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Main account: @GreenieBeanie96 Age: 30

[fxiryzxne]

He was made with love btw, He definitely wasn't a quick fuck

[schmellows]

So when will you come back to us? You're the promised return of happiness after all...

[ladyjade]

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) T00 B1G!! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) SYNOPSIS struggling to take his size! (,,>﹏<,,)

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) GENRE smut, porn with no plot (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) INCLUDES Rafayel, Caleb, Zayne, Valko (seperate) 

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | size kink | spooning (rafayel) | pet names | face down, ass up (Caleb) | cowgirl (Zayne) | prone bone (Valko) 

RAFAYEL

“Nngh—! W- wait, raf’ —mmhp. . to- too bigg!” You sob out loudly, nails digging into the soft sheets that’s caught in your tight grip.

Another deafening sob is torn from your lips when Rafayel experimentally rolls his hips, his thickened tip pressed into your drooling and tight cunt. He’s laying behind you while you both are on your sides, chest flushed against your back. One of his hands holds onto your thigh tenderly, keeping one of your legs bent forward to uncover your glistening pussy.

“Mmhp. . h- haaah?” Rafayel stutters out, voice shaking and trembling as he pants and moans out your name so sweetly— it takes everything in him to compose himself and not try to satisfy that ache in his lower stomach. 

He leans down to press tender, sweet, and warm bundles of kisses on your flushed skin— starting from your shoulder, neck, ending at your chin. At this, your body relaxes slightly, giving Rafayel the chance to plunge some of his length into your creamy hole with a wet squelch. You gasp out in ecstasy,  fat tears prickling in the corner of your eyes from the sweet and addictive sensation of being stretched out— that bubbling in your lower belly intensifies.   

“M- my pearl. . f- fuck, just l- let me—“ he murmurs out, one of his hands going over your body— fingers expertly drawing perfect circles on your swollen clit, dragging out more arousal from your cunt.

Your temporary worries melt away instantly, instead, replaced with the need to gain more of this addictive pleasure— moaning out, squirming lightly when Rafayel’s fingers pressed on your clit firmer.

“Rafayel. .” You mewl out in a breathless voice, throwing your head back, bumping into him.

Your fingers dig into the sheets harder, resisting the urge to squirm and writhe from his fingers toying with your puffy clit. Rafayel is precise and observant, finding the perfect amount of pressure to apply and what motion to utilize to have you wailing in pleasure instead of pain.

“Yesyes, fe- feel good for me. . my bride” Rafayel encourages, bucking his hips, his cock slipping into your cunt easier than before until his skin was flushed with yours— cock fully buried in your gooey walls. 

More tears sprout in your eyes, breathing coming out chopping and small; it’s hard to breathe when Rafayel is filling you up soo well. . It's overwhelmingly good. He pulls his hips back; cock re-emerging, completely drenched in your sticky arousal, from your velvety walls before pressing back in slowly.

“Haaah. . nngh! F- feels good, my pearl?” Rafayel asks softly, setting a slow and tender pace, each thrust has arousal gushing from your sloppy hole. 

You nod your head, moaning out Rafayel’s name. With his free hand, he guides you to glance over your shoulder by your chin— kissing your lips so gently but passionately. Tongues dragging against each other while his pace speeds up just ever so slightly, that has hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

CALEB

“Haaah hck—! ‘Leb. . yo- you’re too bigg, it won’t fit!” You whine out sadly, voice muffled slightly by the sheets, hips wiggling impatiently. 

Your ass is hanging in the air while your face is pressed into the pillow, thighs parted wide to allow him to settle between them comfortably. Caleb’s cock is too fat and thick, only the bulbous tip is buried snugly in your shopping hole, leaking tons and tons of precum in your walls. It’s frustrating, you keep squirming and wriggling your hips— letting your unnecessary worries get into your head. 

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve had Caleb inside you, you doubt it would be the last too.

“Mmhp. . will it hurt?” Caleb teases softly, finger smoothing against the warm skin of your plush hips.

He slowly pulls his tip from your stuffed hole with a wet pop, slowly dragging his length through your puffy lips. . coating his length with your juices. Caleb’s heavy cock drags and grinds against your syrupy slit, tip bumping into your clit with each heavy drag. You melt from the pleasure, hole sopping and drooling new arousal. 

Caleb’s fingers glide underneath your body, finding your clit easily— rolling tight circles on the puffy bud to have you gasping and drooling from his touch. His fat tip lines up with your pussy, this time, his thickness easily splits your walls apart— stretching wide until his hips are flushed with yours. 

“Nngh’ ‘leb!” You squeal out, tears clouding your eyes, that heavy weight in your belly is addictive. 

The lewd sight of you; face down, ass up, sweat coating and causing your skin to glisten, moaning out his name so sweetly as his grip tightening on your hips to hold you still as he thrusts his fat length into your velvety walls. Caleb’s balls slap against your puffy clit with each mean thrust, knocking out the oxygen in your lungs. 

“Nngh— ohfuck. . t- there we go, baby! L- let me make ya’ feel good” he moans out, a shiver coursing through his body when your gooey walls spams and quiver around his length. 

You nod your head into the pillow, melting from the overwhelming pleasure Caleb brings. 

ZAYNE

“Ohmygod. . fuckk—! Shit, you’re t- too big. .” You mewl out loudly in a whiney tone, panting and exhaling out in a shaky and ragged manner due to the weight in your lower belly making it harder to breathe. 

Your legs are draped along the outside of his thighs, that pretty cock of his impaling your drooling hole so perfectly— buried to the hilt of your cunt. It just felt too good, too addictive; the pleasurable ache that followed when his thickness stretched your gooey walls apart to accommodate him, the feeling of his veins drag along your velvety walls, and each jolt and twitch of his cock elicits whines. You press your hands onto Zayne’s chest, shakily rocking and rolling your hips to feel him press in deeper. 

“Nghh—. . yo- you’re soo deep” you drool out, wailing and whining when he bucks his hips, letting him press in even deeper. 

“but my beloved. . you managed to take me in so well” Zayne groans out, hands holding your waist gently, thumb smoothing against the slick skin in a comforting fashion.

At Zayne’s words, you whine softly, thighs trembling when his cock bobs and throbs deep inside your pussy. . deliciously brushing against your sweet spot. 

“Mmh. . s- shall I aid my beloved?” He teases softly, those hooded eyes of his scans your body— taking in the sight of you perched on his lap, bodies connected in ten most lewdest way. 

You nod eagerly, grip tightening on his chest as a sort of leverage. With your passionate consent; Zayne’s grip on your hips tighten ever so slightly, rolling your hips in a slow manner. . the wet slosh and squelch of your pussy fills the room as his cock stirs your walls open. With each grind, his cock brushes perfectly against your g-spot— a wave of heat washing through your body as arousal pools to your cunt.

“Hckk—! Fuckk. . god, th- this feels soo good” you slur out, eyes fluttering shit as you enjoy the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body.

You barely recognized when Zayne was slowly lifting you from his lap and pressing you back down— starting off with gentle thrusts. That painful stretch didn’t feel overly suffocating anymore, not when he’s working you open slowly— guiding you up and down while giving you sweet praises. It isn’t too long until you’re happily bouncing on his lap, moaning in delight when he presses so deep into your creamy cunt. . the wet sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room quickly.

Plap plap plapp—

“Mybeloved—. . doing soo well for me, mmhp fuckk—“ Zayne groans breathlessly between moans of your name, letting you use his body in search of your own pleasure.

VALKO

“Valkooo—! Hck! Fuckk. . t- too biggg!” You squeal out loudly into his pillow, body quivering from the pleasure. . helpless beneath him.

The sight of you is lewd; face buried into his pillow, skin slick and glistening from sweat and sticky cum, flesh flushed from the intense heat, pressed into prone bone— the scent of Valko lingers on your skin, it’s too enticing. Only the fat tip of his thick cock is buried into your drooling hole, the stretch of his tip was enough to have you squirming and shaking.

“Shh. . I’ll t- take —mmhp shit. . take c- care of you, baby” Valko pants out, his tail wagging crazily as he presses one of his hands under your body— fingers quickly finding your puffy clit.

His fingers, precise and quick, draw sweet and firm circles onto your engorged clit— drawing out a gasp of his name, cunt becoming slicker and slicker everytime he rolls your clit perfectly. Your hips jolt and twitch in ecstasy, moaning and mewling into the pillows. That stretch that once felt painful and overwhelming felt amazing, inch after inch of Valko’s fat cock plunging into your pussy slowly.

A wet, obscure squelch and slosh of your sopping cunt fills the room when only half of Valko’s length is snug in your velvety walls. That heavy weight in your stomach, this time, is welcomed.

“Haaah. . ohfuckk, d- doing great f’me” he groans out, one arm pressed to your left to keep himself hovering over your body while his other hand still rolls and pressed onto the bundle of nerves above your stretched out hole.

“Valkoo. .” You sob out, a shiver coursing through your body when he leans down to kiss your sweaty back.

“Ju- just a bit more. . —nngh fuck!” Valko grunts out, hips flushed with yours within seconds as his length is plunged deep in your gooey walls.

“Y- yes—!” You gasp out breathlessly, rolling your hips shakily.

Overwhelmed would be an understatement of the way you feel, walls forced to accommodate the thickness of his dick. Valko’s eyes dilated at the erotic sight of you, he had no choice but to pound into your quivering body— slamming his body weight on top of you to allow his length to press deeper and harder into your walls.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck. .” You squeal out loudly, moaning in delight.

“Haaah. . you’ll let me have you, right, baby? —mmhp! L- let me fill you up with my pups” he drools out, slamming his body onto yours with a wet plap, teeth finding your shoulder and back until his mark blooms on your skin.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[zaynezone]

STRESS RELIEF (ft. Zayne, Sylus, & Valko)

synopsis: The only way to relieve stress is with them pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: oral (m!receiving with Zayne, fem!receiving with Sylus), dry humping (with Valko)

Zayne

Sometimes you really worried for Zayne's blood pressure.

Most days, he came home exhausted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the days were he trudged into the door like this that worried you.

His jaw is clenched, brows still knit like he's replaying an argument over in his head. The anger is his eyes softens when he sees you curled on the couch but it isn't erased completely. Luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs.

"Just like that..." Zayne sighs the moment your tongue swirls around his tip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. His hand at the back of your neck tightens as you take him deeper.

You've blown Zayne enough times to know exactly how he likes it. And you know him enough to know what he really needs right now.

When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.

His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.

"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.

You've never been more wet in your life.

He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.

"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"

Sylus

Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.

I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.

Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.

Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.

"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.

"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.

"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.

To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.

"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.

You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.

"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.

"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."

Valko

Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.

It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.

"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.

"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.

"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.

Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.

"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.

His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.

"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.

"Feeling better?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

[humanjarvis]

lapdog

many people have the privilege of their partners announcing when they've arrived home for the day.

valko does not do that.

instead, nearly every weekday evening, you’re unceremoniously greeted by a body twice your size coming to crush you.

“hao—wash—worg?” you wheeze. your voice is muffled by the couch cushion you're currently being encouraged to fuse with. 

“hmm?” the man sprawled on top of you lifts your neck up a little, freeing your mouth to speak clearly. he takes extra advantage of the position to nip your nose and kiss the corner of your lips.

“how was work?” you repeat. when his massive thighs foil your attempt to wriggle free, you shoot him your severe side-eye that he’s unfortunately grown immune to. 

“hard. intern was supposed to test out a new piece of tech. would’ve been a real resume builder for him, you know? if he hadn’t sent it crashing off the table into a million little pieces. young people these days, i swear.” he tucks his chin into your neck and inhales deeply. “but at least it’s friday! what d’ya wanna do all weekend?”

“being able to breathe would be nice.”

“really, now?” in quick puffs of air, his chuckle warms your skin. a second later, something hot, soft, and wet tickles your ear canal. 

you squirm under him as he snickers like a hyena. “valko!”

“what? made you gasp, didn’t i? that counts as breathing to me.” 

you growl out his name, which he blissfully ignores. “so, what else do you wanna do? we can check ‘em all off the list right now if we try. gives us plenty of time for other things.” he drops his weight further onto you, melding your body with the sofa. with the way the barbell between his legs pokes into your lower half, it’s a miracle this conversation has stayed relatively tame. 

“actually…” time to pull out the big guns. “i haven’t taken off work yet.”

“what?” his muscles tense, and you can no longer hear his tail pummeling your poor throw pillows from the force of its wagging. “i thought we were spending the whole weekend together. we were supposed to have matching days off.”

“we were supposed to,” you drawl, “but then i thought, why don't i work a few more days, then take a whole week off at the end of the month? that’s when your next business trip’s scheduled for, right? i could go with you.” your lips quirk in a coy, calculating smile—if only he could see it. 

in your periphery, his ears pop up in the shadows cast by the lamplight. “wait, really? we can finally go on a trip together? i’ve been waiting for forever.”

“yup. but, those days off have to be booked in advance for them to be approved. i could go request them right now—my boss would say yes in a heartbeat—but…well, you know. i can’t move, and all. what a shame, am i right?”

he stays silent. 

“i guess that’s okay, though. if you’d rather go by yourself, we can just lie here fore—”

almost immediately, your chest feels lighter. you’ve forgotten how it feels to have your lungs function at full capacity. 

valko rolls off of you and topples to the floor, landing in perfect push-up form before pressing himself up to his knees. wearing a scowl that’s almost scary, he finally grumbles his concession. “fine, go. but on the plane, i want the window seat. and your pack of cookies.”

[seagodbride]

valko feels like his cock is about to break and fall off from his lower abdomen. you were riding him non stop for hours now since he came home from his research facility.

he doesn’t quite understand why you’re suddenly all over him when he reached the front door, whining and begging for his cock.

“i’m ovulating, val… need your cock- fuck, i need your cock inside me, please?”

ovulating? he had heard of that term before, but he wasn’t really familiar with it. to be fair, he wasn’t familiar with human’s biology overall. he knows the basics, like how female humans have menstrual cycles, where blood is released from your uterus. god, his heart honestly wrecked at the thought of you and women going through that!

well, that’s probably it. ovulation? he knows that’s when you’re at the highest chance of pregnancy. but he remembered learning more about what it was through social media. there were thousands of posts from women who shared their experiences, saying ovulation is basically going into heat. valko was doubtful, can this ‘ovulating’ really send women the same way as going into heat?

he shouldn’t really be doubting. now that he had witnessed you ovulating, he was sure- no, he was confident that your ovulation is worse than female wolves when they’re in heat.

you were jumping on him the moment he was home, asking and begging for his stupid cock. valko, as stupid as his cock, immediately giving in, carrying and bringing your smaller figure to your shared bedroom, not knowing what is about to happen to him.

you’ve been riding his cock for hours now, never a second did you feel worn-out.

“you feel so good, valko… mmhm! cock so good..! m-more… more…” you whimpered as you shifted your hips up and down where his large cock met your spot. his cock is so huge, you love the way you struggled to make it move past your gummy walls, where it keeps on clenching around him.

valko could only lay there, large hands gripping on your hips to keep you stable on his cock, as he took what you gave him. he had been edging himself, he wouldn’t want to risk knotting you at this time. he hides his raspy groans by biting onto your neck when your walls keep clenching around him.

“pup- you can’t do that…! i can’t last- mmhm! i can’t hold myself if you keep clenching…!” valko’s voice came out in a high pitched, making it sound like a whine.

“c-cum in me..! p-please… please, valko! n-need it, need your cum! i want your cum! i need your knot! knot me- mmhm! knot me, valko…!” your pace got quicker, bouncing on his cock, whining at his size abusing and bruising your cunt.

valko whined, he held you in place, slowing you down which makes you whine in return.

“n-no don’t stop. p-please? need your cum…! knot me, valko… please- mmhm! s-so big..!” you ignored his hard grip, still trying to ride on his cock.

“fuck… pup, please… i- ngh… don’t tempt me… we don’t want you pregnant with my cubs when you’re not sure and ready…” he swear he’s trying so hard not to bust right there and then. he’s trying so hard to be good. he knows you’re not entirely ready and only wants it to get off your high. but you’re making it so damn difficult.

“d-don’t care…! just want your cum! please… please, baby, i want to have your cubs…! get me pregnant? p-please knot me- mmhm!” your words get cut off from sudden thrust from valko’s hips.

valko couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you want it so bad, pup. then take it. i will give it to you.” he growled as he continued his animalistic thrust, cock basically splitting you open, making you look like a toy for him to play and manhandle.

your mouth opened at the feeling of his base swelling, locking him deep inside you, giving you what have you been begging for.

“good girl… so- so tight! mine, mine, mine. so pretty, my mate, only mine. so good for me…” it was overwhelming as you cried out, eyes glazed over. your mind is foggy, you couldn’t really tell what’s happening.

you could feel your body goes limp, but valko was quick to hold you back, grabbing you by the waist and pulling your frame close to his.

he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your aftermath scent. he gave it small kisses, before his eyes moved up to meet your warm gaze. as bright as the sun, he gave you a soft smile, kissing your glowy cheek.

“mine, my mate. all mine.”

valko’s big fat knot… 🤤

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[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

ACCIDENTAL (Sylus)

A Protocore sends you and Sylus three years into the future, where you end up crammed in a closet learning things you were never meant to know.🩷🩷

Caleb's part here Xavier's part here

CW: Smut. P in V. Oral. 🔞MDNI🔞

You were not thinking about it. You were not staring at your ceiling thinking about the N109 Zone or the man who ran it. That was not what was happening. What was happening was that you were resting. Quietly. In your own apartment, which you had every right to be in, doing absolutely nothing that involved Sylus in any way whatsoever.

Work had filled most of your time this week. Back to back missions, three cases that bled into each other, a Thursday briefing that ate the entire day. The Association had kept you moving and moving was good. Moving meant you weren't sitting still long enough to think about things you should not be thinking about.

The problem was tonight there was nothing to move toward.

You'd slowed down. Today's mission had seen to that —a clean operation until it wasn't, until you'd caught the edge of something you'd moved a second too late to avoid and ended up limping through the debrief trying to look unbothered. The Association medic had looked at your leg, told you to rest it, and now you were on your couch. Leg up. Thinking.

You'd worked with Sylus enough times to understand how your arrangement functioned, he had access to things the Association didn't and in exchange you'd give him information he found useful. You showed up. He had what you needed. You left. Repeat.

That part made sense.

What didn't was the rest of it. The part where two weeks of silence felt different now. He was the most wanted name on the Association's list and you were a Deepspace Hunter. The math on that was simple.

So no, you did not miss Sylus.

Your leg throbbed. You shifted your weight and stared at the ceiling again, trying to have an internal conversation about professional conduct and the importance of clear boundaries and then your phone lit up.

You grabbed it so fast you nearly put your elbow through the side table.

Sylus: I heard your mission went sideways. How's the leg?

You: How did you...you know what. Never mind.

Sylus: Mephisto was nearby.

You: You sent your bird to check on me?

Sylus: Mephisto goes where he likes.

You: 🙄🙄

Sylus: He said you were limping.

You: Tell Mephisto to mind his own business.

Sylus: He'll be devastated.

You: Good.

Sylus: I have something that might interest you. Have you ever seen a white Protocore?

You: White Protocores don't exist. Whatever you have is a fake.

Sylus: The seller pulled it from an anomalous Wanderer outside the N109 zone.

You sat with that for a moment.

Sylus: Come see it yourself. You'll want to.

The color alone was impossible by every known framework for protocore classification. Which meant either the seller was running an extremely convincing con, or something had come out of that wanderer that nobody had a category for yet.

Your feet were already on the floor.

You: Don't let anyone touch it. Give me 20 min.

Sylus: No need to rush, kitten. Look out your window.

You crossed the room in four steps and pulled the curtain back an inch.

Black car at the curb. No-parking sign directly above it, ignored completely. Sylus leaned against the driver's side door looking up at exactly the moment you looked down.

He raised his phone.

Sylus: Five minutes. Or I decide the leg is worse than you're letting on and leave.

You let the curtain fall.

"Not a chance," you said, to nobody.

You changed fast —jeans, jacket, hair up, sidearm checked —and ran down the stairs in a time your leg was going to remind you about tomorrow. The night air outside hit you cool and sharp.

Sylus hadn't moved from the car. He looked at you coming through the door, down the steps toward him and said nothing until you were close enough to hear.

"You ran down the stairs?"

"I want to see that Protocore."

"Of course." His mouth curved and there it was, the look that sat underneath the smirk, the one you'd filed away and kept finding again. "That's the only reason."

"It is"

"Then why are you still standing here instead of getting in the car."

You pulled the passenger door open yourself before he could do it, which seemed to amuse him. The interior smelled like expensive leather and him.

He slid in beside you, started the engine— the sound of it vibrating through the seat— and pulled away from the curb without looking at the road for the first two seconds because he was still looking at you.

"My people investigated as much as they could." He shifted gears, smooth and unhurried. "Which is why I need someone who knows what a forgery looks like at that level."

"But you also have people for that"

"I have people for a lot of things." He glanced over. Red eyes catching the streetlight for just a second. "None of them are you."

You looked out the window " Is that a compliment?"

"I didn't say it was."

The N109 Zone came up around you, neon and dark in equal measure, a place that operated on entirely different rules than Linkon City. You'd been here more times than your Association file strictly reflected. You knew the streets. You knew the hierarchy. You knew which doors opened for which names. All thanks to the man sitting in the driver's seat.

You had no idea what a white Protocore was. You had no idea what tonight was going to become but you had a feeling you were about to find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

His office, you knew this place better than your own.

The reinforced doors. The security overrides, which ones were decoys and which ones actually mattered. The hidden safes, three of them, one behind a painting ugly enough to be forgettable on purpose. You'd learned all of it slowly, standing close enough and quiet enough that he forgot you were paying attention.

The White Protocore sat inside a glass tube at the center of his desk, and you hadn't moved in two minutes.

It looked like the others at first. Same crystalline structure, same geometry. But every other Protocore carried color, blue, gold, pink, red, green and purple. This one just a faint pulse, soft milky light spilling across the dark wood. Strange and uncategorizable.

Sylus wasn't looking at the protocore, he was watching you. His eyes were tracing the curve of your jaw, the focus on your expression. In his world of cutthroat deals and rare power, you were his white protocore.

The back of your neck went warm but you kept your eyes on the protocore.

"Can I touch it?"

A low sound from his chest. Not quite a laugh. "I don't recall ever saying no to you, sweetie."

His fingers worked the glass tube open and lifted the protocore into his palm.

You reached for it.

Your fingers brushed his skin and the protocore sat between your hands for a single second and then —

No warning. Just white light swallowing the desk and the dark walls. Then the wind hit, not from outside but from inside the protocore, like a vacuum pulling in with a force that emptied your lungs before you could inhale. The sound of it was scary, like space tearing apart. The air collapsed into that small white light in your hands, the floor dropped away and you were falling without falling.

The first thing that came back was pressure.

Arms locked across your chest and shoulders, tight enough your ribs couldn't move. Something solid at your back. You tried to breathe. Couldn't. Tried again.

"Sy" Barely a whisper. "Can't— brea—"

His arms dropped instantly.

He was on his feet before you inhaled, one fluid motion, hand going to his gun, eyes sweeping the room. No targets. His hand dropped, but his shoulders stayed coiled, still reading the space.

You sat up. Pulled air in slowly until your chest stopped aching.

"Where are we?"

He didn't answer. Still looking.

You looked too.

Dark wood, heavy draping, expensive things chosen for use as much as looks. It felt like his place at first glance.

In the corner was a record player, vinyl turning silently, needle down, producing nothing. Beside it a bookshelf climbed straight to the ceiling, a ladder running the whole length on a track.

On the low table in front of the couch sat two glasses of wine. One half empty. Whoever had been drinking had stepped away expecting to come right back.

You stood slowly.

Sylus had crossed to the far side of the room. His head was angled down at something on the shelf.

You crossed after him, boots loud on the floor.

"Sylus."

He didn't turn.

You came up beside him, followed his eyeline, and stopped.

A photograph. You in your Hunter uniform with a different insignia of a rank you didn't hold yet, holding a trophy. Your smile in the photo was wide open and unguarded, a version of happy you didn't wear on your face very often.

There was a small engraved plaque at the bottom of the frame.

Hunter of the Year — November 2051.

You picked up a magazine beside it.

Your face on the cover. Same uniform, same trophy, same smile. Hunter of the Year in bold letters across the top. Small print in the corner, neat and impossible.

November 2051.

You set it down carefully.

Behind you, Sylus had already moved to the mahogany desk near the windows. Papers shifted. Folders opened and closed. His hands stayed busy and his face gave nothing.

"Sylus." You kept your voice steady. "Look at me."

He didn't.

You crossed to the desk and placedd your hand flat over the document he was holding.

"Three years," he was staring at nothing in particular, whatever was running behind his eyes not making it to his face.

You looked at the half empty glass. The record player still turning in silence. A coat hanging by the door.

"Sylus."

"I see it."

"That's your coat."

"This is one of my safehouses"

"Since when do you keep pictures of the Association Hunters? Last I checked you called us glorified errand runners."

A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "I've got a taste for beautiful art, sweetie, and maybe I like having a permanent reminder of my favorite headache."

"I'm not your—"

"Someone's coming." his eyes sharpened, hand closing around your wrist.

"Who—"

"This way." He was already pulling you toward a closet.

He yanked the door open expecting to see his weapons.

There were no rifles or guns, just stacked piles of the same magazine you saw earlier, floor to ceiling, your face on every cover, hundreds of them.

"Do you also collect magazines?" you asked, fighting to keep your voice down as he shoved you into the tiny space and squeezed in after you, pulling the door shut. "This is a lot of me for one closet"

"If you keep talking you're going to get us both caught."

You bit down on a laugh and then it died in your throat completely.

The door clicked open and Sylus stepped into the room.

You gasped, turning on instinct to check whether he had somehow warped himself out there with his Evol, but he hadn't moved an inch.

Future Sylus's hair was a mess, like he'd run his hands over it more than once, and a bit longer than you were used to. His shirt was wrinkled, streaked faintly with mud, stretched tight across shoulders that looked broader than the ones currently pressed beside you in the dark. There was more color in his face too, like time had put some weather on him. He paced the length of the room like a caged animal, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. He stopped mid stride, head turning like he'd caught a sound in the room, inside Sylus's hand shot out, closing around your wrist as one finger came up to his lips, a silent order to stay quiet.

Then the door opened again, and future you walked in.

She looked pissed. Shirt torn at the shoulder, soot and dirt ground into the fabric, but her eyes were lit up with anger.

She was you, there was no doubt about that, but she was different. There was more color to her face too and her body was softer in some places, sturdier in others.

"You had no right, Sylus!" She slammed the door behind her "I can still fight! I had that under control!"

"You almost got killed" Sylus didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. Whatever was in his tone was cold enough to make the room feel smaller.

"That's a fucking lie and you know it!" She crossed the space between them fast, jabbing a finger into his chest. "I'm not some damsel for you to decide when I fight and when I don't!"

Beside you Sylus dipped his head, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Different year. Same feisty kitten." His breath felt warm against your neck.

"Shut up, Sylus. Shut up" you hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He huffed out a quiet laugh like you'd done him a favor.

Outside, the fight kept climbing.

"You think you can pull me off a fight and take me wherever you want?" her voice bounced off the ceiling. "I'm a Hunter, Sylus. I'm not joining Onychinus. Not now, not ever, no matter how many times you bring it up."

"You've made that perfectly clear."

"It's my job, Sy"

"Not anymore, it isn't."

"You don't get to make that call for me!"

He didn't answer with words. He started walking her back instead, one slow step for every one she gave up without notice, until her spine hit the ladder bolted to the bookshelf.

She was out of room. He planted a hand on either side of her head against the wooden rungs, boxing her in.

"Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Not a question so much as a challenge.

"We don't even know ye— get out of my space!"

"Make me."

Their faces were a breath apart now, close enough that the argument had stopped sounding like an argument. Through the door you felt the air on the other side change, something thick and charged, like the silence that comes right before either a fight or something worse. Your face went hot just watching it, the line between the two of them hating each other and wanting each other collapsing.

"I hate you"

"Good," he murmured so close to her lips. "You can hate me all you want, Mrs. Qin. You're still wearing my ring."

He closed the distance, hand curling around the back of her neck, and kissed her like it was the only thing he had left to say.

Beside you Sylus went completely still.

Future you made a sound against his lips that started as surprise and turned into a moan, her hands coming up to grip his shirt before she dropped them and grabbed him instead.

You turned to look at Sylus, his eyes dropped to yours and a slow smile moved across his mouth and your stomach went with it.

His shirt hit the floor first, hers followed.

Future Sylus lifted her off the floor and settled her onto a rung of the ladder. She grabbed the rung above her head to steady herself and he stepped back just far enough to look at her, taking his time with it while she sat there catching her breath.

Then he reached for her boots.

He pulled the first one off, fingers working the laces without looking down, eyes on her face the whole time. The second followed. He set his hands on her knees and dragged them up her thighs and she made a small sound before he'd even done anything.

His mouth found her collarbone. Moved down. The thin lace of her bra was still on and he put his lips over it anyway, tongue pressing through the fabric against her nipple, and her head went back against the ladder. He bit down through the fabric, and the sound she made was immediate.

You pressed your hand to your mouth.

He did it again on the other side, slower, and her knuckles went white on the rung above her while her hips moved forward looking for something that wasn't there yet.

He kissed down her sternum. The soft skin below her ribs. His mouth dragged across her stomach and she was already breathing in pieces by the time his hands moved to her pants. He worked them down her legs and off, then dropped to his knees.

You made a small sound against your hand.

He was now on his knees between her thighs, hands finding the backs of them, hooking her legs one at a time over his shoulders. The muscles in his arms and neck shifted with the motion and he settled her weight there easily, like he'd done it before. Because in three years he had. Many times. You could tell by how she exhaled when her legs landed on his shoulders— relief. Her whole body recognizing what was coming.

He looked up at her.

Hands spread across her inner thighs, holding them open, red eyes on her face, waiting.

She looked down at him.

Her chest was moving fast. Her lip caught between her teeth. She held his gaze for one long second and then, quietly, barely enough to hear—

"Please."

His fingers found her thong and pulled it to the side.

One hand went to his hair, pulling him in, the other stayed above her head. Her nipples were hard against the wet lace.

Every sound came through clearly. His mouth on her wet pussy. Her breathing. Your face burned. Other things burned. You pressed your thighs together and it didn't help because the sounds didn't stop.

You turned to look at him again.

His right eye burned red in the dark closet. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn't steady.

"Sy—"

"Don't stop." Future you's voice came through the door, breathless. "Fuck, Sy...just like that."

Your face went hotter and you faced forward again.

Sylus exhaled against your hair. His hand was still on your wrist. Neither of you had moved it.

He made a sound against her and the sounds that followed were louder and wetter.

Your fingers found the front of his jacket and held on.

"Is this affecting you?" he asked, right against your ear.

"Shut up."

Then her voice again, completely gone, nothing held back. "Yes — baby, my clit, suck on it — fuck yes—"

His hand tightened on your wrist. Hard.

"Sylus." Your voice came out dry. Broken in the middle. Not what you'd intended at all.

"I know," he said.

Future you screamed his name. The closet pressed in from all sides.

"We need to leave"

"Yes," he agreed, but neither of you moved.

Her thighs locked around his shoulders and shook. He stayed until the last tremor left her. Then he stood, chest glistening, and his hands dropped to the button of his trousers.

Popped it open. Pushed the fabric down his thighs.

The outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear made your throat close. The tip already wet, a dark circle spreading through the cotton, and his fingers found the waistband—

A large hand came down over your eyes.

"Hey—" You grabbed his wrist. His fingers didn't move.

"If you want a show," his voice low at your ear, "you only have to ask."

"Move your hand." You twisted your head. His palm stayed exactly where it was.

Dark behind it.

Then the sounds hit again.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Skin against skin. Her voice breaking between each impact, the sounds coming in waves that your brain immediately started filling in visuals for and that was so much worse than if he'd just let you look.

"You're burning up," he said against your ear, not in concern but in pure mockery.

Your thighs pressed together hard. "I swear to god—"

His fingers spread open.

She was still on the ladder. Legs locked around his waist, both of them flushed, sweat catching the light. He had one hand on her hair, holding her close to his face, their mouths almost touching, breathing the same air while his hips rolled forward in deep slow drives that shook her whole body. He was saying something to her, too low to carry, but whatever it was kept fracturing her expression every time he said it.

Then his voice came through clearly.

"Look at me." Steady, even over everything else. "Tell me who you belong to."

Her tongue dragged across his upper lip. "Yours—" Her head dropped back. "Ah— yours, Sy, I'm yours—"

Your underwear felt damp and your clit was pulsing with a persistence you were doing your very best to ignore.

"Do you really think," Sylus whispered against your temple, "it takes us three whole years to get here?"

"I don't—"

Future Sylus pulled back, his tongue dragged slow up her throat while she panted against his shoulder. "You taste different today."

"Because you're—" she gasped, "—you're driving me insane—"

"That's not it." He pushed forward, one deep thrust that tore a cry out of her "You shouldn't be taking field hits right now." A beat. "Not when you're carrying my child."

The closet went cold.

Your jaw dropped. Hers did too.

Pregnant.

The argument. Him yanking her off the mission. All of it clicked into place at once. She was carrying his baby. In three years, you'd be carrying his kid.

Your knees went out from under you.

Your foot caught on something hard as you stumbled back. A stack of magazines toppled with the movement, and everything blurred, sound, vision, all of it going soft at the edges.

"—watch—"

Crimson light cracked through the dark. Sylus's Evol flared, and every falling magazine froze mid air.

The energy didn't stay contained. It rolled out through the closet door and everything on the other side went dead silent.

The sounds stopped. All of them. What replaced the noise had weight to it.

Sylus's eyes were locked on the door. Jaw tight. Not a muscle moving.

"Pathetic," future Sylus said, clear, not a trace of what he'd been doing thirty seconds earlier, "a top tier Hunter and the leader of Onychinus, hiding like toddlers playing hide and seek."

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

"Sylus?" Future you, breathless, confused. "Who are you talking—"

"I know you're in there." He sounded almost bored. "You're both breathing like horny teenagers."

Beside you, Sylus exhaled through his nose and reached out to push the door open. "I could say the same"

He stepped out first, glanced down at his sleeve, and flicked off a piece of lint that probably wasn't there. Then he reached back, hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you out with him. You stumbled onto the polished floor, face burning hot enough to set the room on fire.

Future Sylus had future you pulled against him, her bra strap slipping off one shoulder, hair a wreck, and she was staring between the two of you with her mouth hanging open.

"Is that—" Her eyes went from you to the Sylus standing next to you and back again. "Are we— are they—"

Sylus looked at his future self. Future Sylus looked right back.

Three seconds of silence passed between them, and somehow it felt like an entire conversation.

"You look good," Sylus said.

"And you are interrupting," future Sylus said, arm tightening around future you.

You stopped watching the two of them and scanned the room instead.

There. The White Protocore, sitting beside the wine bottle, pulsing soft in the low light.

You moved before anyone could stop you, crossed the room, and closed your hand around it.

Sylus was right behind you. His hand landed over yours, the stone was caught between your palms again, warm and humming under your skin. He tossed one last glance over his shoulder at his future self and smirked.

White swallowed everything. The floor vanished, and then thud.

The familiar light of his office in the N109 Zone.

You were flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, just breathing.

The Protocore rolled out of your hand and knocked against the leg of his desk before it dissolved into dust.

Sylus sat up, forearm braced on a raised knee, and looked down at you, smirk already back in place. His gaze dropped to your mouth, your throat, the way your chest was still heaving.

"So," he said, leaning over you with one hand braced on the floor beside your head. "A baby."

You threw an arm over your face. "I will shoot you again."

"I'm just thinking ahead." His fingers found a strand of your hair "Sounds like we've got a lot of work to do in the next three years, Miss hunter."

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[calebunny]

Roommate! Valko’s heightened senses leave you no privacy.

NSFW, minors DNI

You sighed, melting back into the couch and fiddling with the TV remote. You were mindlessly scrolling through channels, barely paying attention as your entire focus was undeniably between your legs. 

You pressed your thighs together, chasing that much needed pressure from the vibrator you'd previously shoved up your cunt. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, your face burning up at the depravity of doing this in broad daylight– particularly in the living room. Knowing your roommate, Valko, could walk in at any second.

But you reassured yourself that the vibrating toy was meant to be discreet. Even if your luck turned out bad enough for him to join you, he would have no idea. Still, you prayed you wouldn't be put in that situation.

Ovulation was particularly hard on you this time around. With the entire morning and afternoon spent in bed, and still feeling insatiable, this was your last resort if you had any hope of getting up for the day. 

Sighing at the feeling of your pussy involuntarily clenching, you tried to get your focus back on the screen. But suddenly, your heart dropped to your ass at the sound of a door clicking open. Heavy footsteps rang through the hallway, and a giant figure finally came into view. 

It was Valko, of course, sporting his usual playful grin. “Yo, I was wondering if–” He was about to move closer when he stopped dead in his tracks, nostrils flaring as his Adam's apple visibly bobbed with a gulp.

Fuck, he didn't notice, did he? There's absolutely no way.

“W-what's wrong?” You tried to calm your nerves.

“Nothing,” he breathed out, shoulders tight as he took careful steps toward you, pausing a moment too long before joining you on the couch.

The cushions dipped noticeably with his weight, his gaze fell onto the TV. “Watcha watching?” 

You were laying down on your back, your legs folded back to give him space. Because of that, your pussy was right there, inches away from his hand resting at his side.

“U-uh, nothing. I couldn't decide.”

“Mhm, want me to help?” Valko looked at you, his deep voice coming off breathier than usual, eyes holding yours with an insinuation that felt like way more than just about goddamn TV channels.

“Yeah.” And you came– messy, the kind where you had to fight your eyes from rolling back, yet you couldn't help your brows scrunching together. And you did all of this while holding his gaze. You noticed his pupils visibly dilate as he snarled under his breath.

“You’re insane, pup.”

One of his massive hands wrapped around your ankle, effortlessly dragging your entire body even closer to him as he turned his frame to fully face you. Hovering over you now, he ran his hands up your sides before gripping your hips. “Tsk, you know I can do a better job than that thing.”

He immediately tugged your shorts off with your help, groaning as the scent of your arousal grew stronger. Without thinking, he shoved his nose against your pussy, separated by nothing but the flimsy fabric of your underwear. “What are yo– ngh!” He shut you up with a hard kiss to your clit through the lace. 

After a few moments of him inhaling deeply, whimpering like he was drunk off your scent, he moved back just to tug your underwear aside, growling at the toy still pulsing inside you. He gripped its base and pulled it out entirely with a wet squelch, leaving you whining at the loss. 

He didn't let you miss it for long though. It was immediately replaced by him stuffing you full with his fingers– thicker, longer, and curved to hit spots you didn't know existed. Your slick was already running down his knuckles, but you couldn't help wondering how that massive bulge in his pants would feel pressing inside you instead. 

“Let me show you how much better I am”

Mmmph… ngfhh…SOB... ph aghn whimpER 😫

[cal-bearss]

choco party!! 🍩🍫

My Valko PoCa (Photo-Card!) fanart 🤎🐺

[calebunny]

Roommate! Valko’s heightened senses leave you no privacy.

NSFW, minors DNI

You sighed, melting back into the couch and fiddling with the TV remote. You were mindlessly scrolling through channels, barely paying attention as your entire focus was undeniably between your legs. 

You pressed your thighs together, chasing that much needed pressure from the vibrator you'd previously shoved up your cunt. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, your face burning up at the depravity of doing this in broad daylight– particularly in the living room. Knowing your roommate, Valko, could walk in at any second.

But you reassured yourself that the vibrating toy was meant to be discreet. Even if your luck turned out bad enough for him to join you, he would have no idea. Still, you prayed you wouldn't be put in that situation.

Ovulation was particularly hard on you this time around. With the entire morning and afternoon spent in bed, and still feeling insatiable, this was your last resort if you had any hope of getting up for the day. 

Sighing at the feeling of your pussy involuntarily clenching, you tried to get your focus back on the screen. But suddenly, your heart dropped to your ass at the sound of a door clicking open. Heavy footsteps rang through the hallway, and a giant figure finally came into view. 

It was Valko, of course, sporting his usual playful grin. “Yo, I was wondering if–” He was about to move closer when he stopped dead in his tracks, nostrils flaring as his Adam's apple visibly bobbed with a gulp.

Fuck, he didn't notice, did he? There's absolutely no way.

“W-what's wrong?” You tried to calm your nerves.

“Nothing,” he breathed out, shoulders tight as he took careful steps toward you, pausing a moment too long before joining you on the couch.

The cushions dipped noticeably with his weight, his gaze fell onto the TV. “Watcha watching?” 

You were laying down on your back, your legs folded back to give him space. Because of that, your pussy was right there, inches away from his hand resting at his side.

“U-uh, nothing. I couldn't decide.”

“Mhm, want me to help?” Valko looked at you, his deep voice coming off breathier than usual, eyes holding yours with an insinuation that felt like way more than just about goddamn TV channels.

“Yeah.” And you came– messy, the kind where you had to fight your eyes from rolling back, yet you couldn't help your brows scrunching together. And you did all of this while holding his gaze. You noticed his pupils visibly dilate as he snarled under his breath.

“You’re insane, pup.”

One of his massive hands wrapped around your ankle, effortlessly dragging your entire body even closer to him as he turned his frame to fully face you. Hovering over you now, he ran his hands up your sides before gripping your hips. “Tsk, you know I can do a better job than that thing.”

He immediately tugged your shorts off with your help, groaning as the scent of your arousal grew stronger. Without thinking, he shoved his nose against your pussy, separated by nothing but the flimsy fabric of your underwear. “What are yo– ngh!” He shut you up with a hard kiss to your clit through the lace. 

After a few moments of him inhaling deeply, whimpering like he was drunk off your scent, he moved back just to tug your underwear aside, growling at the toy still pulsing inside you. He gripped its base and pulled it out entirely with a wet squelch, leaving you whining at the loss. 

He didn't let you miss it for long though. It was immediately replaced by him stuffing you full with his fingers– thicker, longer, and curved to hit spots you didn't know existed. Your slick was already running down his knuckles, but you couldn't help wondering how that massive bulge in his pants would feel pressing inside you instead. 

“Let me show you how much better I am”

Mmmph… ngfhh…SOB... ph aghn whimpER 😫

[calebunny]

Tag team

valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.

“Nuh uh uh where you running off to?”

Caleb’s brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.

“He’s not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, don’tcha?” He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand. 

“C’mon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.” Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.

Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.

“That’s enough. He’s being a meanie, isn’t he?” Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.

Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. “Traitor. You’re gonna regret that,” he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.

Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.

“Shit- what the fuck ko?!” You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady. 

“’m sorry, babygirl. Can’t have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.”

And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.

“Oh, fuuuck you,” Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, Pips,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valko’s dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.

Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. “I-I can't–” A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip. 

He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. “Tsk. Too late. You’ll just have to take it now.” 

“Mhmm, that’s it, babygirl.” Valko snarled into your ear. “Go on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.” Valko’s hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Caleb’s waiting cock. 

Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.

They are so mean when they fuck you.

@aliceonice

♡ Bunny's Note: GUESS WHOS BAAACK. AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.!!!! so yes very self indulgent fic omnom ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

[zaynezone]

Zayne wakes up to a cold bed.

Almost immediately, he panics. Fear strikes his chest as he sits up, searching for your figure. Sure, you'd had an argument before bed, but you hadn't left, right?

Right?

When he stumbles into the living room, about to run out the door and see if your car still sits in the driveway, the figure on the couch makes him stop dead in his tracks. Were you really so upset that you couldn't even bear to sleep next to him?

He doesn't want to wake you, but he can't allow this, seeing your hunched form on the not-great-for-sleeping couch, tucked under a too thin blanket. Crossing the room quietly, he scoops you into his hold, lifting you from the couch.

You stir, but miracously don't wake, relaxing as he takes small steps up to the bedroom.

He's made it up in his mind to sleep in the guestroom once he lays you down on your side of the shared bed. Zayne wants to respect your wishes after all, even if he knows he won't get a minute of sleep being apart from you.

But when he goes to pull away, your grip on his shirt tightens. Before he can unclench your fingers, you tug, and he finds himself climbing into the bed beside you.

The pinched expression on your face eases, shifting closer to him. He can't bring himself to move away, and instinct has his arms wrapping around you. Something in his chest eases the moment he holds you, the tension leaving his body.

"I don't like going to sleep mad." Your words nearly make him jump. He'd believed you were asleep this whole time, but of course you were awake.

"Me either." He murmurs, holding you a little tighter. You relax into him, melding your body against his in a way that sends butterflies through his stomach.

With your warmth pressed close to him, he can finally sleep.

[calebunny]

Tag team

valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.

“Nuh uh uh where you running off to?”

Caleb’s brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.

“He’s not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, don’tcha?” He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand. 

“C’mon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.” Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.

Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.

“That’s enough. He’s being a meanie, isn’t he?” Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.

Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. “Traitor. You’re gonna regret that,” he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.

Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.

“Shit- what the fuck ko?!” You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady. 

“’m sorry, babygirl. Can’t have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.”

And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.

“Oh, fuuuck you,” Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, Pips,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valko’s dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.

Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. “I-I can't–” A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip. 

He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. “Tsk. Too late. You’ll just have to take it now.” 

“Mhmm, that’s it, babygirl.” Valko snarled into your ear. “Go on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.” Valko’s hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Caleb’s waiting cock. 

Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.

They are so mean when they fuck you.

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♡ Bunny's Note: GUESS WHOS BAAACK. AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.!!!! so yes very self indulgent fic omnom ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

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Happy anniversary, Valko. It's been one month since your reveal, I hope to see you soon... once the fight is over. <3

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Valko, you are so loved 💕

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11. "I know baby" while you are cumming with Caleb.

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The silence was the worst part.

Thirty two days of it. It was not like the comfortable quiet of your apartment on a Sunday morning, it was something heavier, pressing down on your chest until every breath felt like work. You'd developed routines around it without meaning to. Checking your phone at the same times every day. Sitting on the edge of your bed in the dark, watching the notification light on your watch for something that never came. Eating when you remembered to. Sleeping when you couldn't stay awake anymore.

The Fleet had given you nothing.

You weren't official family. That was the problem, the one that the Farspace Fleet kept running into every time you called. Childhood bonds didn't have paperwork. Shared trauma didn't have a form number. The promise made in the darkness of his room more than a year ago didn't hold any legal weight, and so every time you called you got the same automated voice, the same words in the same order.

The expedition into the deepspace flux zone is ongoing. All communications are classified under Level 4 security protocols.

You'd stopped counting how many times you'd heard it.

A week ago rumors started moving through the hunter channels, spreading fast and going quiet the moment an official walked into a room. A collapse inside the tunnel. A squadron cut off from the extraction point. You'd cornered a senior officer at the Association headquarters and watched her look at everything in the room except your face while she told you to prepare for the worst. As if that was a sentence you were supposed to absorb and go home.

They were writing him off. Filling in forms. Moving toward the moment where they'd call it officially and send you a letter with his name at the top and a condolences paragraph at the bottom, and the universe would have taken him from you a second time. The first time had been the explosion. You'd been clueless then, and the grief had carved something out of you that had never fully grown back. Thirty two days of silence and you could feel those same edges again, the same hollow shape of a loss you didn't know how to survive this time.

You'd spent the last two days crying under your duvet without a reason to come out.

2:14 AM. The front door clicked.

You sat up so fast the blood rushed out of your head. Sat completely still in the dark, heart hammering, telling yourself it was nothing— probably a neighbor's door, your own exhausted mind making up sounds it wanted to hear. You'd been doing that. Hearing things. Seeing his face in the corner of your eye on the street and turning to find a stranger.

Heavy footsteps in the hallway. A duffel bag dropped onto the hardwood floor. The weight of it, the carelessness of someone too exhausted to set something down gently, sent something electric straight up your spine.

You got out of bed. Your legs weren't entirely reliable. You caught the door frame, steadied yourself, crossed the hallway on autopilot with your heart somewhere in your throat.

The bathroom light was on. Through the glass the steam was already building, the shower ran hard and hot, and you could smell it from the doorway—your shampoo.

You pushed the door open.

The steam rolled out around you, warm and thick, and through the clear panel of the shower glass—

Caleb.

He didn't know you were there yet.

He was standing under the water with his forehead pressed against the tile, shoulders rising and falling. The water was too hot—you could tell because the steam was already thick enough to blur the far wall—but he wasn't adjusting it. Just standing in it. Letting it hit the back of his neck and run down the lines of his shoulders to carry whatever he'd brought back with him down the drain.

His skin was pale, the kind of pale that came from a month without real sunlight, and every muscle in his back was wound so tight it looked painful.

He looked like he had fought his way to a door and wasn't entirely sure yet that he'd made it through.

His head turned.

His eyes found yours through the condensation and steam, bloodshot from lack of sleep and completely awake in an instant, and the look on his face when he saw you standing there—the unguarded relief of it—hit you somewhere behind your ribs and stayed there.

He reached back to shut the water off then stepped out without reaching for a towel, water running off his shoulders and chest, steam rising off his skin. He looked different. Harder at the edges. Several days of dark stubble caught the harsh bathroom light and he looked nothing like the man who'd kissed you goodbye a month ago, or he looked exactly like that man, just with everything worn closer to the surface, less of it contained.

Neither of you spoke. You weren't sure you could. The reality of him standing in front of you—breathing, dripping water onto the floor—was still making its way through days of silence and the grief of someone who had already lost him once and had spent the last forty eight hours preparing to do it again.

"Caleb." It came out barely a sound.

He crossed the bathroom floor in three steps, water trailing behind him, and his hand wrapped around your wrist. His grip was warm, real and it made your eyes sting immediately. He didn't say anything. He just held you for a moment, his thumb pressed against your pulse point, and let you feel that he was there.

He kept hold of your wrist the whole way. Down the hall, through the door of your room, until your shoulders found a wall and he stopped in front of you. The sight of him, still yours, broke something open in your chest that you'd been holding very carefully shut.

"Caleb,—the fleet, they—I thought you were—"

"I'm right here." His voice came out rough, scraped down to something raw and unrecognizable, nothing of his usual warmth in it yet. "Forget what they said. I'm right here. I'm safe."

He placed his palms against the wall on either side of your head, steadying the space around you like he always had. The heat coming off his skin was startling against the cool air of the bedroom. You looked up at him, at the dark sharp lines of his jaw and the thick stubble that made him look exhausted and more real than anything you'd let yourself imagine in the last four weeks.

"Look at you," he said quietly, eyes moving over your face, your shaking hands, "Why are you trembling. It's okay." His voice dropped further. "I've got you."

"I thought you were dead." The first sob broke through before you could stop it "They wouldn't tell me anything, Caleb. They told me to prepare for the worst, I didn't know what that—fuck, I did know what it meant and I couldn't—"

"I know." He pulled you away from the wall and buried his face in the curve of your neck, you felt the rough drag of his stubble against your skin and gasped. He breathed you in slowly, deeply, his whole chest expanding against yours. "I know what they're like." His arms tightened around you. "But I promised you. I have always promised you. I fought my way out of that tunnel because leaving you again was not an option."

His hands moved down and without any warning he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you clean off the floor.

You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, hands flying to his shoulders. Your shorts rode up with the movement, bare thighs pressing against the heat of his hips.

"Baby—"

His mouth came down on yours.

It wasn't desperate in the way you'd expected. It was slower than that, deeper, a kiss that had too much behind it to rush. A month of darkness, cold and whatever he'd fought through to get back to you, all of it pressing into the way his lips moved against yours, his tongue parting your mouth in a heavy stroke that made your fingers curl into his damp hair and pull.

He shifted your weight, pressing your spine gently but firmly into the wall, and you felt the full length of his cock against you through the thin fabric of your shorts—already hard, already searching for the closeness you both needed, his hips moving in a slow rhythm that mirrored exactly what his mouth was doing.

He broke the kiss just far enough to look at you again.

"I'm here," he said, his words almost too quiet to hear. "Right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"I need—" Your voice broke, tears were streaming down your face. "Please. I need to feel you. I need to know you're actually—"

The sound that came out of him was pained. He lowered you until your feet touched the floor, keeping one arm tight around your waist, and his free hand went to your waistband, careful, guiding your shorts and underwear down together until they pooled at your ankles and you stepped out of them.

He straightened back up and you looked at each other in the quiet of the room. He was watching your face with an expression that made your throat close up again. The marks of the last month were all over him, the exhaustion, the weight loss, the hollowness around his eyes, and he was still the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

He reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, tossing it behind him without looking. Then he was back against you, chest to chest, and the heat of his body in front of you and the cool hard wall behind you made your breath leave you all at once.

His jaw dragged down your throat. The stubble was rough and you felt every millimeter of it, that scraping friction kept pulling you back into your body every time emotion threatened to pull you out of it. He was doing it on purpose. Making sure you felt him. "Right here," he said softly against your skin. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours."

There was nothing left to say that your body wasn't already saying for you.

He hooked one of your legs over his hip, his forearm sliding under your thigh to hold you there. His free hand moved between you, guiding himself to your entrance, and he paused—just for a breath, tip pressed against your heat—eyes on your face, waiting.

"Please. Now. Ca—"

He pressed forward and you buried your face in his neck.

The sob that came out of you surprised both of you. He felt it move through you and pulled you closer, both arms wrapping around you, his hands spread wide across your back.

"I've got you," he whispered, lips against your temple. "I've got you. I'm here."

He pulled back slowly. Almost all the way. Let you feel the drag of it, the absence, and then drove back in deeper.

"Caleb—" he swallowed the sound of his name with a sound of his own, low in his chest, his forehead dropping to yours.

He began to move and there was nothing fast about it. Just you and him.

The heat built fast anyway. Your nails found his back, his shoulders, whatever you could reach, and he let you—didn't flinch, didn't shift away, just kept moving in a steady rhythm while the wet sounds of it and both of your breathing filled up the room. Your tears were still falling and you stopped trying to do anything about them, just let them come while your mouth left marks on his body.

His shoulder pulled away from your mouth.

"Look at me." Came his voice, strained, like it cost him something to speak. "Let me see you."

You lifted your head. Your vision was a bit blurry, everything fractured through tears, but you could see him clearly enough, jaw clenched, neck tight, the muscles in his face working against something he was holding back.

"You don't have to be scared anymore," he rasped, hips driving forward again, finding a shorter faster rhythm that dragged against every nerve ending you had. "I'm right here, baby. I'm staying right here."

"I was so scared—" The words broke apart before you got through them, your body clenching around him in tight pulses. "Caleb, I thought—I kept calling and they wouldn't—and then she said to prepare and I didn't—"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you had to sit with that."

"Don't apologize—"

"Look at me," he said again, softer this time. "Stay with me."

He grabbed your other leg, hoisting you higher until you were fully suspended—nothing under you but him, every thrust finding someplace deeper, enough to make your whole body seize up and your head fall back against the wall.

"Oh—Caleb—I'm going to—I—"

"I've got you." He brought his face to your cheek, lips moving against the wet, salty skin there, breathing you in. "I've got you. Let go."

The past month collapsed into a single point in your chest and then detonated. Not just pleasure—though that rolled through you in long shaking waves—but everything under it. Every night staring at his empty side of the bed. Every time a voice said please await official updates. The two days under your duvet where you'd let yourself start to grieve him. All of it coming up at once, unstoppable, your whole body shaking with it while he held you against the wall and didn't let you fall.

"I love you," you sobbed into his neck, the words coming out in pieces. "I love you—I love you—"

"I know." His voice cracked on the second word. He was close. His lips pressed to your temple, your jaw, your wet cheek "I know, baby. I love you. I love you. I'm home."

He buried himself as deep as he could go, shaking, your name in his mouth like a prayer he'd been repeating for a month to keep himself moving forward.

He carried you to the bed eventually. Lay down with you still tangled against his chest, one hand moving slow up and down your back, the other tucked under his head.

"They really told you to prepare?"

"Three days ago."

He was quiet for a moment. His hand stilled on your back.

"They wouldn't tell me anything because I'm not—I'm not on any form. There's no box I fit in. I'm not—" You stopped. Felt your throat tighten again and breathed through it. "There's no paperwork that says I'm yours. So as far as they were concerned I was nobody and they owed me nothing."

Caleb didn't say anything. His chest rose and fell steadily.

"I need that to change"

"Okay," he said.

"I mean it, Caleb." You pushed yourself up onto your elbow and looked at him, his eyes were already on you. "I need it to actually change. Not someday. Not when things settle down or when the fleet rotation is easier or when we find a better time. I need—" your voice came out fierce and a little unsteady and you let it be both. "I need to be your wife. Legally. On every form and every document and every emergency contact line they have. I need there to be paperwork that says you're mine so that the next time someone tries to lock me out of a room where decisions are being made about your life, I can put it on their desk and they cannot say no to me."

He was very still.

"I'm not asking you to do something romantic," you said. "I'm not—this isn't about a ceremony or a dress or any of that, though I want all of that too, I do. I'm asking you because I spent a month being nobody to the people who had information about whether you were alive. I'm asking because I sat in this apartment with no legal right to know anything and I cannot do that again. I will not do that again."

Caleb looked at you for a long moment then he reached up and put his hand against the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

"I've wanted to ask you, I kept waiting for the right moment."

"This is the right moment."

"You're proposing to me at four in the morning."

"I am."

The corner of his mouth pulled up. The first real version of his smile you'd seen since he walked through the door, the one that reached all the way up, the one that was so him it made your chest ache.

He pulled you back down against him, arms wrapping around you, lips pressing to the top of your head and staying there. "First thing tomorrow we go to the registration office. We fill out every form they have. We put your name on everything."

You pressed your face into his chest and closed your eyes, this time it wasn't to wait for a notification that never came.

It was just to sleep.

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S.O.S.

“so, you got any plans this weekend?” your coworker baits you with mischief in his eyes. bound by the shackles of office etiquette, you force yourself to fall for it. 

“nothing much, unless sleeping and restarting the same show for the tenth time count.” you hardly look up from your 25 open tabs. 

he forces a laugh, and you hold in a sigh. “well, as exciting as that sounds, how ‘bout i raise you something better? i’ve got two tickets to that metal show on saturday, and i was hoping we could—”

heavy footsteps and an eerie hush.

your only warning of what’s to come.

the blonde to your right has seemingly forgotten your existence. right now, he’s focused on much bigger things. “h-hey, chairman ao!” he stutters. “how are you today?” 

bristling, you turn around slowly. there’s no way this is happening again. 

narrowed amber eyes. a flat, indifferent facade that you see right through. 

it’s happening again. 

staring right at you, valko taps the wall of your cubicle, checking his watch in feigned urgency. “i need to see you in my office. bring the fiscal reports we were looking at last time.”

muscle memory works your lips into a courteous smile. “yes, sir.” 

he nods and retreats to his office—the kind of lair only a chairman could have—as you grab your pre-prepared stack of papers and smooth down your pencil skirt. before you follow your boss, you call over your shoulder to your stricken colleague: “hold that thought, david. Sorry!”

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the biggest room at eoncore tech is no less ostentatious than the first time. 

valko sits on his sleek wooden desk, wearing a troubled yet expectant look. as soon as the door closes, you fold your arms in front of him. 

“don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles.

“like what?” you ask dryly. as you toss your stack of papers onto his desk, they scatter to reveal the contents: some spare handouts from six months ago, a few sheets that house all your doodles, and literally, some blank sheets of printer paper. 

not a report to be found.

you work in the design department, for god’s sake. 

“he was all over you, right in front of me! i mean, what kinda guy does that?” valko huffs.

“my team works on the opposite side of this floor, koko. it’s not his fault you have super-hearing.”

he scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “whose fault is it that he kept bothering my girlfriend?”

“a secret relationship doesn’t work if one party has no interest in keeping it a secret.” 

he’s exasperated, like the distance is killing him. “why don't you just become my assistant? that way, you could move into this office with me. it’s roomy in here.” 

“that’s a great idea!” you gasp. “or, i could become chairwoman, and you could be my assistant.”

his eyes light up, glittering gold. “that works, too. i can ask around and see what it’d take to get you the jo—”

“i was kidding.”

within a millisecond, his tan ears match the shade of his hair. “uh, yeah. i knew that.”

a long sigh escapes you as you shake your head and smile at him. “look, you’re not entirely wrong. it is annoying being hit on while i’m just trying to do my job, and it is nice having you to come rescue me. it’s just a little too obvious sometimes, and that makes me nervous. how about we come up with some kind of signal you can use to pull me away when you need to?”

he doesn’t even blink. “when someone gets too close to you, i pull the fire alarm.”

“no.”

“when someone gets too close to you, i distract them with a question.”

“better. let’s roll with that one for now.” finally, you uncross your arms and clear your throat. “am i excused, sir?”

slowly, he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your exposed neck. “keep calling me that, and you won’t be.” 

“i’m taking that as a yes,” you drawl, rolling your eyes as you turn to leave. “and valko?” you rest your hand on the door handle. “if you ever think about remodeling, you should invest in your privacy. with all these glass windows, i can’t kiss you when you’re pouting.”