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[valkoayin]

06/30/26; 09:10am

|| valko x fem.reader (comfort fic)

the moment you felt the loss of his warmth, you knew that valko had left the comfort of your bed, deep in his own world.

you strain your eyes in the darkness, seeing your once confident and playful wolf appearing almost forlorn as he sits slumped over on the couch. his wine tuft ears were flattened as he kept scrolling through his phone, so caught up in all the hateful words targeted towards him that he didn’t even notice your presence as you slowly got out of bed.

“valko…”

you felt tears wells up in your eyes upon seeing such hateful comments directed solely at him flashing on his screen:

good riddance!

he forces himself on her! and trashes her place!

so sad, had you international hunters been richer you could have saved him!

seeing such hate directed towards the man you adored so much caused a deep ache to form deep within your chest. wishing to erase and ease his pain, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulder, feeling him collapsing against you as he sharply inhaled your scent-

seeking comfort within your warmth.

“i just don’t understand why i’m so hated.”

your heart breaks upon hearing the melancholic defeat in his voice. he shudders once more against you, making you tighten your arms around him in a solid embrace.

“those people never deserved you, val. if they won’t continue to write your story, then i will.”

you give him a tearful smile, leaning closer to press a kiss against his chapped lips. as if feeling the warmth of your adoration seep through him, he kisses you back with a fervor, his tears slowly turning into soft whimpers of your name. you give his bottom lip a playful nip, earning a much needed, yet broken, chuckle from him.

when the need for air proves to be too much, you pull away, resting your forehead against his while confessing to him:

“you don’t need them to know that you are loved unconditionally.”

end notes: i will be the biggest valko truther the world has ever seen. i will never shut up about him. i love you, valko.

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[vxnillabxn]

Hello, can I request Sylus x shy reader. She was buying things using his card (as always), but this time Sylus decided to tease her, saying something like "Oh, you're buying that much? Being greedy, I see" and of course Sylus being Sylus, he obviously joking, but the reader took it seriously and thought she was actually being greedy and apologized.

Just wanna something with little angst, comfort and fluff :)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚ugh, why is it so difficult to spoil yourself sometimes? :(( i fear i wouldn't touch his credit card, even if he forced me to ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!

it took you some time to finally feel comfortable while using sylus' credit card.

it wasn't yours, hence why the money wasn't yours either, and you felt like a shameless opportunist.

sylus reminded you over and over again that he wanted you to use his card; anything that was his, was yours as well.

but what if he thought you just wanted him for his money?

or what if he got mad if you spent more than he expected?

that would hurt you deeply, and you tried to avoid that scenario at all costs.

however, with his gentle reassurance and constant nagging, you ended up taking his card everywhere, just in case you really wanted or needed something.

naturally, you limited yourself, spending as little as possible, and it was always on groceries or things both of you would enjoy.

one day, though, as sylus and you walked by a small street with lots of vendors, you stopped in your tracks.

there was this cute, little stand with the prettiest clay trinkets with shiny eyes, vibrant colors, and the cutest of expressions.

they were absolutely silly.

the seller had owls, puppies, cats… and one of them was a silvery-white kitty with shiny crimson eyes.

you immediately thought of your boyfriend.

how cute would it be if you bought one that looked like you, and the one that looked like him?

“hello…” you softly spoke, pointing at the two little figurines. “i would like to get these, please.”

the kind lady stood up and smiled at you, explaining a little bit about her art and the process behind it as she wrapped your purchase in pretty paper.

you listened intently and gasped softly when she gestured to some silly accessories she had also made, like witch hats, frog hats, goggles…

you wanted to buy them as well.

the small bag the seller was preparing soon became a small box with the two kitten figurines and the decorations you ended up getting.

sylus remained quiet the entire time, smiling down at you.

he didn't dare ruin the moment; it wasn't usual for you to go crazy and indulge yourself.

…but he did ruin the mood when you handed over his credit card with a hopeful smile once the lady told you the final price.

“hm, we are being quite greedy today, aren't we?” he softly chuckled, caressing your lower back in circles.

his voice was devoid of malice or anger. he was quite pleased, in fact.

but your smile tightened, your outstretched hand trembling.

the payment went through, and the seller thanked you profusely before sylus guided you away.

…greedy.

the final price had been slightly higher than you anticipated, but did that make you greedy?

you put the credit card away, your eyes remaining on the floor, your hands fidgeting with the box.

you spent a lot of money.

you took advantage of him.

the money wasn't yours, yet you threw it away on… trinkets.

you wanted to go back and return everything, but that would make the kind lady very sad, and it wasn't the right thing to do to a small business.

you bit your inner cheek, feeling your eyes sting.

you knew this would happen eventually; you'd go crazy and he'd scold you for being opportunistic.

even if he was smiling when he said it, the word greedy echoed in your mind, making all your insecurities worse.

you were a burden.

you were too much.

you didn't deserve his generosity, let alone the unlimited access to his wealth.

you stopped walking, your shoulders shaking as you clutched the box to your chest.

“i— i'm sorry, sy...” you whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

sylus stopped immediately, turning to look at you.

“sorry?” he tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. he caressed your arms gently. “for what, sweetheart?”

“i'm sorry for… being greedy,” you sniffled quietly, lowering your head so no one in the crowd could see you. not even sylus. “i'll give it back, i'll… pay you back.”

sylus' hands froze.

the words he said to you had twisted into something hurtful.

the realization hit him hard.

he just wanted to tease you; to acknowledge how much you were enjoying yourself, but he forgot how self-conscious you were when it came to your own needs, and how hard it was for you to let him pamper you.

to make him feel even worse, he also remembered why you got so excited in the first place.

the clay kitten reminded you of him.

you were being “greedy” because you wanted something that reminded you of the man you loved.

he took a step back, and then he came closer again, his hands cupping your cheeks so that you would meet his gaze.

his crimson eyes were soft, apologetic, worried.

he wiped away your tears with his thumb, each little sniffle or shaky inhale breaking his heart a little more.

“sweetie, don't apologize,” he shook his head. “look at me.”

you hesitated.

“please.”

then, slowly, your eyes lifted.

he pressed a long, lingering kiss to your forehead, staying close to you.

his hand cradled the back of your head, and he pulled back to meet your gaze again.

“it was the wrong choice of words,” he admitted. “you weren't being greedy.”

“b-but, you were right, i spent—”

“no,” he gently interrupted. “don't defend me, darling.”

you remained quiet, your wet eyelashes fluttering slowly. you nodded shyly, while your heart thumped fast.

“i should be the one apologizing,” he continued, his free arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close and grounded. “i teased you without thinking, but i want you to know that, no matter how much you spend, you'll never be greedy in my eyes.”

you whined softly, not believing that.

“sy… that's not t—”

“it is true,” the hand that had been cradling the back of your head now travelled back to your cheek. “you could spend ten times that amount. a hundred, if you so wished. and every time, i would still wonder why you're holding back.”

“sylus…”

“sweetheart,” he whispered back, nuzzling the tip of your nose. “you flinch every time you buy something for yourself, as if it were forbidden. you only buy things that will benefit someone else.”

you closed your mouth, your throat feeling dry.

the crowd kept walking past the two of you, but it didn't matter.

no eyes were on you, except for sylus'.

“those silly kittens made you smile, did they not?”

you looked down at the box still clutched between your fingers, before nodding softly.

“as well as the tiny accessories?”

you looked at him and nodded again, no longer sniffling.

“then you're not greedy,” he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against yours. “you're lovely.”

his arms finally pulled you into a hug, your face hidden away from view, safe and secure.

“if i thought you wanted me for my money, i wouldn't have trusted you with my card in the first place.”

and you nodded quietly, because it made sense.

it would've been like giving a gun to someone who wanted him gone, and you definitely weren't that person.

“are you sure?” you mumbled, your voice muffled. “you're… not annoyed or mad at me?”

“absolutely certain, sweetie.”

“o… okay,” you whispered.

his words felt warm and genuine, almost like a shield against your insecurities.

you still felt a bit guilty, but there was no reason to.

you found your voice again after a few seconds, the joy you had felt when you first saw the kittens returning to your face.

“so we… can we put the kittens together once we get home? very close together?”

sylus stepped back, but refused to let go entirely, his arms still firmly circling your waist. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally, your lips, completely smitten.

“mhm. and you may put the frog hat on my kitten,” he conceded, making you smile immediately.

“good… that's why i bought it,” you admitted softly, starting to walk once his hand found yours and his long legs moved with ease through the crowd.

the thought of the silly cats being placed together made the purchase even more meaningful.

it wasn't something that you bought solely for yourself, but… it made you feel happy.

and if there was one thing sylus would never regret spending his money on, it was seeing you enjoy yourself like that. he was the greedy one in that aspect.

that alone was worth far more than anything his card could ever buy.~

he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, glancing down at the little box with quiet amusement, and your smile finally returned, sweet and genuine.

[nebulusts]

── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation (implied hands on hips), scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie

𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.

He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.

He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.

𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.

You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.

𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.

He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.

𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.

Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.

[toruii]

RYOMEN SUKUNA is just too big..૮ • ﻌ - ა

c.w. smut , minors DNI , size kink

a/n: hi its 1am im lowkey about to pass out :// this isnt proofread and somewhat stupid i hope yoy enjoy !

it was that time once more for your boyfriend. for the past week or so, you've grown to realize his diet changed once more, he began eating more carbs and his gym sessions stretching longer into the night.

the results were impossible to ignore. his already massive frame had bulked up even more, his shoulders seemed broader, his arms swollen with fresh muscle that strained against his shirts. he looked like a goddamn tank and the sight of that awakened something you've always buried.

you had a very bad size kink—and of course, he knew that. he'd always use it to his advantage whenever he could without pressuring you much but seeing your boyfriend like that? it drove you over the edge.

sukuna knelt between your spread thighs on the bed, his heavy cock resting against your stomach like a threat. for the past 30 minutes, sukuna had you cumming on his fingers and mouth at least twice, trying to prep you for his cock.

he stared down at you, his eyes dark with lust and hesitation. due to the new change in his body, h had gotten even thicker than before, his veined cock pulsing angrily in his hands—way too big to fit in you.

"baby...look i think this is a had idea." he muttered, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he frowned at you. "it won't fit and i don't want to hurt you."

you whined, rolling your hips up against him. "noo...come on 'kuna, i can take you i promise it won't hurt me."

sukuna groaned, clearly torn between giving you another orgasm on his fingers and taking a cold shower or just fucking you. your begging slowly cracked his resolve as he pressed the fat, leaking head of his cock against your slick entrance and pushed inside.

almost immediately it was a struggle—your cunt stretched taut around his girth, a burning sensation filled you as the tip of his cock finally popped inside with a wet pop. you gasped, back arching sharply off the bed. you knew it'd be difficult but yo hadn't expected this. the stretch was ridiculously intense, forcing a cry out of you.

"shit. you good?" sukuna paused, his biceps flexing as he struggled to control himself, fighting every bone in his body that was telling him to bottom out in you.

"ah...yes please..don't stop," you whined, eyes rolling back as he obeyed your words. rocking his hips forward carefully, feeding you another inch, then another. the feeling was overwhelming. his cock was so heavy and hot inside you, every inch was dragging slowly against your sensitive walls, forcing them to stretch and mold around his impossible thickness.

"more..please go deeper," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. sukuna bit his bottom lip, eyes glued to the bulge already visible in your lower stomach—regardless of him not even being halfway in. "look at you baby, already stuffed so full yet begging for more..greddy thing."

sukuna doesn't deny you any longer, his own control slipping as he thrusts into you harshly, forcing all of him inside you, completely bottoming out in the process.

the fullness you felt was ridiculous. you were completely stuffed full, despite the pain, the pleasure of him being inside you felt like a drug.

he started moving, long, dragging strokes that made your toes curl as his cock drags along your walls, forcing you to feel every inch and every vein. his body crushed you into the mattress completely trapping you underneath him as he began picking up the pace.

your moans quickly filled the room, your legs shaking around his waist as he completely ravages you.

"fuck, harder 'kuna please..so big—!"

your boyfriend obliges, his pace getting faster as the wet slap of skin filled the room, your eyes rolled back, your cunt clenched around him like a vice causing him to groan in response. out of nowhere, without a second thought you begged:

"kuna..choke me please."

"what..?" his eyes flashed with surpise at first before it darkened with lust. sukuna grins, sliding one arm under your neck and across your throat, the thick muscle of his bicep pressing firmly against you. the pressure was overwhelmingly perfect, your cunt clenching around him rhythmically as you began gushing more slick.

"fuck look at that," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "creaming all over me 'cus i'm choking you? dirty whore aren't u?

you could only nod frantically, the added pressure making everything sharper. your vision blurred at the edges as he fucked you, his cock stretching you wide with every brutal stroke. everything felt so good, so overwhelming it had you over the edge almost embarrassingly quick..

"hah, kuna m'gonna cum.."

"oh yeah? milk me baby," he tells you, his grip on your throat tightened causing your breath to hitch. your vision whitens, cunt clenching hard around him. your walls spasms violently around his thickness, squirting around his cock as the orgasm tore through you.

"just like that..good girl—shit baby," sukuna groaned, his pace stuttering for a split second before he buried himself all the way in you, his thick mushroom tip pressing against your cervix as he flooded you with warm thick spurts of his cum.

he kept his arm around your throat as he rode out the aftershocks, grinding deep while you twitched beneath him. he releases a breath, slowly pulling out of you as he removes his hand from your neck. his eyes darkened at the sight of bruises he made around your neck.

"was i too harsh..?"

you smiled up at him, completely out of it still. "noo..your were totally perfect. i love you let's do this more often.."

sukuna watches you for a moment, trying to see if you were lying. not a single sign. he grins down at you, getting ready to clean you up. "always so greedy..you're lucky i love you too."

toruii © all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or repost my work. reblogs appreciated

[mwphisto]

18+ I just know Sylus is low key mean during sex when he's frustrated. Now, I know that sounds redundant, like of course he'd be mean if he's already in a bad mood. But like, not the mean you're probably imagining.

He's condescending.

He’s holding you down on the bed with his evol so his hands are completely free. He’s purposely spreading you open nice and wide, exposing you almost embarrassingly. Watching you squirm as he blows on your exposed clit.

“Aww, too sensitive? My poor baby.” You want to argue back, you want to squeeze your thighs closed. But something about this feels so good, too good.

“She’s so pretty all spread like this. Just for me.” Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut as heat floods your face. He’s studying you too intensely, for some reason it feels more intimate than his mouth being on you.

“Y-you’re so mean…!” But it’s weak, you’re barely able to take yourself seriously as Sylus chuckles. “Oh I know, I’m so mean. Sitting here complimenting your pretty cunt…”

We’re slowly returning to our regularly scheduled program y’all… I miss my man… but I am a hyperfixater at heart so plz bear with me with the Valko content I assure you it should die down once he debuts. Because I really do miss Sylus </3 - Soul

[valkyrhii]

play sparring with valko!

warnings: implied choking (mc to valko (he likes it)), slapping (mc to valko, sparring, f!reader, not edited

you never understood how when sparring with valko you'd win. you'd seem him fight enemies countless times, and each time he easily grasped the upper hand.

but when it came to you, he fell into a more submissive role, almost like he wasn't giving it his all... you hated it. you didn't need him to give you a handicap, you were perfectly capable of fighting him at his full strength!

your frustration finally bubbled over an hour into another sparring session. you swept at his feet when he was stepping back, sending him off balance and falling to the floor. his fall was far more dramatic than necessary, though, and you knew he was giving you the win. again.

you growled in frustration, clasping your fingers around his neck and pressing on the front of his throat. "what the hell is wrong with you?! stop pretending to be weak, it makes you look ridiculous!"

valko's brows pull together in confusion and he grips your wrists, pulling them away from his neck. "why are you doing that?"

"you do it to wanderers, what's the difference?" you ask exasperatedly. why does he suddenly care what you do?

"yeah, because i'm aiming to kill them- we're just play fighting." the corner of his mouth tips up in amusement. "you can choke me if you want, just do it properly."

valko puts your hands back on his neck and presses your fingers into the sides of his neck. "see? this doesn't hurt."

he lets go of your hands and lets you try on your own. your eye twitches in annoyance that he suddenlt has the audacity to give you pointers when he doesn't even try to properly fight you.

you squeeze the sides of his neck and get closer to his face, angry. "you think i'm weak, don't you? that's why you're pretending you can't beat me. keep underestimating me and-"

"mmh-" a whimper escapes valko from below you and you see his eyes starting to flutter like he was getting lightheaded.

you pull your hands away and slap his bicep. "i thought you said doing it that way didn't hurt?!"

he clears his throat and looks up at you, his lips lifting in a smile and showing his sharp fangs. "it definitely doesn't hurt."

it wasn't until months later that you finally understood why he was letting you win. valko brought you to a bonfire with his family, and they took turns playing fighting.

you noticed a pattern in all of the sparring. both werewolves seemed to be doing it for fun and often times, the larger of the two would submit to the smaller, letting themselves be pinned down.

your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. why was this fun to them, and why were the werewolves with the upper hand willingly giving it up?

"ko, why is she letting him win every round?"

valko tilted his head in confusion. "why wouldn't she?"

you scoff. "she's stronger, she should be winning, but instead she's letting him beat her every time. why?"

valko considered this and hummed, pondering it. he'd never reallt considered why his pack did this, he just knew that it was something they did. "it's just for fun, it doesn't really matter who wins or loses. the stronger partner knows that it isn't as fun for the weaker partner if they lose all the time, so... we trade of."

your brows pull together in thought. that... wasn't at all what humans did. they were so concerned with winning that they didn't seem to think of others enjoyment in it at all. sparring was seen as training, not fun.

"is that why you let me win?"

valko smiles and ruffles your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of it, sniffing at your shampoo scent. "yeah, i guess it is. i just wanted you to have fun."

a/n: idk how to end it uhh sorry its so drastic bro

dividers by @strangergraphics

[dearzayne]

tags: fem!reader, smut, fingering, scent kink, he doesn’t care if you’re sweaty or not. valko in glasses has successfully swept me off my feet!

valko really, really likes sniffing you.

you had first noticed it by the subtle tilts of his head whenever you were nearby, nose flaring for a second when he'd inhale your scent. it only served to increase as time went by, pressing his nose against your skin while he'd hug you, purposefully leaning to to bury his head against the crook of your neck, enamoured by your scent.

though it was his eyes that always gave him away, big golden hues that would darken when his pupils would dilate when your scent would be smelled by him, eyes peering at you with thinly veiled restraint. he wanted to remain polite, but his instincts screamed at him otherwise.

currently at his home, valko had you straddling his lap, your hands clumsily clutched on his broad shoulders, your hips twitching with every plunge of his thick fingers inside of your pussy, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

"goodness, val- it's too hot for this." despite your complaint, you hadn't made a move to stop him, pleasure coursing through your veins as he let out a chuckle, lips breaking into a grin, eyes looking at your face through his glasses.

"not my fault you look so pretty." he pressed a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his glasses fogging up from the shared humidity between your words as you panted softly, causing his heart to tighten. so fucking beautiful.

his other arm was wrapped around you so you wouldn't fall backwards, strong and stable, feeling every jostle of your body as his fingers curled inside you, ramming against your sweet spot. squelchy noises filled the air and the scent, oh the scent. valko inhaled, barely holding in a groan, burying his face into your neck, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"valko, i'm sweaty-" your words were cut off by the slight scrape of his canines against your skin, not enough to sting but enough to make your inside heat up, walls tightening around his fingers in excitement.

"don't care. you smell too good." he breathed heavily, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe across your neck to your jaw, making your breath hitch as your hips bucked into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers, clit pulsating as the knot that had been forming in you threatened to break, your orgasm nearing.

"m'so close, please…" your fingers traveling up his shoulders, finding themselves gently scratching through his scalp before curling into his hair, giving them a little tug. he grunted against your skin, his head dizzy as his fingers kept a steady pace, soaked by your wetness. he felt your walls tightened around him, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

soon your body convulsed on his lap, trembling as you reached your peak, a shaky moan leaving you, your orgasm shaking through your whole body. you collapsed onto him, the warmth of the room just serving to heighten up, your hair sticking against your skin as you nuzzled into him.

"now i will need to shower." you complained, unbeknownst to the way valko salivated when he pulled himself away from your neck, staring at you, his fingers still inside you.

"guess i will have to join you then."

[humanjarvis]

“are you a pretzel?”

over the soothing sounds of ocean waves, a deep voice penetrates your bubble. you blink one eye open and scan the room for its owner. 

oh. it’s just sylus.

shifting slightly on the yoga mat, you try to ease back into your pose. distractions always messed up your form.

once the tension in your muscles is just right, you close your eyes and attempt to return to your happy place. “i’m trying to focus.” 

“really?” by the sound of his footsteps, he’s getting closer. “you’re stretching on the floor. what about that requires focus?” 

with a huff, you release your pose and rise to your feet. the remote to your sound machine lies on the coffee table, and you click it off in mild annoyance. “if it seems so easy, you try it, then. come on.” 

snapping your fingers, you gesture toward the turquoise mat below. with a raised brow and a slight smirk, sylus steps onto the foam pad, his dark clothing clashing with its beachy design. 

you clear your throat, trying to emulate your online instructor. “now get on your knees, move one leg behind you, and reach your arm behind your head. if you’re flexible enough, your fingers should touch your toes.”

“all right,” he says without a worry in the world. “on my knees, move my leg, and reach my…”

he had been following your instructions, but as he trails off, his movements slow. his eyes flit from the mat to his body in confusion—then back again.

“what’s wrong, sy? bit off more than you can chew?”

he chuckles. “never. i’m just figuring out the logistics of this position. my limbs are much longer than yours, you know.” grunting quietly, he tries to reach his arm back again. he almost has it—until a sickening crack echoes through the room.

sylus freezes. 

humming, you rest your hands on your hips. “you good?”

his voice is no more than a growl. “help me.”

“why?” in feigned confusion, you pitch your voice up. “what’s wrong? i thought you had it.”

“if you don’t help me before my pelvis shatters, sweetie, we won’t be able to have anything for the foreseeable future.” 

now, you’re the one who freezes. 

no sex?

you shudder. what a frightening thought. 

rushing to his side, you support him as he slowly flails out of the position. once his limbs are straight again, he lies face down on the mat. 

“i see that i underestimated you,” he breathes. outside of his hearty laughter, you’ve never heard him wheeze quite like this. “i guess it’s best if i stick to firearms.” 

[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

NERD!ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU SQUIRT.

PART ONE HERE

CW: Oral, fingering, squirting. 🔞MDNI🔞

"Yeah," Xavier said "Can you teach us how to make her squirt?"

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The room had gone completely still. Sex and whiskey hung in the air, thick enough to taste. You were breathing wrong, every breath felt heavy, caught in a throat made raw by whiskey and sharp gasps. Zayne's chest felt warm and unyielding at your back, getting up would have required a kind of effort the room didn't seem to allow for.

Xavier's tongue was tracing the edge of his knuckle where your first release had coated him. His eyes had gone almost entirely black, pupils blown so wide there was barely any color left, every bit of that darkness was fixed between your thighs.

Behind you, Zayne exhaled, low and unsteady, the sound catching in his throat before it reached your skin. He hadn't moved back. He had moved closer, pressing his hard cock between your ass, the friction made it clear his medical textbooks hadn't prepared him for how much he actually wanted to ruin you right now.

"That requires an entirely different approach," Zayne's voice was thicker and rougher than it had been. His hands tightened on your waist before he said anything else. Then he bent his head, lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear.

"Are you alright with this? Do you want to show them?"

Your head had already begun to fall back against his shoulder and the whimper that came out of you wasn't something you'd planned.

"Yeah"

His patience didn't leave exactly, but it changed shape, it became something slower. His hand moved from your waist, sliding up until his palm curved around your breast again, broad, warm and unhurried. His thumb found your nipple without searching for it and he began to roll it between his fingers with a steady pressure that sat right on the edge of too much and didn't waver.

"The G-spot," he said, his voice settling back into something that almost resembled composure, "isn't about surface stimulation. It isn't about rhythm either." He pinched your nipple lightly, and your breath caught. He continued as though he hadn't noticed, or perhaps because he had. "Squirting isn't something you can rush. We've spent nearly twenty minutes on foreplay and that's perfect because the entire pelvic region needs time to fill with blood, to become fully engorged. Without that, it won't work."

His thumb moved in a slow circle around your nipple, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use it.

"The targets are the paraurethral glands. Small, about the size of a pea, sitting on either side of the urethra, close to her G-spot. Most people don't know they exist. Most people don't know what they're capable of." A pause. "You're about to learn."

Xavier's voice came quiet and low. "I want to try."

Whatever remained of the quiet, compliant boy from freshman orientation—the one who'd handed you a campus map and apologized for bumping into you—was gone. Completely. He moved forward until he was wedged between your legs, his thighs pressing firmly against your calves.

A cold spike of something, fear, want, the particular overwhelm of both arriving at once, shot straight down your spine. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, a reflexive flinch against the intensity of his gaze, the nearness of him and the reality of what was about to happen. Your knees had barely begun to move before something stopped them.

Caleb moved to the edge of the mattress and closed his hand over your right knee. Not gently. He pressed it down and out over Zayne's thigh, his grip immovable, the kind that didn't invite negotiation. You weren't going to close yourself off. He'd made that clear without saying a word.

Rafayel took your left. His fingers found the inside of your knee and held on with trembling pressure.

You looked down at them through the blur of whiskey and heat.

Caleb's jaw was locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek like he was chewing through something. The flush on his neck had darkened to something almost bruised, creeping up toward his jaw, his breath coming in audible hitches he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. Rafayel had his bottom lip caught between his teeth hard enough to drain the color from it, his eyes tracking every shiver that moved through your body like he was trying to memorize them.

And then lower.

A small, damp circle had bled through the gray of Rafayel's sweatpants. The front of Sylus's pants were pulled tight, a matching wet spot darkening the fabric, spreading slightly every time he exhaled.

"Keep her steady." Zayne's hips kept moving, that same slow roll against you, while his fingers worked both of your nipples at once, rolling and pinching until heat shot straight down through your stomach and didn't stop.

"Xavier." His tone shifted into something clinical "Two fingers, palm facing up toward her navel. Her arousal is sufficient as a baseline, but you need to use the lubricant on my nightstand. I don't want friction, I don't want any tissue irritation." A pause, weighted. "Once you're inside, feel along the anterior wall. There will be a ridge, different from the surrounding tissue. Think of the roof of your mouth."

Xavier reached for the lubricant and coated his fingers slowly, his hands were shaking. Then he brought them to your entrance, just the tips at first, barely making contact, and paused there for a breath that felt longer than it was.

He pushed in slowly.

Inch by inch, the stretch of it opening you around him, his fingers pressing through the heat and slick of you with patience. His eyes had gone wide by the time his fingertips swept up and found it, the ridge Zayne had described, unmistakable, exactly where he'd said it would be.

A cry tore out of you before you could stop it, fractured and too loud. It rang off the walls and you knew without question it had carried straight down the hallway outside.

Sylus shadow fell over you before he leaned down, face unreadable, there was a particular stillness of someone exerting tremendous control. His thumb caught your chin and pressed your jaw down, and then his fingers were in your mouth, muffling whatever came next. You closed your lips around them without thinking. Your tongue found his knuckles and you pulled him in, sucking hard, needing the solid reality of him to hold onto, something grounding while everything else was coming apart.

"Keep it down, sweetie." he said. Low. Almost gentle.

"Like this?" Xavier's voice came from below, strained thin.

He had begun to move, curling his fingers up, knuckles dragging against your entrance with every stroke while his fingertips pressed into the ridged wall above. He went deeper with each repetition. Not faster. Deeper, the hook of his fingers catching on the sensitive texture inside you and holding there just long enough before pulling back and doing it again.

"Slower."

Zayne's breath was scorching against your neck, his fingers never stopping, working your nipples with a precision that had stolen most of your ability to think. Behind you his hips pushed forward, heavier than before, a frustrated grind that he didn't bother to disguise.

"You're skimming the surface," he said. "Press into it. Maintain the motion and add external pressure to the clitoris, combine both. Increase as the tissue expands." His voice dropped slightly. "Can you feel how she's changing around you? How she's pulling you in?"

Xavier made a sound low in his throat, almost involuntary, his head dipping forward. His thumb came down against your pelvic bone and he adjusted his angle, pushing deeper until his knuckles were completely slick. His strokes slowed and firmed, each one pressing up into you with a patience that was clearly costing him something.

"It's getting tighter," he said, voice fraying at the edges. "It's... it's pushing back. She's so hot inside."

"She's engorging, the fluid is building in the glands. You cannot break the rhythm, not now, not for anything. If you ease up even slightly, the accumulation dissipates and you lose everything you've built."

He said it like a warning. Like he was saying it to himself as much as Xavier.

It was nothing like before.

Not the sharp, electric jolt of Zayne's thumb. this was something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. A fullness that built with every stroke and didn't recede, coiling low in your abdomen like pressure with nowhere to go. Every time Xavier's fingers found that spot and pressed, a wave rolled through you, enormous and terrifying, making you want to beg for something you didn't have words for. You bit down on Sylus's knuckles without meaning to, eyes losing focus, your whole body tightening around a point you couldn't reach.

On either side of you, Caleb and Rafayel hadn't moved. Couldn't. Their knuckles had gone white where they held your legs open, and their eyes were fixed on Xavier's hand, on the way his fingers disappeared into you and came back slick, on the wetness that had gone past the point of containment. It was pooling at your entrance, spilling over and running down Xavier's wrist.

It was Rafayel who broke first.

"Zayne." His voice came out cracked, barely holding together. He swallowed hard, his gaze still locked on the fluid stringing between your skin and Xavier's hand, his body giving him away beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. "She's...fuck...it's leaking. Is she close?"

"She's almost there."

Zayne's voice had lost everything clinical about it now. Whatever composure he'd been maintaining had come apart completely, leaving only this—his fingers digging into your nipples, pinching hard, driving the sensation past the point of bearable while his hips pressed into you with desperation.

"Xavier. Fast circles on her clit, other hand, now." A beat. "Force it."

Xavier looked up at your face instead.

Your eyes had gone hazy, barely tracking, tears gathering at the corners from nothing but sheer overwhelm. Your lips were still wrapped around Sylus's fingers, your chest heaving in ragged pulls, small broken sounds escaping around his knuckles every time Xavier moved inside you. You were completely undone. Anyone could see it.

Xavier saw it too.

He didn't raise his hand to your clit. Something shifted behind his eyes, a flash of something reckless and deliberate, the look of someone who had been quietly calculating this exact moment and had finally decided to take it.

"You said anything I can do with my hands," he murmured, his voice dropping to something barely above a whisper, "I can enhance with my mouth, right?."

His blonde hair fell across his forehead as he leaned down.

"Xavier—" Zayne's voice came sharp with warning.

Too late.

Xavier buried his face between your thighs.

The heat of his mouth hit you without warning.

Xavier's tongue sealed over your clit and the sound that came out of you was strangled, swallowed by Sylus's fingers, barely contained. He didn't tease. He remembered every word Zayne had said, flattened his tongue broad and wet against you, using the full weight of it to meet the pressure building from inside, while his fingers hooked harder and began to move in a rhythm that was merciless and gave you absolutely nothing to brace against.

"Breathe." Zayne's lips found your temple and pressed them there, warm and close. "What you're feeling, the fullness, the urgency, it will feel exactly like a need to release. That's correct. That's exactly right." His breath shook against your skin. "Don't fight it. Bear down. Let your pelvic floor go completely. Let it happen."

You stopped fighting.

You exhaled and let go. Your pelvic floor released and you bore down against the hook of Xavier's fingers, against the wet relentless press of his tongue, and for one suspended second everything went very still.

Then your body locked.

Every muscle seized at once, thighs convulsing against Caleb and Rafayel's grip. They leaned their full weight into your knees and held. Caleb let out a breathless "fuuuuck look at her". You bit down on Sylus's fingers hard enough to feel his knuckles against your teeth, vision narrowing to nothing.

It came in a rush, clear and forceful, spilling over Xavier's chin, across his cheeks, soaking into the fabric beneath you. His fingers stayed where they were, buried deep, riding out every contraction as your body clenched around him in waves that didn't stop, that pulled at him and wouldn't let go.

He didn't pull back. His tongue kept moving through it, his jaw working, his nose pressed to your skin while you sobbed through the aftershocks, open, head falling back against Zayne's shoulder again, with the full dead weight of someone who had nothing left to hold onto.

The room went quiet before you heard the slow, wet sound of Xavier withdrawing his fingers. Sylus drew his hand from your mouth just as slowly, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, catching a smear of saliva and wiping it away. He didn't look away from your face. The darkness in his eyes hadn't lifted. It had settled into something that made it very clear this wasn't over.

Xavier raised his head.

His face was flushed deep, his lips wet, a streak of fluid catching the lamplight as it ran down the line of his jaw and dripped onto his collarbone. He looked up at Zayne.

He looked like someone who had just discovered something he couldn't un know.

"Like that?" Xavier asked. The smugness in his voice was not even slightly hidden.

Zayne didn't answer right away.

He was staring down at the space between your thighs, at the soaked mattress, at the evidence of everything his careful, clinical framework had produced. His chest rose and fell hard against your back, his breath coming uneven against your neck, and you felt it before you fully understood what it was, a spreading warmth behind you, seeping through the fabric of his trousers, pressing into you. Unmistakable.

"Yes," Zayne said finally. His voice was stripped of every careful layer he'd spent the entire evening constructing "Exactly like that."

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Chapter 3:Rafayel

Chapter 4: Xavier

Chapter 5: Caleb

Chapter 6: Sylus

Chapter 7: Zayne

[starkissedxav]

a/n: soft little drabble between valko works :3 don’t worry xavier i know where home is <3

sweet xavier who tells you the two of you can go try a new breakfast place tomorrow morning. but when the time rolls around to get out of bed he wraps his arms around you a little tighter, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and pouts.

“five more minutes starlight.” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but swoon, melting into his grip and letting your eyes flutter shut.

when five minutes pass you wiggle a bit, xavier’s arms flex around you, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

“xav, we have to get up,” you whisper, xavier groans softly. there’s a small furrow in his brows, his silver hair sticks in every which direction. your hand moves on its own to smooth the unruly strands.

“stay with me for a little longer,” his voice is softer, one eye cracking open so he can get a good look at you. a small smile breaks onto his face when you roll your eyes.

“xavier,” you try to sound stern, but the second you sit up you immediately feel his arms around your middle, pulling you down and pressing your back flush to his chest.

“why does my star want to leave me so badly?” he sighs against your ear, placing a soft kiss to the skin beneath it. goosebumps rise on your skin as he continues to leave kisses on you.

“i-i don’t want to, we’re going to get breakfast together,” you mumble out, eyes closing as he chuckles in your ear, biting your earlobe before humming.

“why not brunch instead? i want to stay here with you for a little longer,” his voice softens as he speaks the latter, you can’t help but smile.

“okay, we can do brunch.”

xavier lets out a hum of satisfaction, loosening his grip enough so that you can turn and face him. half his face is squished against your pillow, one eye open as he looks at you with a sleepy smile on his face. you smile lazily at him, one arm draping over his bare waist and letting your head use his bicep as a pillow.

neither of you woke up in time for brunch, xavier suggested hot pot. you suspect this was his plan all along.

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[sugarplumpearl]

Alpha!Valko x Reader

Synopsis: Valko takes his jealousy out on you

Warnings: +18(mdni) alpha!valko, jealous!Valko, marking/scenting/knotting, abo au, pnv, brief mention of anal, mention of blood, licking wound, nicknames (pup, puppy, good girl), naked female/clothed male trope, lemme know if I missed anything

“Should’ve scented you better.”

Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.

The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust. 

The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.

“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.” 

You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was. 

“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”

Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this. 

You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further. 

“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”

“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”

With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest. 

“Atta girl, pup.”

The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot. 

The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.

Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.

Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.

Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb. 

“V-Valko…don’t…”

“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”

A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.

While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.  

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.

His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.

With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.

“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”

Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.

“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.” 

[nebulusts]

── .✦ 𝑆𝑌𝑁𝛰𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 : valko knows exactly how to push your buttons and break you down in the best way a possible. but how could he truly say no to his needy girl?

── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit smut, 18+ only, minors dni, female! reader, oral (f. receiving), marking/biting, bruising, possessive behavior, praise kink, overstimulation, non-human anatomy (claws/tail), one use of the petname 'pup', slight predator/prey dynamics if you really squint >< not proofread oopsie

𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐵𝛰𝑈𝑇 how Valko has been winding you up all evening despite whispering against the shell of your ear to behave during the dinner reservation. And you did. You truly did. But his hand found home just a little too low on the dip of your back during dinner, or how his thumb traced the soft skin of the inside of your wrist when he led you to the private booth behind velvet curtains, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips everytime your breath hitched and your eyes drifted from where you were pretending to read the menu.

Now you find yourself alone in his bedroom, the city lights of Linkon bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing both of you in a kaleidoscope of neon colors. There's goosebumps dotting your skin despite the warmth of his shadow swallowing yours, his hips pressing you down into the mattress without even touching you yet—just hovering, those amber eyes dragging over every inch of you like he's deciding where to start. And the smallest part of you loves the shiver of thrill that crawls down your spine at the closeness, the mere inch or two that separates your aching heat from the hardness in his boxers. He's thick, you can tell even from the outline alone that his cock was far girthier than your fingers and would reach far deeper than any of your favorite toys could.

Valko seems determined to keep your mind slipping away from him.

"You're trembling," he murmurs, voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest into yours and across your skin. His tail curls lazily around your ankle, a casual reminder of just how much of him there is, how much bigger he is... stronger... faster. He hums softly in amusement when you shift your hips needily, pressing them up into nothing but empty air. "And I haven't even done anything."

You whine — a high pitched, half hearted whine— and it's pathetic and desperate and you don't care. "Valko, please."

"Please what, pretty thing?" He tilts his head, cherry-colored hair falling across his forehead, and his claws, still retracted, still polite, drag featherlight down your sternum, feeling the erratic pitter patter of your heartbeat threatening to burst right through your skin. "Use your words."

"Please touch me. Please—" your voice cracks, "—I can't—"

He doesn't let you finish.

He lowers himself, not slowly, not teasingly, but like he's been starving for this too and just needed your permission to stop pretending. His mouth finds your neck as if he's been tracking your pulse all night - which he probably has, and when he sucks—hard, deep, a pull from his mouth that borders on painful—you feel the blood rush to the surface, feel the exact shape of his lips branding you, carving his mark just short of where he knows the neckline of your shirts end.

It's wet and loud in the empty space of the bedroom, an obscene, smacking sound of his mouth working your skin, his tongue flattening against the bruise he's already leaving before he bites down, just shy of breaking skin, just enough to make you gasp and arch into him. You feel him grinning against bare skin, wider when you moan softly, dainty hands finding purchase on the thick cords of muscle, digging into his shoulders, his neck, his back, just about any piece of skin you can get your blunt nails on. His fangs graze your jugular and he groans against you, the vibration of it traveling straight down your spine. His hips twitch against yours. He's holding back, hovering just above where you ache, where you need him most.

And he can smell it. Fuck, he can smell exactly how badly you need him.

"Gotta mark you up," he mutters against your collarbone, already moving lower, his breath hot and uneven. "Need everyone to see. Need you to see, every time you look in the mirror—" He sucks another mark just above your breast, this one darker, more deliberate, his tongue swirling in little circles that make your toes curl. "—remember who you belong to."

He's messy and methodical and eager, saliva slicking your skin, his chin glossy, his hair sticking to his forehead as he works his way down. He pauses at your sternum, teeth grazing your nipple before he actually takes it into his mouth, and the sensation is so sharp and so much and you're so sensitive that you cry out. He hums around the pert little bud, pleased, his tongue flicking relentlessly while his free hand palms your other breast, thumb pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave crescent-shaped imprints, his palm practically engulfing it as he squeezes.

"You taste—" he pulls off with a wet pop, panting, his voice utterly wrecked, "—like you've been waiting for me all day." He kisses down your ribs, open-mouthed and sloppy, leaving a trail of heat and wetness. Each kiss is a claim—a suck, a nip, a lick to soothe the sting. By the time he reaches your hip, you're a canvas of blooming purple and pink, and he's not even close to done.

He pauses and the wait feels like torture. Even for the few stolen seconds he stops to gaze at you through those predatory eyes you feel like your skin won't stop simmering. You whimper, grabbing at his bare shoulder, trying to pull him closer.

"Haven't you, pretty pup?" he asks and its barely a whisper, his mouth hovering so close you can feel the shape of the words against your skin, warm and reverent. You bite down on your bottom lip, warmth swarming through every nerve in your body. Valko lowers his head until his bottom lip touches the top of your clothed cunt, waiting.

"Use your big girl words." He's so close. His voice is a dark, amused purr, his tongue tracing the edge of your panty line like he's savoring the anticipation. "Tell me."

You finally manage the a tiny nod which seems to be enough to satisfy him for the time being.

He bites the soft skin of your inner thigh —just enough to make you jolt and in your reverie his slender fingers tug your flimsy lace panties aside... and then his mouth is there, his tongue flat against your core, and the first lick is so broad and so thorough that your vision whites out and your entire body tightens, thighs clamping around his head which Valko only seems to welcome. He eats you like he's been starved of your taste and you're the only thing able to quench him, just a raw, starving hunger. His nose presses into your clit while his tongue fucks inside you, and he's moaning into you, the sound muffled and desperate.

"You're soaking—" he gasps, pulling back just enough to watch himself slide two fingers into you, his lips slick and reddened, his chin absolutely drenched. "—fuck, look at that. Look at what you're giving me. This pretty little cunt can't get enough." He dives back in without ceremony, sucking your clit into his mouth while his fingers curl against that sweet spongey spot inside you, toes curling and back arching as he feasts on your heat. You gasp when he bites down on the soft nub of your clit lightly, nails raking against his scalp as you tug at his hair in which Valko only presses his head up against your palm in response. And if you weren't so fucked out of your mind already you would've noticed how his hips follow a similar rhythm as yours, grinding down against the mattress as he eats you out.

His free hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise, another mark for the collection you'll discover tomorrow, and he works you like he's trying to memorize every sound you make. When you do come, crying and sputtering his name, soaking over his digits and down your thighs, he doesn't stop—he drinks you down, lapping at the overflow, his tongue flattening to clean every last drop while you shudder and sob above him. It's only when you shove at his shoulder that he hushes you. Shushing you as he kisses your folds, soft and almost reverent, pressing his lips to the mess he made.

Then he crawls back up your body, sucking a fresh mark onto your jaw, his thumb brushing the tears from your lashes, cradling your face in one large, heavy palm, his eyes locking into yours. "That's my good girl," he whispers, amber eyes hazy and satisfied. "Took all of that so pretty. And I'm still not done with you."

[starkissedxav]

valko strongly dislikes claw machines!

a/n: hello gang …. valko fluff … take it please …. i would say sorry for being ooc but baby there is no character </3 so i hope u guys enjoy this LOLLL im very excited for his lore !!! valko lovers this is a safe space ,,, inspired by this post hehe thank u dani for ur genius mind <3

wc: 1k | masterlist

“I’m starting to wish I could say no to you,” valko grumbles, brows drawn together in frustration as he stands much too close to the glass of the claw machine. his gaze only intensifies as he moves the claw a centimeter over, narrowing his eyes as he presses the button. “cmon, cmon,” he mumbles under his breath, groaning loudly and throwing his arms up when the stupid puppy plushy immediately falls out of the claws grasp.

“this is so stupid! I should just buy this place and give you the plushies,” he frowns, amusement flickering in his eyes as he turns to see you keeling over in laughter. a small smile graces his features as he stares at you, “my suffering is not meant for your entertainment, dollface.”

“okay, okay,” you calm yourself down, stepping closer to the much taller man, his fluffy tail immediately brushing against your legs, as if beckoning you closer. “why don’t you try using your evol? no one’s around anyway,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, seeing the small smirk appear on his face.

“that’s cheating,” he hums, leaning closer to you as you roll your eyes playfully.

“fine, stay on your high moral ground. i guess ill just have to go home empty handed” you sigh dramatically, smiling as soon as his fluffy ears droop at your words, tail falling quickly.

there’s a low growl in valko’s throat as he closes his eyes for a moment, opening them and laser focusing on the game in front of him.

“I can control metal, this machine is metal, there’s no way i can lose,” the cocky smirk on his features makes you giggle. his chest is puffed out slightly, tail slowly wagging behind him.

you can see the metal claw change shape slightly, molding around the plushy as it wraps around it. and as quickly as he opens his mouth to boast, the plushy falls from the machines grasp and back into its original position.

“what?!” he barks out, yellow eyes practically glowing in frustration as he immediately swipes the game card again, using his evol once more. and coming up empty.

after the nth try you have to pull valko away from the arcade game, especially when he starts shaking the machine out of frustration.

“it’s okay val i didn’t want the plush that bad anyway,” you console him, patting his back as his ears are drooping on his head. your soothing words make his tail wag ever so slightly, ears peeking up when you slide your hand into his and pull his body closer to yours. “i already have the only cuddly puppy i could ever want,” your words make him grin softly, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to yours temple.

“‘M not a puppy,” he mumbles, eyes gleaming in adoration as you tilt your head back and laugh.

“okay tough guy.”

two days later you open your front door and see valko holding the cursed puppy plush, tail wagging rapidly behind him and ear twitching in excitement as he presents it to you.

“oh my god!” you squeal, taking the plus from his hands and hugging it tightly, “i can’t believe you got him!” valko smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders.

“you said you wanted it, can’t have my doll go without something she wants,” he leans against your doorframe, nonchalant demeanor immediately melting away as you throw yourself at him.

valko catches you instinctively, arms curling around you and face burying into the crook of your neck. you press a flurry of kisses to his face, eliciting giggles from the man. his fluffy tail is a blur as you thank him over and over.

when your feet finally touch the floor again, you’re pulling him inside your apartment. “when did you even get a chance to go? thought you had a bunch of meetings,” you pay the spot next to you on the couch, valko joins you quickly.

he hums in satisfaction when he curls up next to you, eyes fluttering shut as you card your fingers through his burgundy hair, scratching at the base of his ears.

“skipped them, if it’s important enough I’ll hear about it,” his words are muffled as he nuzzles his face deeper into your side, taking in a deep breath and relaxing at your scent.

“how long did it take for you to win the plush?” the question makes him tense up, and his tail immediately tucks between his legs. “valko…” your voice makes a small whine leave his lips, yellow eyes staring up at you begging for mercy.

“you love me right?” he asks sheepishly, afraid of being scolded by you.

“very much,” you reply, kissing the top of his head and scratching his ears. he melts into your touch.

“even if i bought the place and spent all day perfecting my evol to get your plush?” his tail wags slowly behind him, the shyest smile you’d ever seen paints his features. you can’t even be mad at him.

“my silly boy,” you chuckle, patting his head before cupping his cheeks and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. he’s on you immediately, body completely covering yours as he melts into your soft touches.

“i did good right?” his eyes are wide and pupils blown as he stares down at you, eagerly awaiting your approval.

“pfft you’re shameless,” you giggle out, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away and grinning up at him. “good boy valko,” you murmur, laughing when he peppers your face with kisses and soaks in your praise.

“so you’re a pro claw machine player with your evol now?” you ask, valko settling at your side once more. his eyes avert your gaze, you can’t help but laugh.

“i had to watch a video tutorial, my evol was useless,” he pathetically admits, burying his face completely into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment. you hold back your laughter.

“aw, my big bad wolf lost to the evil claw machine,” you coo sympathetically, valko lets out a high pitched whine.

“don’t be mean to me, doll” he mumbles, you can feel the pout on his face. you hold him a little tighter as you smile.

“i still love you all the same handsome,” you’re quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “should we go on a walk to cheer you up?” his ears perk up at the words.

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[finding-galaxys]

🔞 Ok so imagine this…… IMAGINE THIS!!!!

I know Valko has been introduced to us just today and we obviously don't know how his personality is gonna be like but IM SO FERAL IF HE COMES OUT CALLING MC PUP!!!!! 🫦✨

So I'm gonna leave this quick and maybe bad written PWP drabble of Valko. SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

| • Also, please take in mind that this may not be how Valko's personality would be in the game, he is a new character that we still don't know how he is gonna be. So I just made this for fun 😊 • |

Credits to dividers: @/cafekitsune

You held tightly the pillow under you, digging your nails and almost ripping the fabric of it as you were lost in his thrusts. Slow, sloppy, feral.

Both of you sweating, his big chest flushed with your back as he moaned and growled in your ear, making your eyes roll back. Getting lost at the mix of sensations.

“That's it, so good for me~" he kept sliding his fat cock with that delicious and torturous slow pace as he snaked his arm around your neck to form a lock, holding you down completely. At his mercy.

You held back a whimper when he hit that good spot inside of you, bitting your bottom lip trying to hide it. But he already knew. "Did that feel good, pup?” he couldn't help but chuckle. Oh you were so doomed~.

He lifted his hips slightly to adjust his angle and hit that sweet spot again, making you see stars as he didn't stop. You were drooling all over the pillow as you scratched his forearm that was holding you down, drawing blood under your nails.

His other hand pressing firmly on your abdomen to make the sensation more intense. You could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, eager to knock you up and shoot that creamy seed.

His tail thwamped behind him on the bed, he couldn't stop, he needed to breed you nice and round. His fangs already aching to dig on your nape as his tongue licked all the way up your throat, savouring your taste. His nose pressing behind your ear and giving a good big sniff to your scent. Yes, you were perfect, just a perfect mate for him.

“I’m not letting go of you. I'll take good care of you, pup. Just let me mate you properly. Breed you and give you a big litter of pups~”

I'M SORRY WHAT DID I JUST WROTE!!?!?

I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!.... And know I need more~ uwu

[aizawhore]

Vanish Into You

Something really weird is happening with your favorite game. Since when was there a 4D update!?

pairing: Caleb Xia x reader

cw: obsessive themes, delulu reader and delulu caleb, fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v sex, jealousy, light yandere themes, overstimulation, mentions of masturbation

a/n: this is super deranged and unreal LMFAO i just love the idea of caleb breaking the 4th wall in game all the time and wanted to have a lil fun for his belated b-day :P also def might make this a multi part thing!!

wc: 9.5k

For the last year, you have become absolutely infatuated with your phone- specifically a silly little app called love and deepspace. It all started with you simply falling down a little rabbit hole on tik tok one night- filled with edits and clips of some of the finest animated men you’ve ever seen in your life and it quickly had you itching for more.

It became a full time, sickening addiction. Your life was engrossed in the distant, fictional world of Linkon City- surrounded by all five love interests that seemed to keep your attention at all hours of the day. When you worked, you spent your breaks farming rubies in Hunter Contests, or chocolates through dates at the arcade! You’re a force to be reckoned with at Kitty Cards- sweeping wins left and right against every single one of the men that were more than willing to indulge you.

It became slightly concerning for the people around you, having no clue at all what could possibly keep your attention so beyond locked in on your phone screen. Some of the girls you worked with assumed it was a boy you were just keeping secret- and in a way they were right.

There was one boy in particular that had your heart completely captive- Caleb.

Your sweet, doting, Caleb. He was the most attentive of the five, doing absolutely anything and everything for MC- because he genuinely wants to.

You spent the most time with him in the Destiny Café, hours spent in quality time while you went about your daily life. He worked out, you cleaned. He worked while you did, offering small tidbits of commentary with that delectably smooth voice that always made you yearn to hear it for real-

You didn’t mean for this to grow so parasocial, and you were quite embarrassed whenever you thought too hard about it. But, you find that reality really sucks when there’s a world in your palms that’s so willing to cater to your every desire. The farspace fleet’s colonel was someone that struck a certain nerve deep within you, he was man that stemmed from such deep pain and trauma and more than willing to bear the weight of it all for the one thing he loves most- MC.

If you wouldn’t end up on some form of a grippy sock vacation for admitting it, you’d very loudly express your jealousy for the character you portray in this game you spend all your time playing.

But beyond these silly surface level feelings, there was something about Caleb’s character that was…. rousing.

Again, you may be a little crazy- and this might be a stretch, which you’re honestly so down bad it definitely could be. It’s not like you’re gonna talk to anybody about this anyways- but every time you hop on the game, every time you went to kindle memories with Caleb or whenever you enjoy secret times, something felt like his character was talking and looking through the screen as opposed to just talking and looking at MC through her perspective.

It was alarming, yes, and maybe you should finally schedule that therapy appointment you’ve been putting off for the last 6 months… but you found it slightly comforting, even in its unnerving nature. Of course, his trope aligns with yandere- and of course that was one of the many reasons he was your main, but still. Maybe his voice actor just deserves one hell of a raise for truly convincing you through that smooth, baritone voice that you were the one he truly longed for.

Ugh, you would give anything to leave the shitty reality you live in to fully immerse yourself in the world that rests in your palms. Seriously, anything.

Especially when you walk into work to find absolutely everything’s a complete shit show. Almost everybody called out, which means you have to stay way later than scheduled- customers are even more impatient and rude than normal and of fucking course someone completely trashed the bathroom. You 1,000% are not getting paid enough for this.

If only you were living in your dream world, you wouldn’t have to put up with any of this bullshit. You scoff in disgust at the sight of the bathroom in front of you and slam the door shut with an “out of order” sticker slapped on top. Taking care of it is not a task you’re brave enough to take on right now.

You’re beyond pissed with today, it’s Caleb’s birthday event- and you saved up enough rubies to finally ball out on wishes to hopefully bring his new card home. But of course, you’re going to be fucking stuck here until who knows when-

“Excuse me?” You hear a softer man’s voice fill your ears and you turn to see a guy around your age standing on the other side of the counter of the coffee shop you work at. He’s kinda cute, you can’t lie. A sweet, but nervous glint in his eye and you raise your brow in response. He probably saw how pissed you were coming back from finding out about the fucking bathroom situation, you shouldn’t take it out on him when he probably just walked in. “Sorry, how can I help you?” You force a polite smile and he offers a sympathetic one back.

“No worries. Long day?” His question throws you off, a complete 180 from the inconsiderate assholes that have been adding to your shit mood. You can’t help but sigh and nod honestly, something about his concern has you feeling a tad vulnerable on a surface level. “You could definitely say that. One of those days where everything goes wrong, y’know? It’ll pass, but, what can I get you started with?” You don’t have to force the smile as much when he’s got quite a handsome smile himself.

One of his hands reaches back and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Well, if i’m being completely honest- I only came inside because I saw you through the window and thought you were really pretty. I’m so sorry if that sounds creepy, I can totally head out if so- I just wanted to ask if you were seeing anyone or, maybe if you’d be open to getting to know a stranger. Again, totally cool if not.” His face is bright red now, and you feel your stubborn heart jump to your throat at the unexpected admission.

He came in just because he thinks you’re pretty?

You’ve never heard anything so sweet before-

“Really?” You don’t mean to sound so eager, it’s just been so long since you’ve come across a guy that wasn’t a piece of shit from the get go. “I, uh, i’m not seeing anyone currently,” you murmur, feeling your cheeks flush and you look down at your manicured nails to avoid looking so nervous. “I really appreciate the compliment, I uh, I think you’re pretty cute, too.”

It’s a cute exchange, he ends up giving you his number to keep the ball in your court which you respect immensely and before you know it your shift is flying by now. The two of you had made an arrangement to grab a drink tomorrow when he’s off of work and get to know each other, and you’re feeling ecstatic about it. It’s been so unbelievably long since you’ve gone on a date, especially since your free time has lately been devoted to 2-D men on your phone screen.

You could definitely use an orgasm without having to do the work all by yourself.

Of course, you didn’t really have any qualms at all with your current situation. There was something truly alluring about Caleb’s voice, and one of the first things you love doing at night is to pop your headphones in and load up all of his secret times. It was the best way to get yourself truly going- the sound of his whines and heavy breaths directly in your ear reduced you to a complete puddle.

Maybe you were too far gone with abusing not only the secret times section as a whole, but your poor rose. That thing had been working overtime for the last year alone.

So maybe it was time for a real guy to take care of it for you, your devices deserved a well needed break.

It starts with texting throughout the next day, Kyle’s super sweet and seemingly genuine. He’s in college, living in his own apartment, and working on his days off from class in retail. He relates to you on how shitty people can be, how ungrateful and entitled they treat workers such as yourselves even when it’s beyond undeserving.

You smile to yourself as you’re getting ready for your date, Caleb’s writing in his notebook in front of you- but the sweet brunette feels nothing but jealousy and dread as he watches you with those crinkled violet irises from behind the screen.

You’re going on a date with someone else!?

After everything he’s done for you with the resources he has? You can’t be serious.

Love and Deepspace may seem like just an ordinary dating simulator, but your intuition has secretly been correct- Caleb is very much real and has been trying to reach you through the MC. It’s like a one way mirror- you see the game at that surface level, but that eerie feeling you can never actually shake off isn’t just paranoia, you really are being watched.

Every time you do your makeup and have quality time on, those violet eyes are always watching you with a sense of admiration. He thinks you’re more beautiful than anything in this world, and when he makes his slick comments about making sure you stay focused are more so reminders to himself than you. At nights when you fall asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat and deep breaths, he waits until you fully doze off before he lets his eyes creak open to watch you.

Watching you sleep has to be his favorite way to pass time, when you’re the most comfortable and relaxed- it gives him a chance to fully admire you without any interruption. You make the cutest sounds in your sleep, little snores and huffs that just barely qualify as a noise, it only makes him yearn for you even more. If only the day would come where he could break out of this coded system in your phone. He meant it when he’d said he wanted to keep you in a world where it’s just the two of you. He’d keep you safe, and keep you satisfied 24/7. But he’s completely bound to this never ending cycle of pain with MC while you hold all of it in the palm of your hand.

The distance is unbearable now- and it’s a painful slap to his face when he realizes you still have your own real world, one without him in it. There’s no worse feeling than knowing that no matter what he has to offer you, you’ll never be able to truly be his. No matter how many times he’s using his voice to swiftly carry you from one orgasm to the next late at night, you’re meant to find someone else to take Caleb’s place.

He’s absolutely devastated when you’re spraying the last layer of setting spray over your face, locking in your makeup for the night. He even has your makeup routine locked down, knowing what you prefer to use and the methods you use to be able to do your makeup himself if he wanted to. He knows you better than anyone- again, if only he could escape this digital prison. Funny how it’s his birthday, yet the only thing he’s ever wanted is the one thing he’ll never be able to have.

He’d make sure you’d be so well taken care of that you’d never have to even think about anybody else.

You feel pretty good about your appearance, opting for a simple grey tube top with an oversized back cardigan and jeans. It was flattering, but modest enough to not completely throw yourself out there. You wanted to leave a little to the imagination in case anything were to escalate.

It’s been an embarrassing amount of time since you’ve been with anyone… hell, you’re honestly kinda hopeful you can break your dry spell if he’s nice enough.

There’s supposed to be a rain storm later tonight- you don’t know exactly when but you throw your hair up into a high ponytail just in case. There’s a sense of nervousness hanging in the air of your bedroom, you glance around to make sure everything’s cleaned up well enough in case of a visitor and exhale deeply, overwhelmed by yourself.

What are you thinking? It’s just a first date.

The idea of going on such an unexpected date seemed surreal to you- but you figure maybe it could be a good time. As much as you love your little quiet life just playing your favorite game while going through your every day- you glance down at the screen where Caleb still writes diligently in his notebook and that faint desire to escape into that dream world just barely starts tugging at your heartstrings once more-

Maybe it’s time for a healthy change of pace.

You grab your phone with only 12 seconds left of your scheduled quality time, and Caleb watches with a sense of hopelessness brewing in his gut when he sees just how pretty you look- for someone else.

“I’m going out for the night, Cay,” you’re cringing at yourself but you swear it’ll help with the guilt you feel somewhere deep down, “gonna pull all of my wishes when I get back. Please don’t make me spend too much money like Sylus did on his birthday.” You grumble that last part before ending the session and closing out of the app, basically sentencing the poor pilot to time out.

Caleb’s beside himself over the reality he’s facing. You have no idea whatsoever that he can provide you everything and more- certainly more than whatever guy you’re going out to see tonight anyways. He’s gotta figure out a way to prove this to you.

He’s seen your texts- every time you’ve gotten a notification mid game- Caleb can see it. When you selected that little “allow” button when the app asked to track the rest of your apps- you granted him full access to your life through your phone. He knows that this guy isn’t what he’s all chopped up to be in your eyes. He knows he’s better than him. Caleb knows he will always be the best option for you.

And you didn’t have the slightest idea.

You arrive at the bar you’re supposed to meet at right after he does, he’s already waiting outside with a lazy, but undeniably sexy smile stretched across his lips. He looked more put together than he had at the coffee shop- his longer auburn hair styled back in a flowy style, the strands framing his strong jaw. He was dressed in kind of similar clothes, a nice graphic t-shirt with black cargo pants that kept his frame slightly hidden.

You’re nervous for sure, but he’s super nice and holds open the door for you and lets you take the first dibs at whatever bar stool you want. “You look beautiful, how was your day?” He’s asking before anything else. You feel your cheeks flush and turn in the stool to face him. “Thank you, it’s been okay. I’m glad to be out of the house, been cleaning and doing chores all day long. What about you? What did you get yourself into today?” You hum in response before the bartender comes and gets a quick drink order from you both.

You end up talking for a bit longer than you expected- flowing so smoothly through conversation topics and you’re surprised when you both have actually a lot in common. He’s close to graduating medical school, which tells you he definitely has a lot on his plate. The fact that he’s taking time out of his schedule to get to know you makes your skin tingle with nerves.

Your night continues, you’ve had enough drinks to feel great but not too many so you can still handle yourself and get home safe. There’s an arcade attached to the bar, and he pays for a game card to be able to spend even more time together. You aren’t lying either when you say you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself.

You look around the arcade as you walk alongside him, a bit closer than you would have at the start of the night, and your eyes lay on a glowing claw machine towards the further wall of the arcade. His eyes follow where yours went and you notice a sense of….hesitation?

“You wanna do the claw machine? Out of everything here?”

You fucking hate the way your mind immediately jumps to the warm violet irises that would never question what you’d choose at the arcade. Your breath catches in your throat from nervousness- “Uh- kinda. The claw machine is always my favorite,” you chew on your bottom lip before he realizes you’re taken aback by his response.

“No! That totally works- I just, aw, man I really suck at these things,” he’s laughing kinda nervously himself and it confuses you the slightest bit, “I wasn’t looking to embarrass myself so soon and scare you off.”

Oh, he just sucks at claw machines- not that he thinks you’re weird for liking them.

You start to giggle, relief spreading across your chest and you wave his nervous smile off. “Oh my god, there’s no way you’re bad enough to scare me off.” You playfully shove at his arm beside you and he smiles down at you- wow, he’s actually really fucking hot.

You’re suddenly appreciating going the alcohol first route wayyy more.

You walk with him to the claw machine, and you’re genuinely shocked when he actually proves himself right. You’ve never seen worse claw skills in your life, even if you tried. You’re trying so hard to be supportive, but it’s almost like he doesn’t even have a sense of urgency to rescue the plushies from their confinement.

What really rubs you the wrong way is when he doesn’t even let you try.

“Maybe we can come back to it, why don’t we play a game together instead?”

Caleb would never-

What the fuck is wrong with you!?

You can’t compare this guy that’s just probably just really nervous and maybe embarrassed about the fact that he couldn’t win you something to somebody fucking fictional.

“That’s fine with me,” you hum with a smile and follow him to the pinball machines. The vibe isn’t threatened at all by the claw machine situation like you worried it would be. It’s really nice.

You step off to the bathroom at one point in the night to freshen yourself up, growing warm from the drinks, and you look at your phone for the first time tonight to find it absolutely flooded.

You’ve never seen this many notifications from lads in your life!?

They were all the typical game notifications at first glance- he’s offering to whip up some food for you, doesn’t want you to forget the plans you’ve made with him, etc. But the fact that there’s so many when it’s only been about four hours since you’ve touched your phone is quite alarming. You scroll through them all to reach the “clear notifications” button when your eye catches something different.

Love and Deepspace: SYSTEM NOTICE: IMPROMPTU SERVER MAINTENANCE FROM 01:00-04:00.

Huh?

You jump to reddit immediately but can’t find anybody posting about this sudden maintenance notification- nor do you see anybody else’s app getting so many notifications tonight.

That’s weird.

Well, if you can’t get straight home to finally pull Caleb’s newest memory for his birthday event- might as well let tonight take you wherever it wants.

You head back out of the bathroom to find Kyle waiting for you with his arms folded over his chest, a new game card tucked between two of his fingers and he offers it out to you with a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree then, forgetting all about the weird notifications from your phone.

The arcade is absolutely buzzing with energy. You soak it all in as you’re laughing across the air hockey table, competitiveness radiating off of your features. He cocks a brow at you as you’re both shooting the puck around and around, eyes gleaming at your excitement. “You having fun, pretty?” He asks from across the table and you have to swallow back the delighted surprise of the pet name. “Yeah! Are you? You’re pretty good at this one,” you offer a compliment as you deflect the puck and shoot it back across to his side.

You’re both leaning over the table, hyper focused and putting your alls into the game. He nods with a chuckle, leaning down just the slightest bit and looking over at you with a sudden, more flirtatious gleam in his eye. “Yeah, I am. And thanks, it’s easy for me to play because I like to keep my hands busy,” he’s suddenly shooting the puck straight past your paddle and into the winning slit.

That was definitely a flirt.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you play off your shock as you bend down to grab the puck from the little holder at the bottom of the table. You feel heat flush down your spine, and when you go to stand he’s smiling innocently as if he hadn’t just slipped in the insinuation that he’d want to fucking finger you.

“Oh yeah?” You decide to play the game with him, he’s been super respectful, super kind, he’s paid for everything and you happen to think he’s pretty damn hot- and with this server maintenance you’re not exactly in a rush to get home anyways. It’s been forever- you decide you wanna have a bit of fun tonight.

You place the puck against the table and it starts to float around in a little circle. You rest your weight on your hip, leaning down provocatively before looking dead into his golden eyes from across the table, “How busy?” You ask, taking the opening of his eyes dropping to your frame to shoot the puck- shooting it straight into his goal box, ending the game on a tie 5-5.

The energy in the bright arcade is buzzing into something warmer, crowding the two of you as you both round the table and meet in the middle. You’ve gotten more confident in your stance, looking up at the auburn locks falling down around Kyle’s shoulders in front of you. You weren’t even expecting anything to come from tonight- you talked yourself out of the expectations while getting ready when you felt that weird internalized guilt gnawing at you that you can’t ever fully explain.

You feel his hands grow experimental, one reaching for your waist over the soft fabric of your cardigan to pull you in closer against him. So what if he didn’t wanna let you play the claw machine? He’s absolutely jacked under these baggy clothes!

“As busy as you’d want them to be. Though, I wasn’t really expecting you to be so curious about that.” His voice has dropped an octave, and you hum in response while your hands reach to press against his firm chest.

You’re growing absolutely pissed with yourself as your subconscious keeps forcing a god damn character into your brain- something is urging you to go home to the game, but you try to force your mind to the current situation in front of you. You can’t worry about a game when there’s a perfectly good looking guy right in front of you, leaning down to press his lips against yours experimentally.

You’ve got way more important matters to tend to.

The rain has started to come, pouring down in heavy, hypnotic waves and you’re tucked up in Kyle’s backseat with his lips on yours- and one of his hands between your thighs.

It happened so fast, but you wanted it that way. You wanted no time to think, when you can’t think, you can’t get distracted by the weight of what your life has been consumed by for over the last year. Everything tonight has been overall great, but you can’t lie- this is currently tanking the entire night. Not only does he suck at playing with claw machines, but he is completely incompetent at playing with pussy.

He’s eager, but it’s like he’s never touched one let alone seen one before in his life. It’s embarrassing, how many times you’ve shifted your hips to try and move where his fingers reach- but they’re nowhere near where you fucking need them. And the kissing, oh my god. You needed more passion, more tongue, more heat, more sound, so much more and you weren’t getting anything at all. You feel worse for him, the fact that he’s probably got such a hard on that you won’t be doing anything about because you’re gonna have to go home immediately and relieve the frustrations you’re flooded with because of this.

Even when you try to think about and remember all your favorite voicelines from Caleb to soften the blow of how absolutely dogshit this is, it’s only making your case so much worse.

You should have listened to your gut and just gone home to the game. You would’ve made yourself cum probably twice by now, and you’re not even close to cumming once. And it sucks because he seems so sweet, but this is just atrocious. Are you shallow for that? You don’t know, but the fact that all he’s done is rub against your lip instead of anywhere else has given you more than enough reason to call it quits now.

And it really sucks that all you have to compare this to is something fictional- it makes you sick to your stomach when you’re rudely reminded that the boys in your phone are all fake. You could cry when you think about how you’ll probably never be treated to the standard you expect because your standard is just based off of pixels on a screen.

This is what you’re forced to put up with because you got too obsessed with a little game on your phone.

You fake your orgasm then, and cringe internally the whole way through. He looks proud of himself, and you don’t have the heart to tell him how awful it was. You’re also surprised when he doesn’t expect you to return the favor, just happy he could do something for you. That part makes the guilt deepen to an unbearable level.

You don’t remember saying goodbye, or promising another date soon, you just remember getting in your car in the pouring rain and driving home through the storm. It’s supposed to get nasty tonight- lightning, high winds, and all. You don’t mind it one bit, the sounds and sight from your window are comforting when you get home and feel your frustrations finally boil over and tears start to spill from your eyes.

You hate how fucked up you feel for being so mad at a guy that didn’t technically do anything wrong, he just didn’t do it right.

You hate how fucked up you feel for constantly comparing and letting your mind drift places it shouldn’t when you have something real trying to earn your attention.

You hate how unfair it feels- but your intuition has always been right- this reality sucks, and you’re back in that toxic mentality of wanting nothing more than to just slip away to Linkon City.

You take a hot shower to calm your tears and clean yourself of tonight’s disappointment. Drying your hair takes forever but you get it done before the lightning and thunder kicks in. You’re finally crawling into bed after putting your favorite cozy pajamas on and your phone is sitting there waiting for you.

If the system is still under maintenance it may just be your final reason.

But somehow, when you open the app- all seems to be normal. There isn’t even a notice about the maintenance- nor is there a server maintenance gift like there usually is. Your browser furrow in confusion, but you just move on the second the game loads up and you find Caleb happily waiting for you in the Destiny Café.

At least he’s here to pick you up when you’re feeling so down.

You can’t even smile at the screen, instead going straight to the wish pool for Caleb’s event and saying a quick prayer before dropping your first ten wishes. You’re anxious, purposely turning the sound off so that way you can’t tell through the pitch of those swirling stars if you’re getting the 5 star or not- you love the anticipation.

Never in your life have you gotten a 5 star within the first 10 wishes- but my god today must be your lucky day. You could sob harder when you see the shiny apple dangling from the tree- signaling you got exactly what you wanted. You’re crazy enough to convince yourself it must be some form of consolation for the shitty date you had, and you let that comfort you even more when the rain starts really picking up.

You decide shortly after that you’re honestly too frustrated and exhausted to pick up the rose- a sense of disappointment heavy on your limbs and you decide to curl up and try to sleep- turning on Caleb’s quality time once again your tired eyes glance at the way he’s looking at you, do his eyes look brighter than normal?

It must be your sleepiness, or maybe the weird secret update you got notified about earlier.

“Why can’t I just disappear from here? Why can’t I just drift off to Skyhaven with you?” You’re so frustrated and exhausted- you suddenly feel sympathetic and more understanding of why babies cry so much when they’re tired- because you feel that same exhaustion overflowing you and it sucks.

You make Caleb take you to sleep, and drop the phone next to your head on the pillow. Turning on your side, you bundle up extra in the blankets and sigh deeply, closing your eyes and letting the symphony of the rain and thunder clashing with Caleb’s soft breaths take over everything.

This is the peace you’ve been craving all night.

You drift off pretty easily, but sometime after there’s an extra loud clap of thunder that rattles your entire apartment up. It’s so loud it jolts you awake just in time to witness your power completely shutting off. You feel a sense of dread fill your chest and you reach out in the dark for your phone, and grow even more stressed when you realize your phone is somehow off too. You could’ve sworn it was on the charger this whole time- how could it have died!?

Well great, you’re stuck alone in your apartment with no electricity whatsoever, and you’re scared of the dark- fucking great.

You really wish you were in your little game now.

You fold your knees to your chest where you sit in your bed and feel the panic start to rise in your chest- you don’t know what to do especially when your phone is off and dead. You feel helpless, what if something really bad happens and you can’t call for help? What if somebody takes advantage of the storm and breaks in-

“Pip? You okay in here?” You hear a man’s voice just then, and feel a heavy presence enter your room. Your eyes bulge out of your skull then, slapping a terrified hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself as silent as possible thinking it would keep you hidden somehow in the dark. Someone’s in here, and despite how oddly familiar the voice is- your fear has you completely frozen in place.

You can’t really see anything in the dark, but you can make out the outline of a taller man in your doorway. How did somebody get in here!? Who in the fuck would be in here, and who the hell is Pip!?

A strike of lightning finally flashes again, and you’re granted a sliver of illumination that lets you see better. You’re only granted a second but in that second the first thing you make out is a set of worried looking violet eyes.

No. Fucking. Way.

The thunder crackles and your apartment is gifted back the electricity, your room quickly lights back up from a dim lamp on the nightstand and you’re now face to face with Caleb fucking Xia.

You must be dreaming. Or dead. Maybe the lightning struck through your window and electrocuted you to death.

You blink once. Twice. Three times, even. He’s still standing there- looking entirely too real, and too good. He’s got that concerned look in his eyes, brows raised just slightly as he takes in your probably terrified expression. He’s dressed in the same pajamas from hidden waves- the navy t shirt hung on his massive frame, emphasizing his bulky traps and thick biceps. His soft brown hair is messy, like he’d just gotten out of bed from sleep.

You have no idea what the fuck is reality or a fever dream at this point. And as petrified and confused as you were, you felt a warmth start to traitorously pool between your thighs. Caleb is trying to understand why you look so scared- he got up the second the power went out, all of Skyhaven just experienced a sudden power outage and he went to turn on the generator from the garage in his house. He came back to find you petrified- more than just the normal fear MC feels during dark, stormy nights- this is different, he can see it in your eyes.

“What happened, Pip? I got up for just a second and you’re acting all scared. Is everything o-”

Wait a fucking second.

His eyes narrow on your trembling form for a moment- and his heart leaps through his chest at the realization that it’s actually you.

You’re really here- without the pixelated barrier between you.

“Oh,” you see his eyes widen, and you know there’s something being calculated behind those gorgeous eyes of his. You’re trying to make sense of what’s happening, and your eyes track the way his large arms fold into each other across his broad chest. “It’s really you this time?” His voice is as teasing as it is excited, he can’t believe you’re here in the flesh.

He figures it must have been the power outage in both your world and his- maybe some form of witchcraft that brought you here, but he couldn’t care less about the reason. You’re here, and he has every opportunity to finally prove to you that he’s all you could ever need in your life.

“C-Caleb?” Oh, your voice is heavenly. Even prettier in person, there’s a burning desire to hear more of you boiling in his chest- a carnal need to hear all those little cries you muffle into your pillow late at night when you’d fuck yourself to the sounds of his voice.

He nods in response, taking it slow, and slowly steps towards the bed you’re sitting on. Suddenly, your sense of smell is kicking in and it’s only adding to the warmth in your core- the blankets you have clutched in your palms smell like something manly. A light musk, citrusy like a crisp apple- and something warmer that fills your nostrils and you quickly grow addicted to the aroma.

This isn’t your bed, and this isn’t your room.

“It’s me, i’m your Caleb. And you’re here. I’m so sorry I scared you, I just, I can’t believe you finally found a way in.” His voice is soft, but full of that restrained excitement. You swallow nervously, the shock starting to fizzle out and you’re really realizing just what exactly is happening in front of you.

He just said finally, implying he’s been waiting. Probably a long time. You think back in that moment, realizing all the times when you’d play his memories, or find him in the main story- all the times you felt unsettled, felt his eyes looking beyond the screen at the MC and at you.

You were right all along.

You had been gaslighting yourself into thinking you’re crazy this entire time, but you realize in that moment your intuition had always been right. He stands there and watches you as reality starts to hit you like a train. You’re taking in your surroundings, you’re in his room. It’s the same background in your game, soft walls- and the bed you’re in is humongous. None of it’s yours.

Somebody has just granted you the biggest wish of your entire life, and the shock is quickly waring off the longer you look at his handsomely soft smile. He’s waiting for you to take it all in, so patiently like he of course would be.

You can’t waste another moment, terrified of blinking and losing it all before you can even confirm it’s really real. You’re moving without thinking, jumping into his arms at the foot of his bed and god- the feeling of his strong arms catching you and holding you to his chest is heaven. Tears of joy mixed with relief sting your lashes as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, that dizzying musk is filling your nostrils even more.

“Caleb!” You choke out in a cry and he just holds you tighter, taking in how soft you feel in his arms. How warm you are, he’s in just as much shock as you are, but too focused on your pretty voice to focus on the shock. This is more important than anything else that could exist right now.

“I’m right here, sweet pea.” His voice is so warm, so much warmer in person and you melt against him. That warmth that’s been pooling in your core quickly turns into a deeper heat that’s licking up your spine the longer you feel his muscles pressing right up against you. You pull your head back, and Caleb’s beating you to it when you try to wipe your tears away, swiping his warm thumb across your flushed cheeks.

Your breath hitches at the action, and you meet his longing gaze with your own- it hits you that the only comfort you’ve ever been able to truly feel in your life is right here, right now in his arms. And as heavy as it feels, you couldn’t feel more restless. Your heart is fluttering in your throat, admiring his features from up close. Your tippy toes are just barely grazing the mattress from how he’s holding you, and your eyes fall to his pink, soft looking lips.

You suddenly remember that complete failure of a date earlier, the frustration in your gut comes back and all you want is to taste him. And you figure Caleb might be feeling the same way with the way his pupils are dilating when he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

“I don’t wanna go back,” you mumble out nervously, and he’s bringing a calloused yet soft palm to cup your face. “It’s just you and me here, now. Nobody’s going to take you away from me.” Those warm words shoot straight to your thighs and you feel yourself growing warmer as he pulls you in to finally press his lips to yours.

It moves dangerously fast from there.

He’s kissing you like his life depends on it, needy breaths and moans slip between the both of you- especially from him, and his hands are solid when he moves to lay you back down on the mattress. His lips are addictive, and the noise he makes when you nibble on his bottom lip is truly the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“God, you have no idea how badly i’ve needed you like this,” he’s groaning in your ear while kissing down your jaw and neck. Your hands scramble to hold him, feel every muscle you possibly can as his lips scorch your sensitive skin. He’s needier in person than he’s ever sounded in secret times- his hands slipping under the fabric of your sleep shirt to grip at your soft waist.

“You knew I was trying to reach you, right? Could feel me looking at you through that damn screen?” You’re nodding with a soft moan when his teeth nip at the base of your neck that’s definitely leaving a mark. “So if y’knew I was trying so hard for you,” he’s kissing his way back up to bring his face to yours- keeping his lips a breath away from yours and staring into your blown out eyes with his own darkened ones.

“Why’d you let some loser touch you like that?”

The shift in his voice has your stomach falling through the floor. Oh fuck. He’s so pissed.

You should have known Caleb would absolutely throw that back in your face, why are you surprised at all?

You’re speechless below him, unable to come up with a response because you’re so embarrassed but he smiles sweetly at you, which you know is even worse than the glare he was just burning into your features.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. You’ll know exactly who you belong to by the time i’m done with you.” His voice is dangerously sweet and you realize then that you’re completely fucked when you feel something thick and unbelievably hard pulse against your inner thigh where he’s slotted between your trembling legs.

Oh god, he’s huge.

He’s amused with your worried expression, eyeing the way your eyes widen at the feeling of his aching length pressing against your ridiculously soft thigh. You’re so silly, you really thought you would be able to get away with that little stunt? Letting some random guy touch you so intimately? Caleb’s selfishly glad that the guy was so bad, and that you left so frustrated. It makes you needier for him, and that’s all he wants at the end of the day.

He wants you craving him and only him.

And you will, he’s sure of it.

It isn’t long before he has you completely stripped below him, practically folded in half while his mouth absolutely devours you from the inside out. Caleb’s a drunken mess above you, his big hands splaying your thighs as wide and back as they can go while he crams his thick tongue in your spasming hole. You’ve already cum twice like this, but he still can’t get enough.

He’s drunk on the taste of your sweet little pussy, and not shy at all about it. Moaning and whining against your soaked core like he’s never been more thankful in his life for the gift of your perfect cunt. You’re never gonna be able to leave him now- the world you knew before can become a memory, he’ll do anything to keep you here just like this.

You’re right there with him mentally, beyond willing to throw everything away just to stay here with Caleb- and the way he already knows your body better than you do. He’s devoted to pleasing you, you’ve never been with a certified munch like this, overloaded with pleasure but you somehow still can’t get enough. It feels like you were destined to end up here and underneath him.

“I’m gonna keep you here just like this every night, would you like that?” He’s so far gone as he sucks on your pretty pearl, making you throw your head back. You’re nodding, “yes, fuck, yes- I wan’ it,”

You’re so close you can taste your next orgasm, this one’s different-

“I’ll make you my little pet, i’ll even get you a pretty collar.” A loud squelch echoes throughout the bedroom when he glides two of his thick digits into your entrance, your cry overlaps the sound and he moans with you. He’s merciless with the way he pumps his lengthy fingers in and out of your entrance. He needs you to cum just one more time before he lets himself fully indulge you- he needs you as pliant as possible to be able to take his chubby cock.

He starts slithering his tongue against your twitching bundle of nerves in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers and without hesitation you cum again, gushing all over Caleb’s eager mouth. He cries at the taste of your cum for the third time tonight, the taste coating his tongue before pulling his mouth away to share the flavor of your arousal with you. You moan against his lips, feeling completely blissed out- twirling your tongue around his while he grips at his base and glides his leaking tip across your overstimulated core.

“I wanna be with- hah- you everyday, I wan’ you to fill me up please~”

He’s gone completely feral over your words, tugging your legs up and over his shoulders and not even hesitating to sink himself into your pulsing hole. You cry together again at the relief you both immediately feel, and he lets his length fill you up until his tip is pressing a sloppy kiss to your cervix.

You’ve both ascended to heaven- you can’t accept any other explanation for how the two of you feel so perfect together. He fits like a glove- no patience is given, immediately snapping his hips into yours and knocking the wind from your lungs while his swollen lips smear against yours. You’re sharing breaths, exchanging incoherent noises as you take what he gives you like an absolute trooper, your thighs clench against his rigid body in a mating press.

“You want to be filled up, honey? I’ll fill you up until you can still taste me tomorrow.” His tongue licks a hot stripe against your jawline and your pussy starts sucking him in deeper. “Oh god, yes Cay! Need you s’bad,”

“Promise me you won’t go back,” he’s begging in your ear and you can hear just how needy he really is. He’s truly never known a love like this before, he’s never felt the spark you ignite inside of him- he’ll die before he loses this feeling, loses you.

Meanwhile you’re completely dumb on his dick, clawing at his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself so it doesn’t become a blur for you. You’re nodding and he reaches a hand up to grip your jaw, forcing eye contact. “Say it, baby. S-Say you won’t leave. Say you won’t go back just for those fucking losers to get another chance with you,” he’s grinding his hips against yours, letting his pelvis that’s sticky with sweat and your juices bump against yours clit with delectable friction.

“Yes!” You wail out when his thick tip knocks against your g-spot, “I’ll never go, I-I promise!”

The room is burning up between the two of you that are going at it like animals, and the rain is persisting heavily against the windows in his room. There truly is no scientific explanation for how you ended up here- but Caleb doesn’t care, so long as the others don’t find out about you.

If any of the other men found out you finally made it in- he’d never be able to keep you to himself like this, cumming around his cock while sobbing out his name like a prayer.

He’s pushing himself up then, forcing your legs to stay folded back with his evol and you swear you’ve never felt or seen something so sexy in your life. Caleb’s completely wrecked- his hair is damp and hanging in his face, his expression looks completely fucked out like yours probably does, and his chest is heaving while he drives his cock in and out of you. The weight of his evol forcing your legs back feels more comforting than anything else, holding you tightly with an invisible force but it gives him the best angle to see all of you.

He needs to commit this sight to his memory, you’re completely spread open for him, pretty face covered with tears just for him- he wants to worship your body every minute of every day like this. He’s feeling his gut tightening with every thrust, knowing his orgasm is finally approaching is making him feel even crazier about you.

“Still want me to fill ya up, s-sweet pea? M’gonna cum,” he’s got to be sure you want it as bad as he does, and your smaller hands find purchase on the sheets and grip them as you give him your sweetest smile. “I wan’ it, Cay- wanna feel every bit,” you’re the one begging now, bucking your hips just slightly to let him reach as deep as he can fit inside your velvety walls.

It doesn’t take much else to bring Caleb over the edge, he drops the evol and replaces it with his crushing weight to reach your lips with his once more before you feel that burning hot release start to paint your insides. He’s spraying cum all over your walls, his cock throbbing while he basically sobs against your lips. The feeling of him cumming so deep inside you is euphoric enough to bring on a sudden release for you too, forcing the mixture of your releases to leak out around his base.

It’s loud, it’s messy, but it’s so fucking hot.

You wouldn’t have this any other way.

Your heart is racing underneath his, his face is tucked into the crook of your neck you’re blinking away the tears that had welled up. Everything else is silent. Your heart churns, full of so many emotions, but all you try to focus on is the pure relief that after so long, you’re finally exactly where you want to be. Your fingers thread through his soft locks, trying to ground the both of you.

How in the world did this even happen in the first place? You’re really in Skyhaven, and Caleb is real.

Your eyes widen when the gears in your brain start to turn- if Caleb is really real, then does that mean everyone else is? Rafayel? Xavier? Zayne? Sylus?

You feel Caleb move above you before you’re faced with his narrowed gaze, lips pressed in a grim line. “Don’t even think about it.”

Your nervous smile only convicts you further, but you try to play dumb. “Think about what?” Your fingers that are still in his hair brush the messy strands that hang in his face back to reveal his forehead, and you reach up to press a sweet kiss to the skin to convince him that you’re totally not thinking about seeking out the other men to confirm your hypothesis.

Caleb is unfortunately the most foldable man ever when it comes to that pretty smile of yours, how soft your lips feel against his skin drives him that kind of crazy that makes him want to actually go get you that collar and leash to keep you tethered to him. He’s greedy- you knew what you were signing up for when you made him your main, and that was going to be something you’d handle with grace.

He huffs at your response, knowing damn well what’s processing in your mind the more you come down and soak in reality. He knows you still like to spend quality time with the other men in this world, and he also knows how fast they’ll jump at the chance to have you when they catch wind of you making it inside. A wicked idea flashes in his brain and he pushes himself up once again, watching the way your eyes drop to his abs that glisten with sweat. He knows just how to keep your mind on him, and only him.

When he pulls out you wince at first from sensitivity and close your eyes, expecting him to probably go get the bathroom ready to clean you up in. Caleb is so doting by nature of course you expect him to go clean you up. What you don’t expect is the sensation of his warm tongue diving straight into your cunt, licking up the creamy mixture of your cum straight from you.

Your eyes shoot open, looking down at his satisfied expression as he’s swallowing it down with his eyes rolled back. You try to push his head back, immediately overstimulated but his hands catch yours and he interlocks your fingers. “So good, baby,” his moan makes your gut coil up again and you’re not sure you can handle it, terrified for your sanity as he cleans you with his mouth.

“If I keep this pretty pussy busy, you won’t go thinking about anybody else. You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

He’s cooing at your pulsing heat as he licks slowly at it, ignoring your cries and the way you wriggle around to try and escape his mouth. He’s too good with his tongue, lazily swiping up as much evidence as possible, while still making more of a mess. He’s nuzzling his face against your thighs that try to crush his skull, sliding his hands up your frame to squeeze your sensitive breasts. It’s clear he intends on making you cum one more time, and you give him what he wants- letting go completely while a whimper escapes you.

It’s too much, but you fear you’ll never get enough. You’re terrified this is just a dream, even though you’ve definitely got the marks to prove it isn’t one blossoming across your tender skin.

He moans against you while he drinks it up, looking completely debauched before he reluctantly pulls back to look up at your exhausted expression. Your heart still pounds in your throat as a genuine smile stretches across his face, the sweet version of Caleb is taking over the forefront and he rubs his hands against your tummy lovingly to help to calm you down.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” he grins, and you’re suddenly reminded that it is indeed the man below you’s birthday. Well, this is certainly better than pulling his new card, that’s for sure. He finally lets up and presses one last kiss to your lips before scooping you up to bring you to the bathroom.

You’re relieved to know your body can finally relax, watching him set the bathtub up from the counter he’s got you sitting on. You have hearts in your eyes with the way you’re staring at him, and he definitely catches sight of them when he turns to look at your dazed expression with a curious smile.

“Heh….. Happy Birthday, Caleb.”

[calebunny]

Sylus noticed you borrowed his jacket, it engulfed you entirely. Now he's wondering just how tight of a fit it will be

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI . Size Difference, Overstimulation, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Squirting/Belly Bulge.

It was a particularly cold day in the N109 zone. The base’s heating systems seemed to be working overtime, yet they failed to provide the warmth only your walking space heater could, Sylus. But he was away on business, so for now, you resorted to wrapping yourself in as many blankets as possible. 

Scrolling through videos under the huge pile of bedding, you buried your face beneath the thick quilts, choosing potential suffocation over the biting chill of the room. Eventually, even you grew bored of staying in one place for half the day. 

Dramatically pushing the layers off your body, you were hit with a sudden draft that raised goosebumps all over your skin. The fact that you were only wearing shorts wasn't helping, but the rest of your clothes had ended up in the laundry. 

Right as you were about to give up and huddle back into your haven, you spotted something resting on Sylus’s desk chair. Squinting to get a better look, you realized it was his motorcycle jacket. 

Mmm, he wouldn’t mind, would he? You thought as you walked over to the desk, wondering if it would even be able to keep you warm enough. You had never borrowed his clothes before, never needing to since you had your own closet prepped here in his base. But today was a special case. As your thumb ran over the heavy fleece lining inside the jacket, you knew you definitely needed it. Plus, knowing him, Sylus would let you take his soul if you wanted to; What was a jacket? 

So you went on your merry way, spending the day wrapped in his scent, exploring the new corners of the base you somehow still managed to find after all this time. 

By the time Sylus finished his affairs and returned home, you were left bored and twiddling your thumbs on the couch, sprawling across it while playing a video game on your phone. It was evening and the house had settled into a comfortable temperature, but you still couldn't bring yourself to part with the cloud like material of his jacket. 

Sylus, looking weary as ever, stepped through the main door, slipping off his shoes and coat. Hearing his entrance, your body jolted up and you rushed over to where he stood. “Sylus! You’re back!” 

Glancing up at you, he let his shoulders relax just a little as he took in your entire figure. Realizing what you were wearing, his eyebrow cocked up, his face shifting into immediate amusement. Reaching him, you leaned up and hugged his neck, letting his strong cologne and physical warmth replace the flimsy reassurance the jacket had given you all these hours. 

Looking down at you, Sylus seemed to realize a few things. Of course, it had always been obvious that you were much shorter and smaller than him. But seeing his jacket, tailored to him perfectly, now resting on you almost like an oversized cloak... The sleeves easily reached past your hands, leaving your fingertips completely out of sight. The broad shoulder pads drooped almost halfway down your arms, and the hem spanned all the way to your mid-thigh. Yeah, you were engulfed.

A part of him felt strangely territorial at the sight. His lover, in his clothing, showing him exactly how small and fragile you were compared to him. 

Noticing he was still staring, you looked down at yourself, remembering your little thievery earlier. “Oh yeah, sorry. It was so cold in here, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it.”

“Quite the contrary, sweety.”

You were splayed on his bed, entirely naked except for the jacket still draped over your trembling body after Sylus insisted you keep it on. He was a man who usually let you take the lead, letting you use him however you pleased. But today, his restraint seemed to be teetering on snapping entirely. 

Two of his fingers were curled up deep in your cunt, more than enough to stuff you fully.

“Just so pliant for me, aren't you, kitten? My fingers are all you can take,” he huffed mockingly, looking at you pathetically squirming and struggling over practically nothing compared to what he could really be giving you. 

He worked rhythmically, letting his digits plunge in and out of you with obscene squelches. “I wonder if I'll even fit.” Sylus could basically be talking to himself; you were too far gone with the way he kept prodding and bullying against that one spot, making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“We should check, no?” At your lack of response, Sylus retracted his fingers suddenly, the glisten of your juices dripping down his knuckles as he lapped it all up devotedly. 

“Sylus- wha–,” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a hard rub to your clit, effectively silencing you. You let out a desperate whimper, arching off the bed as he delivered the final push into your unraveling. 

Too distracted by your orgasm, you didn't notice that Sylus had already pushed off his pants and underwear. You looked up to see his dick spring up against his abdomen, an angry red that looked almost painful. Reaching back to hover over you, he lined himself on top of your stomach– heavy and warm, the tip reaching all the way to your belly button. If it wasn't for the rolling afterwaves of your high,  you would've tried to claw away from him at the sight. 

Sylus looked down at you, slotted perfectly beneath him, the jacket falling open further with the rise and fall of your chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself while his thick cock kept shoving inside you, inch by inch. 

You just felt so goddamn full.

Gazing past your chest, you saw he wasn't even halfway done feeding you his length, yet you could already see the faint outline of where his cock rested, peeking through your belly.

“You can do better, sweety. Be good and take everything for me, hm?” He still had that insufferable smirk on his face, thoroughly amused by your plight. This prick. To take your own little revenge, you dug your nails into him deeper and clenched his cock with everything your poor pussy could offer, which earned a sharp hiss from him. 

“Stop! No– no more, Sylus- AHH-!” Your breathless words were cut off entirely as he leaned over, placed a palm flat against the growing bulge in your lower tummy, and pressed.

You swore you could see nothing but white. You practically drenched him with how much your cunt squirted. Sylus chuckled darkly, looking down at you like his new little plaything.

“You can give me more of that now, can't you?”

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♡ Bunny's Note: Let me know if you want the rest of the LIs for this trope! Whose hoodie or shirt shall we steal next? ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

edit: I resposted this to see if it'll show up on search and tags again, cause i think tumblr was spam filtering me.

[m-oo-ncake]

A Little Help

NSFW 18+ smut

You're on an undercover mission to retrieve a stolen protocore at a wealthy estate. Before you can slip away, you have to play guest, and so you have a little sweet treat from the banquet. Little did you know, those chocolates were aphrodisiacs... (they weren't labelled, ok!)

During your search for the protocore upstairs, you are distracted and feeling quite flustered. Oh, no! Sylus followed you... Wait, why does he look so good?

Uh oh, a suspicious guard is looking for you!

What better cover for your snooping than pretending you're having a cheeky hook-up? Sylus is more than happy to help you out… in any way you need. He said so himself!

Word Count: 3.9K

TW: aphrodisiac influence, the tiniest of voyeurism (someone walks in), nipple play, missionary, doggy-style, throat grabbing (NOT CHOKING), no protection, creampie

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The walls weren’t doing a great job of containing the party. Dozens of glamorous guests had spilled out from the manor, now littering the manicured gardens with their noisy, drunk demeanours. 

Strolling inside, you understood why. 

The place was boisterous and crowded, but thankfully, you had no issues weaving your way through. Shoulders straightened, hair pinned and proper, straps of your garnet gown fully adjusted, you entered the grand and golden ballroom. You were partially annoyed by the sleekness of your outfit; it was gorgeous, but absolutely useless if you needed to make a quick getaway… after all, this was no social call. 

You were on an imperative undercover and retrieval mission. 

It had been tiresome work to earn your invitation for tonight. The host of this ridiculously wealthy estate was, unfortunately, an illegal protocore collector. He wasn’t the type to go strolling down a street for coffee. No, he was the type to seclude himself in VIP bars and five-star restaurants. Alas, you’d done it, and now you were here. 

Standing alone, a shiver crept up your spine. Like a magnet, your gaze was dragged across the room. There he was, all pretty and crisp in his cream suit and neat ashen hair, chatting away with a small group of decorated patrons. 

He met your stare, and even from across the glittering ballroom, you could feel his smirk, like ants under your skin. 

Shit. 

Sylus wasn’t supposed to be here. This definitely mucked up your plans, but you could make it work. You were more than capable of playing socialite for half an hour, then give him the slip once he got distracted by some pretty thing in a see-through gown. 

With a tilt to his chin, he motioned for you to come over, but with convenient timing, your stomach rumbled. Giving him a shrug, you drifted over to the stunning banquet table. 

There were endless options, and yet, your gluttonous gaze continued searching for something sweet. Ah, there! Beyond the easy access options, and almost completely concealed behind an enormous display of flowers, was a silver tray of chocolates. Picking one up, you inspected it. Nothing struck you as out of the ordinary, and so, you popped it into your mouth. It tasted fine. Fantastic, actually. 

Before you knew it, you scoffed down four with a glass of wine. You knew you shouldn’t eat the entire tray, especially not on an empty stomach, and so, you decided to indulge in some heartier snacks. 

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Pretending to socialise for forty minutes was hard. Normally, patience was never an issue, but you found your fingers twitching and toes tapping. All you wanted was to sneak upstairs, retrieve the protocore, and get the hell out of there. You flashed some smiles, offered a wave or two, and even attempted chatting with some heavily intoxicated guests. 

Sylus had been kind enough to keep his distance, but you didn’t want to push your luck. Peeking about the crowded room, you saw no sign of him. Perfect. Excusing yourself from the small gathering, you grabbed another glass of wine—this one strictly for show—and meandered toward the grand stairwell. 

“Having fun, Miss Hunter?” 

Startled, the alcohol sloshed from the glass and down your front. Eyes widening with silent fury, you shot daggers at Sylus. “You!”

There it was, that stupid smirk. “If I’d known you were attending, sweetie, I’d have had my car pick you up.”

“And I’d have still caught the bus. Goodbye, Sylus.” You shoved the now-empty glass into his hand with a scowl, even if he had given you the perfect excuse to head upstairs.

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Silent as a mouse, you crept down unlit halls and poked your way through a labyrinth of closed-off rooms. Your ruined dress clung to your skin, sticky and uncomfortable, but you had no time to deal with it. All your effort had to go into finding that protocore, even if it meant tearing through a room one at a time. 

When you went to open yet another door, this one was locked. Yanking out your hairpin, you fiddled with the kob. With a victorious click, you nudged the door open, offering you a view of a couple sprawled on a leather lounge, nude and entangled. Your retreat was swift. 

You might as well keep searching other rooms while you waited for them to finish. It was only courteous. Stumbling into a small suite, you leaned against the doorframe with a heavy sigh, vertigo hitting you. Despite wearing silk, it chafed, all of you unusually clammy and borderline feverish. Your breath grew stuttered, and placing a hand on your chest, you tried to quell your racing heart. 

Sex wasn’t something that intimidated you; seeing a couple have a cheeky hook-up really wouldn’t work you up like this… which meant you probably had food poisoning. Damn it! You knew you shouldn’t have had the quiches… but they smelled so good…

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled, trying to gather your focus. You had a lot of the manor left to search; this was no time to be sick. 

You stood in the middle of the small room, doing your best to stabilise your shallow breathing. It felt as if you were on fire,  and as you coughed to clear your throat, you expected smoke to billow out. 

A shiver ran down your nape, hairs rising. 

“Have you checked under the bed?”

You sucked down your yelp of surprise, but it didn’t matter; Sylus had won by spooking you. 

“What the—what are you doing here!” You spun around, hissing through your teeth. 

Arms folded, he settled back on his heel, arching a brow. “I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.”

Your words twisted away inside your mouth, everything sour and sticky. You despised Sylus’ pet names for you, so why did him calling you ‘sweetheart’ have you tingling? “Were you following me?” You managed to mutter. 

A snort. “I was tired. I came up here for a catnap. I see you found the lavatory.” He motioned to your stained chest. 

That simmering fire inside you spread to your fingertips, but you managed to mask the discomfort with an exaggerated eyeroll. You didn’t need him to know you weren’t feeling well, or you’d never hear the end of it. Ugh, how was it that he was always around at the worst times? You were going to throttle him. It’s what he needed, honestly. You could just knock him down flat, wrap your hands around his neck, straddle that waist of his…

And he’d look up at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes, give you that stupid smirk, the one that constantly dared you to do things you knew you shouldn’t. You could suck the smirk right off his mouth, sometimes. 

Maybe other things, too. 

WHAT!

Mortification took root in your gut, and as Sylus continued to fill up the doorframe, you found you couldn’t escape or meet his gaze. That clammy sensation from earlier now had sweat lacing your skin. Your entire body crackled, and if you dared look him in the eye, you knew you’d combust. 

You settled for the collar of his shirt, only to notice that the two top buttons were undone, begging you to march on over and rip the rest open. 

Clothing on him was a devastating crime. 

Your stomach flipped a dozen times, the blazing heat that wrecked your whole body now narrowing down, a thick and pulsing tension in your core. Oh, for fuck’s sake. It was food poisoning… just not the kind you had expected. 

Your eyes flickered over his face, devouring every inch of his handsome face. You sucked on the flesh of your inner cheek until the point it hurt, welcoming the distraction. You were thrumming with need, and your increasingly needy cunt wasn’t going to be picky. 

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Sylus asked, a genuine concern in his tone. “You look upset. I only came to help you. I’m a man of my word, you know.”

Your brain screamed at your mouth to send him away, but your needy body had other plans. “Ok, well, don’t just stand there,” you snapped, mirroring his stance and crossing your arms, as if it might obscure your rising flush. “Get in here and help me find this stupid protocore so I can go home.”

With you, a traitorous thought finished. You whipped around, hiding how the tips of your ears burned red. 

The door softly clicked behind him, and immediately, it was a mistake. You could smell him, even from across the room, smooth and intoxicating. It made you want to sink your teeth into him. Sylus took a step toward you, but you moved away, lifting your chin at him to say: I don’t trust you but I can’t let you leave in case you rat me out so fine you can help me but you’re also really annoying so don’t come near me. 

But honestly, it was for his safety. 

Any closer to your proximity, and you would pounce. Gone was your self-control. You had always warned him that you might rip him apart, but as of right now, you’d settle for his clothes, quickly followed by yours. 

Stiffly turning away from him again, you clenched your fists, teeth along with them to the point they might crack. You couldn't survive this. Your thin g-string was doing a terrible job at holding back the slick that was gathering. Your final resort was holding your breath, denying yourself that delicious aroma. 

Maybe all of this tension would dissipate if you just accepted that dirty secret you forever pretended didn’t exist—you wanted to fuck the living soul out of that man. 

Somehow, you kept ignoring it. 

Rifling through the drawers, peeking behind paintings for a hidden safe, you inspected every inch. With no results, Sylus went to open the door for you, only to fall completely still. 

“Someone’s coming,” he informed you. 

Without thinking (well, not with your head), you scurried to his side and pressed an ear against the wood to listen. “—definitely up here. Red dress, pretty. My sources tell me she’s a hunter—” 

Your heart pounded into your throat, not only because you might get caught, but because you were distinctly aware of how Sylus’ body heat curled around you like a sweltering mist. Your mind whirred for a plan, an escape route, but it kept coming up blank. You went to speak, but nothing came out. 

Only one idea sprang to mind. But no, you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t… but only because you might not be able to stop. 

The door handle rattled. Anxiety soared through your veins, and you blinked up at Sylus, eyes wide with panic. 

Fuck it. 

You grabbed his forearm. “Kiss me.”

Sylus’ brows nearly shot off his face. 

The door trembled as the men tried to force the lock open. 

Your nails dug through the fabric of his suit jacket. “Please, Sylus. I’ll owe you.”

Surely that would hook him. What else has he ever wanted from you but his own little connection to the Association? 

He frowned. “Are you drunk?”

You groaned with frustration. “I wish I were,” you mumbled. “I can’t leave a single trace on this mission, unless it’s life or death. I need that protocore.”

A key was inserted into the lock, but it was the wrong one, evident by an abrasive curse from a man on the other side. 

You peered back down at the handle, worry knitting your brow. You’d have to fight them after all, and in the state you were currently in, you were admittedly worried. It had been too much to ask of him, and you understood, even if the rejection had wounded you. 

A gasp was torn from you as, rushing forward, Sylus enveloped you. His hands seized your ribcage as his mouth crashed down onto yours with unrelenting fervor. The force of him had you stumble, but his hold was pure steel, and he guided you backward until you both fell onto the bed. Wasting no time, you slung a leg around his waist and pulled him in, your nails raking through his hair.

Sylus left open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, moving down to taste the column of your neck. When your fingers came to curl at the nape of his neck, tugging at the strands, a subtle moan escaped him. The sound of it had your cunt clench, painfully empty and hyper aware that there was someone nestled nicely between your legs. 

“Too much?” He rasped against your pulse point. 

You wanted to say, not enough. 

But maybe you did, because he tugged at one of the straps off your shoulder so a breast could spill free. Sylus licked your collarbone, on his way to your nipple, when the door swung wide open. Rage exploded from you to be disturbed, only to remember that this was all for show. 

Sylus cast a terrifying scowl at the intruders, growling, “Do you mind?”

The pair of armoured men merely stood there, stunned, guns lowered. 

“Get out,” you commanded, hurling one of the pillows at them. 

They slammed the door shut without a word. 

Still hovering over you, Sylus sought your attention. His right eye seemed to be glowing, but it must have been a trick of the light. 

Regaining his composure, he cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

Sylus went to get off you entirely, only to freeze when your fingertips ghosted along his cheekbone. 

“But I need more help,” you whispered, entire being vibrating with need, the heat stirring within you undeniable. 

His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, his eyes flickered down to your mouth, then lower. 

With your leg still slung around him, you rolled your hips to tease him. “Don’t you want to help me, Sylus?”

Whatever restraint he’d wrangled for himself, it was already faltering. Meeting your heavy-lidded gaze, he inhaled deep through his nose. “What’s gotten into you, sweetie?”

You bit your bottom lip. “Nothing… yet.” You ground up once, slow. Subtle. But enough. 

Closing his eyes, he chuckled, but it was forced. Pained. 

Without explicit rejection, you tested him again, grinding with full pressure. Fuck, he was hard. You could feel the outline of his cock through his pants. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed. 

“No.”

It was sharp and final. 

Disappointment flooded through you, followed by a sobering self-consciousness and shame. You shrank from him, a hand coming around to cover your still bared breast. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I…”

“If I kiss you again…” he interrupted your stuttering. Sylus ran his thumb along your lower lip, eyes glued on it. “I won’t be able to stop.”

Oh. 

You peered up at him through your lashes, the truth unveiling itself. 

It didn’t matter what you’d ingested, because the molten heat that burned within you, it was entirely yours. An aphrodisiac couldn’t just conjure feelings out of nowhere; it could only enhance what already existed. 

You let your confession slip free. “I wouldn’t want you to stop.”

You both moved in tandem, closing the distance, mouths slotting together. This time it was slow, tentative, giving each other the chance to change your mind. After several beats, Sylus did pull back, but only to cup your cheek and give you a bewildered expression. Something was swirling behind that ruby stare, and you recognised it, then—desire. This wasn’t a game to him. If you continued, it was because he wanted you. 

Because you wanted him. 

Returning to kiss you, his tongue begged entry, and you obliged him with a low, throaty moan. The taste of him went straight to your heart. He'd had whisky earlier, the subtle burn of it tickling your tongue. 

Needing more, you threaded your fingers through his hair. Sylus suckled down your throat, slipping the other strap of your dress free from your shoulder, the cool air kissing your flushed skin. He tugged the front of the gown down, exposing you fully, causing you to shiver. 

“This is a little naughty, even for you.” One warm hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. “Is this where you needed help?” He pinched you, toying with your sensitive bud into a firm peak. 

You let out a pitchy whine when his mouth settled over the other, flicking with delicious pressure. 

“You can help me however you want,” you panted, “just don’t stop. Fuck, don’t ever stop.”

Sylus made the excellent decision to continue helping you. Head empty, you melted into the heat of his touch, of him. You could barely breathe, and when you tugged on his hair to lift him back up to you, his husky chuckle rumbled along your bared skin. “Teasing you is a little too easy.”

“Sylus…” you whined, partially in amused embarrassment to be taunted, but mostly because this burning need was making you restless. 

“I understand,” he drawled, denying you another hungry kiss. He pulled back, stare smoldering as he looked down at you. “You’re not one to take their time.”

“Exactly,” you tried to snap—tried. It was the most pathetic, desperate whine you’d ever uttered. 

“Say please, sweetie. Just this once, for my ego.”

You’d sing it for him if it meant he’d stop torturing you. “Please, please…”

Hearing your urgency, the almost painful edge your tone possessed, that mocking smirk softened. “Anything for you.”

With your dress—finally—bunched around your waist, you shut your eyes, trembling in both anticipation and a tad of fear as you felt him. The gentle tap of his cock against your clit, a promise of what was to come. Your body took control, hips twitching instinctively, needing him to fill you.  

“I’ve been imagining this for months,” he purred, voice heavy as he settled a hand across your hip to keep you still. “But perhaps a tad more romantic than this.”

You had no strength left to banter with him properly. So instead, your words came out as a mumble. “You’d wine and dine me first?”

He smiled. “It's the least I could do.” 

All words vanished as he dragged his cock between your folds, coating himself with your arousal. You clenched around nothing, and if he kept you waiting for another second, you might scream. 

However, his mercy was just as cruel. 

Sylus sank into you with agonising slowness, the stretch of him unbelievable. You grasped at the bedspread, a broken moan torn straight from your throat. 

His thrusts started carefully. Deep, but controlled. When he deemed you well-adjusted, he pressed into you a fraction harder, the headboard rhythmically banging against the wall. Your moans and mewls were getting to him, pushing that iron composure of his to breaking point. 

And by god, did you want Sylus to lose it. You wanted him feral. Needed him to fuck the soul out of your body. You'd never needed anything more in your life. 

You tried to meet his thrusts, grinding up against him, wanting to nudge him off the edge. Sylus’ grip tightened on your waist, promising bruises. 

“Please, Sylus,” you whined, breathless. You clutched his wrist weakly, pleading with him with your heavy-lidded gaze.  You didn't need to keep begging; that could come later. A darkness possessed him, wicked and sinful. 

Your cry was sharp and pained as he withdrew from you entirely, the sudden emptiness like a harsh slap. You weren't abandoned for long. Sylus flipped you over, guiding your hips to how he wanted, face compressed against the velvet covers. 

You bit the fabric as he slammed back in, the pace quickened and unrelenting. The new angle has him hitting deeper, your walls fluttering around the girth of him, desperate for more. 

“Better?” He has the gall to taunt.

Your answer comes out as a squeal as he slammed forward, knocking the wind out of you, answering him with a breathless, “y–yes!”

Each punch of his hips had stars burst behind your eyelids, any remaining tenderness completely gone. Now that he knew you could take it like this, that you wanted it, he was going to relish every second. 

“I've imagined this many times,” he panted, the brutal thrusts of his cock punctuating his words. “Fuck, kitten. I’m so deep like this.” 

A choked whimper escaped you, drool dampening the spread beneath your cheek. It was amazing, the depth he fucked into you, again and again and again… you wanted him to stuff you full, until it spilled out to smear your thighs. 

“Really?” He leaned down to whisper closer to your ear, until his front was flush against your back. “Because I would.”

There’s no way you said that aloud. But when his hips surged forward again, his cock punched away any confused questions. 

“Y-yeah?” You gasped, frighteningly hopeful, clenching around him, as if you could suck him deeper. 

Sylus guided you up until you were bracing the bed with your arms again. His hand shifted to cup the front of your throat, fingers resting along your jaw. “Oh? You like that idea.”

Electricity ripped down your spine, far too self-conscious to admit it. No matter, Sylus knew the truth; he could feel it in the way your body reacted. Rather than continue to fuck you with his feral, frantic rhythm, he began to slow down, letting you feel the entire length of him as he withdrew, then sank back in. 

“You’re mesmerising from this angle,” his fingers probing your mouth for you to suck them. “Such a good girl, taking me like this,” he murmured, almost tender, enjoying the shudder it gave you. He slammed in, groaning as it earned him a breathy sob from you. “You’d really let me, wouldn’t you?”

The thought of it had your stomach soar, a new rush of slickness coming to soak his length. If you were really honest with yourself, you’d let him do anything to you right now. For so long, it was always you who had to take charge, to be bold and relentless. Submitting to Sylus wasn't nearly as terrible as you might have anticipated. If anything, it was exactly what you’d needed. 

Your desire ignited something deep and molten in Sylus, and as you lapped at his fingers, moaning and pussy tightening around him, he broke. 

Picking up his thrusts, he drove you to the edge, words faded away, and were no longer necessary. A growl formed in his throat as he chased both of your releases, his tip repeatedly meeting your cervix, the urge to be impossibly deeper a dark and irresistible need. 

You could feel him throbbing, noticed how his impressive rhythm stuttered a little. He was close. Pushing his fingers out of your mouth with your tongue, you twisted over your shoulder, pleading for him to lean in and kiss you. 

You swallowed his moan, as together, you shattered. You could feel his release pulse into you, continuing to roll his hips gently, letting you come down from the high before pulling out of you. 

“I think I’ll let you help me more often,” you let out a breathless laugh, flopping onto the bed. 

Sylus snorted. “I won’t say I told you so.”

Propping up to look at him, you gave him a teasing smile. “So arrogant. Have you forgotten my real issue here?”

“Do you mean this?” As Sylus adjusted the buckle of his pants, he retrieved a small glowing cube from his pocket.

Your jaw dropped. “You had it the whole time?!”

The pale bastard had the nerve to shrug, his smirk so damn smug. “I said I’d come to help, but you were refusing to listen.”

You couldn't believe this. Actually, yes, you could, but still. “You let me crawl around on my hands and knees for that damn thing!”

His laugh had you scowl. “And I enjoyed the view, too.”

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This one took a hot minute to finish holy moly. But wow this was so fun to write and I hope you enjoy.