That's two bags."
"One per person."
You let him keep both bags because the alternative was standing in the snack aisle for another five minutes.
The soy sauce took longer. You found the section, found approximately ten different brands, and stood there for a moment in silence.
"Red label or yellow?" you said.
"I said I wasn't sure."
"You said you'd seen it."
"I'd seen it, I didn't memorize it."
"Caleb, if we get the wrong one—"
He picked one up, turned it over, put it back. Picked up another. "This one looks right."
He put it in the basket and you picked up a different one, compared the labels side by side, and put his back and kept yours.
He switched them back the moment you turned away.
------
You were outside, bag on Caleb's shoulder, chips already open when your hunter's watch went off.
The sound cut straight through everything. Your hand was in the chip bag one second and at your holster the next, the muscle memory of it faster than conscious thought. The screen had gone red.
Wanderer detected. Class: High energy anomaly. Proximity: 100 meters.
Caleb stepped in close "Behind the market. Let's go."
You were already moving.
---
The alley ran behind a row of shops, narrow and shadowed, the air warping at the far end and that meant the Wanderer had already been there long enough to disturb local reality. You pulled your gun and kept your back to the wall, moving fast. Caleb came in on the other side, gravity already building at his hands, the air around his knuckles bending in a way that meant he was ready.
The Wanderer was enormous, the geometry of it not quite making sense no matter which angle you looked from. It moved fast for something that size, swinging a limb in your direction before you'd fully cleared the corner.
You fired twice. The shots connected and it shrieked, momentum redirected enough that the hit meant for you shattered a section of wall instead.
"Flank!" Caleb called.
You were already going wide. He pulled gravity in from the left, compressing the Wanderer's movement, slowing it just enough for you to get behind it and put three more shots into the joint where two of its limbs connected. It screamed and lurched sideways.
"Keep it off the street," you yelled over the noise.
"Working on it." He dragged it backward with a gravity pull that made the pavement crack under the force of it, steering it further into the alley.
It was not a clean fight. It kept redirecting, slamming into the walls, filling the alley with debris that you had to dodge while maintaining your sight lines.
Eventually the thing started to slow. Eventually it disappeared.
Then you saw it.
On the ground where the Wanderer had dissolved — a Protocore, small, throwing off an iridescent white that you'd never seen from a Wanderer before.
"That's not standard," Caleb said, coming to stand beside you. He crouched down to look at it without touching it. "I've never seen one this color."
"Me neither." You holstered your gun. "I should take it to HQ."
"Agreed." You crouched beside him, reaching for the core at the same time he did, and your hands closed around it simultaneously.
White light erupted.
It collapsed inward, pulling everything —sound, light, air, the alley— into a point of white noise and wind, and then nothing, a few seconds later there was a floor coming up very fast.
You hit the carpet with a thud that knocked the breath out of you.
Caleb landed beside you, one arm slamming down to catch his weight before he pushed himself up.
"Are you hurt," he said, breathing hard.
You did a fast inventory. "No. You?"
"No." He looked up. Looked around.
You were inside a huge apartment. Carpeted floor and warm light from the windows. A long couch. A coffee table with papers on it. A mug. A jacket draped over the back of a chair.
Someone's apartment.
You stood up slowly. Caleb was already at the bookshelf, and you followed, and then you saw the first photo and everything in your chest felt strange.
It was you. You and Caleb, standing somewhere sunny, laughing at something out of frame. You were wearing a jacket you didn't own. His hair was slightly different, grown out and pushed back.
There were more. The two of you at a restaurant, faces close across a small table. A shot of you asleep on a couch, and Caleb sitting at the other end with a book, but whoever had taken the photo had caught him looking at you and not at the page.
Your throat felt tight.
"This is my apartment," Caleb said quietly, from somewhere to your left.
You turned to look at him. He was looking at the leather jacket on the chair. His leather jacket, the one currently in his wardrobe back at the base. A pilot's manual on the shelf, the same one he'd been working through. A mug from the Farspace Fleet. A framed photo of your grandmother that matched the one at home.
"The photos—" you started.
"I know."
He crossed to the coffee table, picked up the newspaper and scanned the top page. He held it out.
The date at the top was two years from now. Exactly two years.
---
You spent the rest of the afternoon going through the apartment with careful attention, very aware you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be. You were trying to understand what the last two years had produced.
Caleb's future self left notes everywhere. Fridge, desk, bathroom mirror. His handwriting but with a different quality to it, more settled. There were more photos than you'd first noticed — tucked into the edges of the mirror in the hallway, stuck to the inside of a cabinet. A birthday card in your handwriting on the desk, standing open. A second toothbrush in the bathroom.
You both looked at that for a moment.
"I'm not going to say anything about any of this," you said finally, standing in the kitchen with your arms crossed.
"Good call," Caleb said, from the doorway.
"I'm —this is a lot of information."
"It is."
"And I'm not drawing any conclusions."
He went quiet.
The sun went down. The apartment went from warm gold to dark while you sat on the floor of the living room eating crackers you'd found in the cabinet, your backs against the couch, the Protocore sitting on the coffee table throwing faint white light across the ceiling.
"We'll figure out how to get back," Caleb said.
"I know."
"Same energy that brought us here should be able to—"
"Caleb, I know. I'm not panicking."
He looked at you sideways. "You're quieter than your normal quiet."
"I'm just thinking."
He nodded slowly. Ate a cracker. Didn't push it, he knew when to let something sit. Almost two decades of knowing each other and he'd learned exactly where the lines were.
You were about to say something else when you heard it.
Voices outside.
Both of you were on your feet before the door handle moved. Caleb stepped toward the entryway on pure instinct and you grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled.
"Don't," you said, low and fast.
"I just want to see—"
"You cannot make contact with yourself. Do you understand what that does to the timeline? Do you understand what happens if you alter something?"
"I wasn't going to —"
"Caleb." You got in front of him, hands on his chest, looking up at him with full seriousness. "We hide. Right now. We have to wait."
He looked at the door. The handle was starting to move.
"Fine," he said before he grabbed the protocore and then your wrist to pull you toward the hallway closet in two long strides, opening it fast and pulling you in after him, easing the door shut.
The closet was full. Coats, bags, a stack of boxes on the floor that immediately became a problem because you had nowhere to step back, which meant you were now pressed against Caleb from your shoulders to your knees.
You could feel every breath he took.
"This is very small," you whispered.
"I know," he said, directly behind your ear.
His arms were on either side of you because there was nowhere else for them. His chin was above your head. You could feel him making adjustments to keep whatever minimal distance physics was willing to offer, and it was working as well as you'd expect. Which was not well.
You were two childhood friends in a closet in an apartment that was apparently his, two years in the future, surrounded by photographic evidence of something neither of you had said out loud yet, and he was doing his very best not to press against you and his very best was losing badly to the laws of spatial reasoning.
The front door opened.
Through the slats of the closet door, the living room light clicked on.
"I told you." Your own voice, but looser, threaded through with laughter that had a very specific quality to it. "I told you we shouldn't have had that last drink."
"Yeah," came the reply. Caleb's voice, except it was rougher and stripped of the easy warmth you knew and replaced with something that made the back of your neck prickle. "You were flirting with the bartender just to watch me lose it."
"Maybe I was." Future you sounded unrepentant about this.
Through the slats you watched two people stumble into the living room and your brain took several seconds to process what your eyes were seeing. She was in a dress, form fitting, gorgeous, currently half unzipped down the back. Future Caleb had shed his jacket somewhere between the door and the living room, his shirt untucked with half the buttons open, chest visible, hair slightly wrecked.
Behind you, Caleb had gone completely rigid. You felt it happen, every muscle in his body locking up at once.
Then future Caleb grabbed future you by the waist and walked her backward into the living room wall.
The impact was loud. What followed was louder, the sound of them kissing, which was not the word for what was happening, kissing implied something with more restraint than this. Future Caleb had his hands in her hair and on her waist and sliding down to bunch the fabric of her dress up her thighs, all at the same time.
You made a sound you hadn't planned on making.
Caleb's hand came over your mouth so fast you didn't even see it coming, his palm pressing firm and warm against your lips, his forearm across your collarbone. His chest was heaving against your back and something else was pressing against the small of your back that you were both absolutely not acknowledging.
You made a muffled sound against his hand anyway.
His arm tightened.
Future Caleb pulled back just far enough to speak "You want to play games tonight?" A pause, heavy with intent. "Let's find out how loud I can make you scream."
He pushed his hand up her skirt.
You'd never made that sound in your life. Or apparently you would. In two years. Against that wall.
"Caleb—wait, wait—the couch—"
That was it. That was enough. Your hand shot out in the dark and found the closet door handle and you grabbed it.
Caleb's hand came off your mouth and closed around your wrist, pulling it back against you, his mouth dropping to your ear.
"Don't you dare," he breathed.
"We have to stop watching this—" you hissed.
"If you open that door they'll see us—"
"Then they see us—"
"And alter the timeline," he said. "Your words. Two minutes ago."
He was right and it was the worst possible moment for him to be right.
"Just—" His voice came out strained "Just don't move."
"Caleb—"
"I'm a guy, and you are literally grinding into me," he snapped softly, though there was no real anger in it. His forehead dropped briefly to the back of your head. "Just..." sigh "give me a second."
Outside the closet Caleb lifted her clean off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her the few steps to the couch and dropped her onto it.
His hands yanked the straps of her dress down, baring her breasts. He pinched a nipple, and she arched with a sharp cry. "You are so fucking wet already. Been thinking about my cock all day? Want me to stretch that pretty pussy out right here?"
"Yes—fuck, Caleb, touch me," she gasped, hips grinding up.
Your breath hitched. Heat flooded between your legs, sudden and embarrassing. Caleb's cock twitched against your ass and you had to bite your lip to stay quiet.
Future Caleb reached down and shoved his pants off. You couldn't look away. He was big, thick, flushed, veins standing out. Ready.
Panic hit you. "Don't look," you whispered frantically. "That's... me. Turn around or do something—"
"Like hell," he said against your ear, teeth grazing the shell. "You're the one staring. You like seeing him like that? Seeing what I— what he wants to do to you?"
"Caleb, shut up," you whimpered, thighs pressing together.
He didn't fuck her right away. He grabbed her ankles, yanked her to the edge of the couch, and spread her wide. Dropped to his knees.
"Caleb—" she started, but it dissolved into a broken moan as he buried his face between her legs.
The sound of his tongue working her was loud and messy, completely shameless. Her head dropped back against the cushions, fingers twisted tight into the fabric, her whole body shaking every time he dragged his tongue over her clit in greedy strokes. He licked broad stripes up her slit before focusing on her clit again, sucking it into his mouth with a low groan.
"Fuck, you taste so good,”Caleb growled against her pussy, voice muffled but clear enough to carry.
"Just like that baby” she moaned, one hand fisting his hair, the other still twisting in the couch cushion.
He pinched her nipple hard with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers as he sucked harder. Her thighs trembled around his head.
Behind you, Caleb let out a broken groan that made your knees go soft. His arm snapped around your waist, holding you steady, fingers digging into your hip the exact same way his future self was gripping her out there.
“Fuck,” you whispered, head falling back against his shoulder before you could stop yourself. Your pussy was throbbing, aching so bad it almost hurt.
“Listen to that. Listen to how wet you get for me.” Caleb shifted his hips, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against your ass through your jeans, dragging the seam right over your soaked cunt.
On the couch, she was losing it. "I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Future Caleb pulled back, mouth shiny, breathing hard. He stroked himself once, twice, then lined up and drove into her in one rough thrust. Her legs wrapped around him as he started fucking her deep and hard, the couch creaking like it might give out any second. His back and ass flexed with every thrust, hips snapping forward. “Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”
He leaned over her, one hand pinning her thigh higher as he fucked her. “Gonna fill you up. Want you leaking my cum the rest of the night. You love being my dirty little slut, don’t you? Say it.”
“Oh my god,” you choked, voice barely there. Watching yourself get railed like that—by him—was too much. The guy whose arms were currently locked around your waist, the same guy you’d known since you were kids, was pounding into a future version of you like he owned her.
She gasped between moans, nails now digging into his back. “Yes—your slut, Caleb—harder—”
“That’s my girl.” His hips snapped faster “Come on my cock like you did last night."
In the closet, Caleb’s forehead dropped to your shoulder, his cock twitched hard against your ass, hips making tiny, helpless thrusts.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away, every filthy word making the ache between your legs worse.
“Jesus,” Caleb whispered raggedly “We really talk like that?”
You twisted hard, trying to turn around in the cramped space so you wouldn’t have to see it anymore.
“Stop moving,” Caleb gasped, his control fraying fast as your ass rubbed right over the head of his cock.
“I can’t watch this—let me turn—”
Your foot caught on a heavy boot buried in the mess at the bottom of the closet. Balance gone.
“Whoa—” Caleb grabbed for you, but it was too late. Your combined weight slammed into the door.
The cheap magnetic latch popped open with a sad little click.
The squeaking of the couch cut off like someone had yanked the plug on the whole universe.
The silence that followed rang in your ears. You pushed up on your elbows, face so hot you were surprised you hadn’t spontaneously combusted. Caleb was beside you, shirt rucked up, the very obvious, very hard line of his erection pressing against your thigh.
You both slowly turned your heads toward the couch.
A few meters away, future Caleb was frozen mid thrust, hands locked on future you’s hips, his body still buried deep inside her. She had one leg hooked high around his waist, hair a wild mess, chest heaving. Both of them stared at you with identical expressions of what the actual fuck.
They were a sweaty, flushed disaster, very naked and very, very mid fuck.
“What the…” future Caleb started.
Future you blinked slowly. “Is that… us?”
You opened your mouth, brain offering the most useless sentence in history. “We were just looking for soy sauce—”
The white light from the Protocore exploded again. The apartment, the couch, your naked and extremely confused future selves—all of it ripped away in a roar of rushing air.
Thud.
You hit the dirty alley hard enough to knock the wind out of you again.
Caleb groaned beside you, flat on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. His chest rose and fell in sharp pulls. You could still feel the ghost of his hardness against you, the way his fingers had dug into your hip in the closet. Your own body was still buzzing, thighs slick, pulse pounding between your legs like a second heartbeat.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Then Caleb let out a shaky laugh that sounded half hysterical. “Soy sauce. Really?”
You rolled onto your side, wincing at the scrapes on your elbows. “It was the first thing that came to mind, okay? We just watched ourselves— I mean, they— we were—” You gestured vaguely, face burning all over again. “You know.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I know.”
He sat up slowly and ran a hand through his hair. The front of his shorts was still a bit tented. He didn’t bother trying to hide it. You weren’t exactly in a position to judge, your nipples were tight against your shirt, and you were pretty sure your face was the color of a ripe tomato.
The protocore gave one last weak shimmer and dissolved into harmless blue dust that scattered across the pavement.
Caleb looked at you. “So… two years from now, huh?”
You swallowed. “Apparently we, uh… figured some things out.”
He huffed another laugh, but it was softer this time. Almost wondering. He reached over and brushed a bit of alley dirt off your cheek with his thumb. The touch lingered.
“We should probably go”
You nodded, but neither of you stood up right away. The air between you felt thicker than the summer humidity, charged with everything you’d just seen and felt in that stupid closet.
Caleb’s gaze dropped to your mouth for a second, then flicked back up. “When we get back to the house…”
“Yeah?” you whispered.
He smiled, small and crooked and a little nervous, the same smile he’d given you a thousand times growing up, except this one felt different.
“I’m not waiting two years,” he said.
Your heart did something complicated in your chest.
You grabbed his hand, pulled him up with you, and the two of you started walking out of the alley like nothing had happened.
But everything had happened.
And as your fingers brushed again while you walked, neither of you pulled away.
you were never much of a PDA person, but sylus loves it. if he could have it his way, he’d be kissing and loving on you in public 24/7, while still being respectful of course—arms around your waist, hand in his, or arm around your shoulders to pull you close and murmur sweet nothings into your hairline.
“what’s wrong, sweetie?” your husband asks, when you dodge his kiss with a sheepish smile, that teasing lilt ever present in his voice. “we’ve been married for how long now? it’s okay if people know you like me.”
you ignore the warmth in your cheeks, the part of you that’s still prone to his negging, before lacing your fingers between his as a consolation prize and scoffing, “who says i like you?”
“you’re the one wearing my ring, wife,” he raises your joined hands, placing a loud smooch onto the back of yours. “you said yes to this.”
“that’s because you literally got on your knees and begged me,” you fire back, trying your hand at ragebaiting him.
but sylus just laughs, red eyes just sparkling, before leaning in to whisper into your ear, “and i’d do it again.”
long time, no see (i waited for you to come back to me) || texts between lads men x f!reader
summary: you finally text them after disappearing for months
warnings: xavier being the Best (and also making me sad). raf being dramatic (what's new). #calebcrashingout2k26
a/n: sorry for the unintentional hiatus :( take this as an apology while i work on the non!mc-verse
edit: AI was NOT used to make this content! the app that I use to make these messages allows users to make their own AI agents so the disclaimer is part of the app's UI now. i will crop it out in the future!
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notes: it is father's day. i have heard this game is great for those with daddy issues, so what better to celebrate than a LADS post. also do not fear. i am working on non-mc!verse soon. please let me know if you have any requests bc i fear i am Brain Dead rn
“P-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!” Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
୨୧ — “Hey.” Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, “You still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?”
“Mmm.”
It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.
“M’good,” you finally manage, the words slurring together, “‘M’really... really good.”
A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.
His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.
The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocks…
The playful smile on his face... falters.
“I…” He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. “...I lost control again.”
“S’okay-”
Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- …She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-
“Valko.” Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, “M’okay. Promise.”
He doesn't look convinced, “I should've been more careful. You're-” His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. “-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-”
“Fucked me exactly how I wanted?” You manage a tired smile, “Yeah. Terrible. How dare you.”
A laugh escapes him, “Brat.”
“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”
His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”
You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.
He grins, “Cute.”
"Sh'up."
“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”
“You're not- not a doctor-”
“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”
He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.
“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs.
But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.
The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.
“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”
“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.
“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”
Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.
He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)
“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”
You snort weakly.
Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”
“Oh my god-”
“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”
The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”
Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”
His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.
“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”
His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.
“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”
His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,
Safe. Loved. His.
When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.
Valko and Zayne glance at each other, then back at you. The waiter is gone before they can interject, which is almost the (non existent) cherry on top.
"You don't want dessert?" Valko pouts, and you have to resist the urge to call the waiter back immediately at the sight of his sad puppy dog eyes.
"We don't always need dessert, right?" You grin, meeting Zayne's gaze with probably too much mirth in your eyes. He raises a brow at your antics, but shrugs as he concedes.
"I agree. We can always eat dessert at home."
In hindsight, you should have just let them have that damn chocolate cake.
"Please! I can't-can't cum again!" You nearly scream as you fall apart on Zayne's tongue, hips jerking against his mouth as he works you through the aftershocks.
"Come on, one more? It's only fair I get a taste too." Valko grins, canines flashing as he nudges Zayne over. They're both situated between your legs, happily sharing for once.
"You-you already had your turn" You whine, feeling his tongue drag over your inner thigh.
"Mhm but Zayne got to go twice. I want another turn too." He knows exactly what he's doing, hot breath making you squirm under him.
"O-okay okay you can go a-again." He dives in the moment the words leave your lips, making you cry out immediately. You're still so sensitive, but it's hard to complain when it feels this good.
"Having fun?" Zayne murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. You didn't notice him move to your side, though the distraction is welcome.
"It-fuck-it's too much V-Valko!"
"Don't worry, you can take it. Besides...it's almost time for your dessert."
You'd been acting up all afternoon during his work conference.
Purposely wearing a short sundress, only bending over when you knew he'd catch sight of your underwear riding up your ass. Hand lying on his thigh during presentations, inching so painfully close to his groin and stopping just short of cupping his balls through his slacks.
To say you were getting on his nerves was an understatement.
It all built up on the elevator ride down to the next conference room, after a quick lunch in his office where he surprisingly kept his composure - much to your dismay. So, you took drastic measures.
His hand was slack by his side, not quite touching you though you could tell his fingers were aching to. Wrapping around his wrist, you dragged him carefully under your skirt, letting him feel how wet you were. Your panties now damp from hours of working yourself up.
Wordlessly, you let his wrist go, not surprised when his hand lingered for a moment before dropping back to his side. He didn't so much as glance at you, but you noticed the tick in his jaw as the elevator reached the destined floor. One after another, people filed out.
Just as you moved to slip past Zayne, his fingers caught the mid-section of your ponytail and yanked it hard. You barely swallow the yelp that crawls up your throat, eyes widening a fraction as Zayne doesn't let go. Instead, he steps forward, iron grip still on your hair.
Your scalp stings slightly from where he had tugged, the pain sending a new wave of arousal straight into your abdomen. The doors nearly shut on the two of you before his free hand shot out to stop them. Leaning down in the process, his breath warm as he presses his lips to your ear. Two words were all you needed to hear.
"Behave yourself."
Since we wanna act all crazy n shit mid-day @zaynezone
"Is that...new?" Zayne ask while staring at you. Well, in particular, he's staring at your legs. You glance down and the reasoning dawns on you.
"What, the skirt? Yeah! Do you like it?" You do a spin for him, smoothing down the fabric. He still hasn't looked up to your face.
"...I do. It's very pretty." He swallows thickly, adjusting his tie slightly. You've seen that look before, which is exactly why you step closer with a grin.
"It's a really soft fabric. Do you wanna feel?" You stop beside his chair, leaning against the desk. His gaze drops once more, trailing from your knee high socks to the mini skirt brushing your mid thigh.
Hesitantly, his hand comes up, the backs of his fingers skimming your leg before taking the edge of the fabric between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Soft." He notes, not letting go. Your smile grows as you move closer, taking his wrist and guiding it closer.
"I have another...surprise for you." You murmur as his fingers skim the inside of your thigh before eventually reaching their destination. His brows raise, looking at you in surprise.
"No underwear?"
"Mhm. You're more predictable than you think, Dr. Zayne." You tease, though it drops when the pads of his fingers brush your clit. He pulls you into his lap in one swift motion, movements never wavering.
"Z-Zayne..." You murmur, grinding against his hand as two lithe fingers slip inside you slowly. His hand grips your hip, aiding in the motion as you rock against him.
"Keep going for me, love." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, sucking a small mark there. Your hips move on their own, chasing your high as his palm grinds into your clit and makes you gasp.
You cum hard, nearly collapsing into him. He eases his fingers out of you, and you watch through half lidded eyes as he cleans them off with his tongue, humming in satisfaction as if tasting a dessert.
Crushed between two bodies that naturally ran hot with the heat of the comforter trapping you under, you were running too hot to be able to breathe comfortably. As if the temperature wasn't already rivaling the Sun, you're also pressed between two rock hard bodies. Your legs tangled, hands under your night shirt and grabbing handfuls of your ass.
It's suffocating and you can't take another minute longer, trying to wedge yourself out of their hold but they've got you locked down. Attempting to detangle your legs so you can kick the thick comforter off is an action in vain when you're pinned down so tightly that its stifling.
Long day spent playing in the sea had left the three of you exhausted to the point of being unable to take a single step farther than the bed, falling into the mattress in a heap straight out of the shower. Now the sun had set already, and the moonlight was your guiding star as you squinted into the darkness of the room to check the time on the clock.
You managed to free one arm from their iron grip and tap on the cheek nuzzled into your hair behind you before you repeated the same on the exposed cheek that was smushed against your chest.
Caleb stirred, groaning against your tits as he snuggled closer instead of pulling away. Behind you, Valko's arm tightened around you, pulling you closer into his chest. These boys would be the death of you.
"Let me go" You whined, twisting your body so they'd loosen their hold.
Caleb popped an eye open only to press a searing hot kiss to your collarbone before drawing you in again "Go back to sleep, Pips"
"I can't" You push at his arms "It's too hot"
Without opening his eyes, Caleb kicks the thick comforter off you both making you groan in relief when the cool air-conditioning hits your skin, pressing a kiss into his hair as thanks. He takes this opportunity to suck on the mounds of your breasts that are practically spilling out of your tight camisole. Your nails dig into his bicep that rounds your waist and grabs your ass cheek, pulling you tighter against him.
A movement that is slightly restricted thanks to the other arm branded around your waist like a vise, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties as you feel teeth nip at your ear "Having fun without me?"
Over your shoulder, your lips meet Valko's as he kisses you leisurely, tongue swirling with yours, grinding his thick cock against your ass at the same time as Caleb freeing your breasts and sucking on your hardened nipples till they peak. Valko's already got a finger circling your clit before two of them breach past your soaked folds and into your warmth, making you buck into his palm at the intrusion and collide with Caleb's hard length straining inside his boxers. It makes Caleb groan deep in his throat, now also grinding his hard-on against you, the comforter tangling between your legs.
"Mmh" Valko pulls back from your lips with a soft nibble on your lower lip, passing you over to Caleb's waiting mouth who directly sucks your moans into his mouth as you hump Valko's hand, slightly delirious from the feel of both their cocks crowding you. The squelch from your pussy gushing is loud, your broken moans rising in octave as Caleb takes a long pull at your lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths when he lets you up for air "More more more- please!"
"Yeah?" They chorus, Valko's lips biting down on your ear again as you snake an arm around his nape to hold on while he works you up with two fingers. Caleb's massaging your tits roughly in his big palms, shamelessly grinding against your dripping cunt as you whimper into his mouth. Your other hand fits itself in the middle of your bodies, rubbing over his erection, feeling it twitch beneath your palm as your fingers pull him out of his boxers, wrapping and squeezing him tight in your grip. His groan is feral, thrusting his cock into your fist while biting down on your swollen lips.
Your fingers are moving around Caleb in tandem with Valko's scissoring inside you. He's got you chasing your peak as you grind against his fingers, whines growing louder as your mouth slides over Caleb's, nodding when he coos at you "Close?" with your forehead glistening with sweat as you pant against his throat, dazedly watching his Adam's apple bob with the way your grip unknowingly tightens against his length.
Your release washes over you so suddenly, the shockwaves making your entire body tremble as Valko bites down on your shoulder. He's throwing your leg over Caleb's waist, clearly impatient as he slides your panties to the side, his entire body draped over your back and thrusts into your sensitive pussy in one go. Swallowing your cry into his mouth while Caleb kisses his way down your neck, carefully drawing out every thrust as opposed to Valko who looks like he's about to shoot his load into you then and there.
"Feels s'good" He's slurring, brows scrunched as his fingers still coated with your slick find Caleb's mouth who takes them between his lips.He's moaning around the digits, licking every inch of the skin clean, his tongue swirling between the v of the fingers and around their length "How's she taste?"
"Divine" Caleb groans out, grabbing the back of Valko's head and smashing their lips together, their bodies rumbling with appreciative growls as they exchange your taste between them "Fill her up-" His entire body bucks as Valko's hands tease the underside of Caleb's leaking cock, hand wrapping around yours and helping you pump up and down his length "-fuck- fill her up so full so I can taste- hah" He's whimpering against Valko's mouth "- taste you both off her after this"
Valko's cock grows harder at that, making your toes curl as he pounds into your sopping cunt with renewed force, trapping you between their writhing bodies, moving together in a dizzying pace as you worked each other up towards that pleasure. Your lips collide in a mess with theirs, groaning and panting and locking mouths, taking turns exchanging saliva, sweaty bodies sliding against one another.
One hand gripping the locks of Valko's hair behind you while the other was wrapped around Caleb's neck, keeping him close as you and Valko doubled down on your onslaught, your thumb pressing down on the tip as Valko pumped his length in rough, drawn-out strokes making Caleb bury his face against yours, sucking on your lips as he thrust into Valko's grip now.
Other hand snaking under your hips, Valko's rubbing your clit as you whimper against Caleb's lips, strangled mewls escaping you with how rough Caleb manhandles your tits, slapping one before palming it tightly again. Your body is convulsing, eyelids fluttering as you tremble in their grip.
"Fuck fuck fuck-" Valko's sunk his teeth into every inch of skin exposed to him "Gripping me so tight, baby" He's rutting into you despite the tightening of your walls, growling at how good every snap of his hips against yours feels.
"S'good" You're purring, chasing Caleb's lips that are also swollen till he's closing the space between you two.
"He's fucking you so good, isn't he?" There is something so satisfying about hearing Caleb whisper sweet nothings to you as you lose yourself into the kiss, nodding your agreement while Valko slams into your pussy so hard it has you seeing stars behind your eyelids "Yeah he is" You feel Caleb's cock leaking more pre as he thrusts into your grip "You're going to be good for us? Gon' cum for us, pretty baby?"
"Mhm" Valko's curved tip brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly has rendered you unable to spell a single legible word out as Caleb brushes your hair back, connecting your foreheads. Hand falling to your waist, he's pushing you down as Valko thrusts upwards into you, your orgasm crashing into you as your grip falters around Caleb, limbs twitching as your body quivers in the aftermath of that mind-blowing climax.
Valko keeps up his erratic pace, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his high, pumping his hand up and down Caleb's length at a dizzying pace. Their breaths are ragged as they both thrust against you in unison, locking lips over your shoulder as they confine you between them till they're cumming, thick spurts of their release lining your pussy walls and belly at the same time, groaning at the power with which they succumbed to their pleasure.
For long moments, the three of you lie there in a heap of tangled, sticky bodies covered in sweat, leisurely making out as you finally get the opportunity to turn on your back when Valko pulls out of you, eliciting a whimper. Both your boyfriends descend on you, one's figurative and the other's literal tail swishing as you run your hands through their hair.
You try to push them off you "We're going to be late for dinner"
Their faces have the same wolfish grin as they help you out of your drenched panties and tug your camisole off as you gape at them "Dinner can wait, Pips" Caleb's spreading your thighs apart, appreciative groan spilling from his lips as he watches Valko's cum dribbling out of your pussy "I can't"
"Cal-! Oh" His tongue licks a long, languid stripe up your folds, making you fall back into the pillows before you turn your pout at your other boyfriend, hoping he's more compliant "Val. I'm hungry"
Valko's solution is to kiss your pout off your lips "I know, sweetheart" But he's not making any move to dissuade Caleb who is moaning against your pussy lips, blowing air on it just to watch it flutter "Dinner after this, promise"
"After?" You're about to turn your glare on full force but you catch sight of Valko pumping his semi hard-on, amber orbs zeroed in on the way Caleb has his entire face buried into your cunt. Watch the way his eyes light up when you spread your legs further apart.
Fingers finding his face, you guide him closer to where Caleb was greedily lapping up your juices, knowing he was a heartbeat away from joining his boyfriend anyway.
"Dessert first?"
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