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When you realized you'd run out of your usual night time moisturizer, you figured it would be a ten minute trip to the drug store. In and out.
What you hadn't expected is for your stupid hot doctor that you had a huge crush on to be standing two feet away from you just as you step out of the building. You, dressed in an old hoodie, sweatpants and hair a mess.
Great. Just great.
And of course, before you can double back and sprint home, he turns and spots you.
"Hello. It's late, should you be asleep?" It's a pointed question, one that sounds more 'why aren't you asleep'. You press your lips together, feeling like you might melt into the pavement if he looks at you for a moment longer.
"I'm heading home now! I just needed to grab something from the store." You bounce on your heels, both desperate to make your escape and a little giddy at seeing Zayne. How can a person look so pretty after a 12 hour shift at the hospital?
"I see. I should walk you home, it's quite dark out." He steps closer to you, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. Wow he even smells good.
Fuck, when was the last time you washed this hoodie?
He stops when you reach the door of your apartment, the conversation dying off. It's too late to invite him in, and you know he's probably exhausted.
"Goodnight Zayne. Thank you for walking me home." You smile, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. He nods almost imperceptibly. You think he's about to leave without a word, but then, as if acting on a complete impulse, he speaks.
"Of course. You...you look beautiful tonight." His ears have gone red and he blinks quickly, as if he doesn't quite believe he just said that. Frankly, neither can you. So, you do the natural thing and swing your door open.
Ex-husband Caleb who still has your wedding picture in a frame on his bedside table and still sometimes wears his wedding band secretly when he's on Colonel duty
Ex-husband Caleb who still calls you from time to time to see how you're doing. He randomly shows up at your place for a "visit" and ends up staying the night. On the couch of course.
Ex-husband Caleb who has trouble sleeping at night. He got so used to having you beside him and holding you that the bed feels more empty and bigger than before.
Ex-husband Caleb who still replays the argument that led to the divorce time and again and heavily blames himself for it.
Ex-husband Caleb doesn't like it when you show slight interest in dating again or some other man that's not him. If he can't have you, no one should. He makes sure none of the other men come near you. Even if you aren't together, you're still his.
Ex-husband Caleb who always brings something for you every time he shows up. And it's always your favourites.
Ex-husband Caleb cooks for you and makes sure you relax and suddenly he's back in time when you two were married and the memories of stealing kisses in the kitchen come back to him.
Ex-husband Caleb who always kisses you goodbye on the cheek even though you don't like it (but secretly you do). He tried everything to keep the divorce from happening but couldn't see you hurt anymore so he let you go. But did he actually?
Ex-husband Caleb who jokingly brings up about getting married again only it's not a joke and he really wants to be with you again, married or not.
“You were always a better cook than me Caleb.” You sat on the kitchen counter as Caleb cooked. He hummed in response. “But I miss having whatever you made,” he said, eyes fixed on the pot before him. Your heart skipped a beat hearing him say that. “I miss your cooking too..” you looked down, avoiding looking at him. The next moment you find his hand beside yours and look up to find yourself trapped between his arms. Both his arms on your side and only an inch of distance between you. “We can have those times back again, you know.” His eyes land on your lips and he leans in, but you face away. “Caleb, please.” You put a hand on his chest to stop him from doing anything more but instead he cages you in his arms and buries his head in your neck, taking in your scent. Deep down the love that you had for him still lingers.
“I want you... again.”
Ex-husband Rafayel
Ex-husband Rafayel who still has your wedding dress inside his studio. Something he himself designed but now the muse is gone.
Ex-husband Rafayel who still addresses you as his wife despite everyone knowing about your divorce. He could care less about that.
Ex-husband Rafayel whose inspiration for painting is you and you alone. You're etched into his memory for eternity.
Ex-husband Rafayel who mourns the relationship he had with you deeply, it agonizes him.
Ex-husband Rafayel who never took away the keys of his studio and apartment from you 'just in case'. They're all yours anyway.
Ex-husband Rafayel still wears his wedding ring despite the end of your marriage with him. How pathetic is what some people think of him.
Ex-husband Rafayel who still invites you as his plus one and partner at parties and ceremonies he's invited to.
Ex-husband Rafayel who keeps his hand on your waist the entire time and makes sure you're close to him and that everybody can see that. You're mine
Ex-husband Rafayel who still smothers you with affection even if it bothers you (which it doesn't)
Ex-husband Rafayel who still financially supports you and makes sure you get the best of everything.
“Rafayel you've been in there for too long now.” He was soaked in his tub and felt the touch of those oh so familiar hands, whose warmth he always sought. His eyes are closed, yet he can still smell the sweet scent of your radiant presence. And your voice is something he hears in his dreams every so often. Which is what this all was. A dream. Because when he opened his eyes, he realized you weren't really there. It all came back to him like a bad dream, the day you left him with a wounded heart inside this very studio. He was alone, once again. Only left with his thoughts of you that haunt him everyday.
Ex-husband Sylus
Ex-husband Sylus who still acts like you're married and despite that irritating you he pays no heed to it.
Ex-husband Sylus randomly shows up at your place and makes himself at home despite your glares at him. “May I join you in bed?,” he smirks. “No you may not.”
Ex-husband Sylus who still pays for your things. The package you have been waiting for has been paid for? But you didn't pay. No, he did and he's smug about it too.
Ex-husband Sylus in the quiet hours of the N109 zone, yearns for you. “Go make sure she's safely made it home.” Mephisto croaks and takes flight from his shoulders.
Ex-husband Sylus atones for his mistakes every chance he gets. He knows the damage he caused which led to your parting from him but he's not going to give up on you.
Ex-husband Sylus who hates residing in his mansion now. He's grown restless. It's not the same without you and it torments him. Come back.
Ex-husband Sylus who wears your wedding band around his neck. He is tied to you and forever will be. He kept a lot of your things and goes through them sometimes. One of your nightdress being one of them. He takes in the scent to remember how it used to be like back then, to remember how you were his.
Ex-husband Sylus who has grown more restless now than ever. He needs to see you now and he will and nothing can stop him.
It was storming outside when he appeared on your doorstep in the dead of the night, all drenched. You didn't question anything and let him in. Shadow fell over his face and when you were about to go get him a towel he caught you by your arm. “Sylus, is everything -” He plops his head down on your shoulder. His hand tracing down your arm and intertwining with your hand and you let him, let him stay like that. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and it took everything in you to not be reckless and do something you'd later regret. You know what he's doing and he knows that you know. You put a hand on his chest, “Sylus..I-” and try to slightly push him away but he captures your hand in his and cages you in his arm. Warm heavy breath falls on your neck and his lips are mere inches away from your skin. Your own cheeks flush, eyes forming tears and you bury your face in his shirt.
Ex-husband Xavier
Ex-husband Xavier who moves next door to your place. Seriously? “It shouldn't be a problem. Just pretend I'm your neighbor,” he says like it's absolutely normal for your ex husband to move next to you. Yeah right.
Ex-husband Xavier sees you at a cafe one day with someone else. A man? Why was there a man with you and why were you laughing? He used his evol to reflect the light in his eyes, flashing him and spilling whatever hot drink he had all over him.
Ex-husband Xavier nearly burns down the kitchen once again only for you to burst through his door. “Seriously Xavier what were you thinking?!” You run around inside his kitchen putting away whatever it is he burnt. Gosh you can't even recognize if it's meat or chicken or even vegetables. He ended up having dinner at your place.
Ex-husband Xavier now sleeps less than he did after the divorce. Faint dark circles form under his eyes and he's more tired than usual. All because your thoughts haunt him and his bed is more empty now.
Ex-husband Xavier feels every ounce of guilt for his mistakes. Would things have ended differently if he set his priorities straight? But one thing he knows now, he should've prioritized you more.
“I want to get married again,” he says with a straight face. You're dumbfounded with this sudden declaration and your face starts heating up from sudden indignation. “Xavier, as much as I have to put up with all this and allow you in my space, doesn't mean I want to and marriage isn't a joke. You've already-” Before you can finish you suddenly find your back against the wall and Xavier's arms on both sides of you. “I'm not joking. I want to marry you. Again,” he says, bold blue eyes looking at yours. “Xavier-” “I'll do better.” He leans in. “I will be better.” You can feel his breath, his scent that you know all too well. He leans closer, eyes locked with yours. “Marry me.”
Ex-husband Zayne
If Zayne is your ex husband there's clearly something wrong with YOU. You fumbled him.
⤷Yes I am biased, I am a Zayne girl. Not proofread.
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
Never in his entire life of being a captain, would he expect to overhear his team speak the way they were now.
He was heading towards his office when he heard your voice in Simon’s office.
“Whatever needs to be done. My throats feels so tight and needs it,” you had said, voice slightly muffled from the outside.
John should’ve opened the door and question what the fuck was going on in there— but he honestly didn’t want to even know. So you know what he did? Stand there like some cuck.
“Might be sore after, tha’ alrigh’ with you?” Simon asks.
John was stunned.
“Is it sour?” you asked.
A gruff scoff escaped from Simon, “let it go down your throat ‘n y’ won’t taste a thing,” he murmured.
John barely heard that part.
He’s had enough— his team was not about to fraternize right here, nor ever.
John’s hand grabbed the door knob and opened it so quick, he got a gist of wind hitting his face. “What the bloody hell is goin’ on in he—“
Simon looked over at the front door to find the captain staring back at him with wide, worry eyes.
There Simon was, holding up a small cup and a bottle of Mucinex while you stood in front of him, appearing as if you were close to passing out. You had been sick for three days now, John suddenly remembers.
picturing being a tourist on vacation, and you come across a masked soldier (similar to the king's guard) that can't move from his station, nor acknowledge if you try talking to him.
you've been on a pub crawl all day, you're feeling sauced and bold. you whisper the filthiest things you can conjure into this big ass man's ear, watching his eyes for any reaction whatsoever; nothing.
you feel sorry for being gross to a stranger doing his job.
but that's ok. simon learned enough about you in the few minutes you spent with your hot mouth pressed by his ear. your friends calling you by name; a mention of a hotel; you're here for another four days. it's enough for a man like him.
it's cute that you thought you were being so dirty. he'll teach you loads more by the time he's had you for a solid 24 hours. have you on your back, on all fours, taking his cock so deep you don't have any words left at all. no teasing left in your sweet voice; just the most pitiful sobs and whimpers for him instead.
it's even cuter that you think you're leaving to go back home.
You barely waited for your apartment door to close fully before you tugged him toward you, grabbing his jaw and smashing your lips against his. Valko, momentarily caught off guard, kissed you back immediately, pinning you against the door. He gasped against your mouth as his hand reached up to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
The room filled with the sound of breathless kisses. You grazed your teeth across his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along his skin, only for him to impatiently pull your face back to his so he could continue tasting you.
A subtle whine left his throat when you pulled back from his hold.
“Wait, val– Do you have protection?”
The wolf boy’s ears instantly perked up, snapping on high alert, and his previously frantic tail went completely still.
“Protection?” He spun around to face the inside of your apartment, chest heaving. “Why what’s in here? I have a gun.” He scanned the room, looking around like he was trying to pinpoint where the danger was hiding.
Your jaw dropped, a small, amused huff escaping your lips. “Val- that’s not what I- wait, why do you have a gun?”
“you've conquered the business trip a million times before, mr. chairman. why hate it now?”
“before, i didn’t have you.”
“oh?” smiling gently, you reach out to cup valko's cheek. he lies across from you on the mattress, trusting you’ll share the burden of his distress.
“in the first month after mating, wolves have a hard time being away from the one they’re fated to.” he gives a halfhearted chuckle. “i guess you could say i’m a little attached.”
“i’m a little attached to you, too.” you pinch his nose, and his eyes cross slightly when they focus on your fingers. he tries to lick them, but you dodge just in time. “nothing wrong with that.”
“except i lied just now,” he blurts nervously. if he expects a reaction from you, he doesn’t get it. you knew that already. “it’s more than a little. it’s a lot—a whole lot. and now, it feels like i’ll never see you again.” his voice is hoarse, strained, like this has been weighing on him for some time.
humming softly, you sit up on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. as you reach out to stroke his hair, gold eyes glisten up at you.
“i know this is new for us, and i know that it’s scary. but i like to think of it…as a way for the world to show us how close we really are.
“whenever we’re apart, look up at the sky. look at the stars and any clouds left behind. then, look at the moon. look at its peaks and its craters, and every beam it shines down on us. and know that whatever you see, i see it, too.”
as your words become images, flashing and fading in his mind, valko struggles to keep his eyes open. this is the last time he’ll see you like this for two weeks, after all, and he wants the memory etched there forever. but your voice has lulled him to sleep before, and he won't start resisting you now.
“think of how much you'll have to tell me when you get home,” you whisper. “‘when,’ not ‘if,’ valko. focus on that. let when drive you forward. let when bring you back to me.”
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it’s been six days since your eyes last met.
now, on the top floor of a hotel in a city whose name is buried below thoughts of you, valko looks at the moon.
he breathes one, two, three, four, just like you taught him before he boarded.
then, he closes his eyes.
he hears the low hum of the refrigerator, feels the friction of his suit jacket too tight against his skin. he smells the foreign air, crisp and clean, though missing something sedative.
when he next opens his eyes, the moon looks a little different. a little more like home.
in it, valko sees you.
your strength, your brilliance, your persistence and perseverance. your miraculous existence, like you're too good to be true.
if the moon is your essence, it’s your appearance, too. little by little, it reflects your face back to him: how it shines like your smile; how it has its own scars, like the ones fading on your skin. how it’s steady and calm, like your favorite expressions to show him.
all its facets combine to paint a picture of you in the sky—one he now knows he can take with him anywhere.
before, you'd told him that you see the same moon. but when you look up at the sky at night, who do you see? does your moon look like him, too?
do you see him in the stars, like he sees you?
the mere thought brings a welcome feeling to his chest, one he thought he'd be missing for a few days longer.
it’s warm, it’s weightless.
comfort.
valko never thought he’d feel comfort while being apart from you.
but for the first time since he arrived, he turns his back to the moon. he feels safe doing it, knowing you’re there to watch over him with that soft, encouraging smile.
and you, he hopes, see his face shining down at you, soothing you to a restful sleep.
He’s “just stretching” when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while you’re trying to fold laundry. He’s “just making sure you’re warm” when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. He’s “just checking” when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.
You’re not even mad. How could you be?
Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him it’s practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.
“You’re clingy today,” you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.
“Am not,” he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. “Just like having you close. That’s all.”
You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.
“Uh huh. Sure, big guy.”
He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. You’re both smiling like idiots.
Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.
“…Can we stay like this a little longer?” he asks, suddenly shy.
You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
“Of course, baby. As long as you want.”
Valko’s tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.
Your fingers swirl softly in the burgundy tuffs of his hair, inching towards the nape of his neck where fluff turns into scruff. “Maybe, but I’d love it if she had your hair color.”
Valko’s head rests on your shoulder, slightly atop your chest. Laying in bed together, listening to the soft putter of rain hit the window, staring down at the swell of your stomach. Your precious little pup growing inside.
“I really hope she has your eyes, Val.” Those beautiful amber orbs that you fell in love with, you can only pray that your doting little girl is blessed with the same ones. “You just want her to be a mini version of me? Where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want a mini version of you.”
A large hand splays over your stomach, feeling your little girl’s fluttering kicks as greeting. She loves the sound of her papa’s voice, loves the feeling of her papa’s touch. Just as much as her mama does. “We’ll have more babies. Let me have this though, yeah? I want my first experience with motherhood to be with a mini of the love of my life.”
The first great grandchild no less, and a little girl? Valko’s family had already spoiled her rotten and she hadn’t even left your womb. Now, you were just as bad… though he may be worse. “Still, not fair. I want her to look like the woman I can’t live without.” His thumb caresses your tummy softly, a smile curling his lips when she kicks.
“She’s already feisty like you, look at her go.” You laugh, watching your tummy jump and your little girl jostle. “She’s got her papa’s stubbornness, his determination. She’s really shaping up to be a mini you, Val.”
“Our little pup.” He affirms rather than acknowledging your comment, only proving his stubbornness. Though, the smile on your lips can’t be stopped. Gingerly, you scratch at his ears, sighing as you mutter back. “Our little pup.”
I miss him like he’s my dead wife… trust me y’all regardless of the outcome I will not stop writing for Valko. Lads will always be 6 to me.
thinking about garrick and reader on a gruellingly long stakeout, stuck in a cramped bachelor apartment where a queen mattress is tucked into the only space a bed could go, with a thin cotton sheet as a separator when someone needs to catch a few zzz's while the other camps out.
there's an ac unit that blasts somewhat cool air over the dining room where all the gear and notes are stored. so many bottles of water. shitty, carb-heavy snacks, nothing fresh unless it crosses someone's mind (it doesn't). when ghost and soap come by on occasion, the toilet's never flushed properly. garrick's a decent roommate; not the best, but not the worst. usually remembers to close the lid and shut the fridge and offers you the best shifts unless you're bitchy.
and you are bitchy. it's the job, but fuck me, trailing these dead end leads in their shit apartments, watching through night vision goggles that hurt your scalp and make you sweat buckets is fucking brutal work. you scrap at each other like cats, claws never fully extended, but scrapping at the nearest thing. better than bringing it home to your boyfriend, who hates when you're on stakeouts. gets jealous easily. you tell him you sit in parked cars and try not to piss yourself for hours.
but, it turns out, he had reason.
garrick starts getting antsy. must be the heat, the tedium, the proximity — give it any sort of origin you want — but there hasn't been a better way to pass the time than getting railed at the dining room table while garrick forces your chin to table, eyes locked on the window to make sure you don't miss any movements from the target's apartment, your body bent over the shiny laquered wood, your pussy squeezing its tight fist around his thick cock. he's mean to your tits, scratches at them when he wants, knows it'll fade by the time you go back home. your pants are never yanked down further than your knees, just enough to find the hole he wants, and smear his dripping cock all over your ass, your crack, your lower back, until he slides down just so, into your pussy. likes to mark you up with it. pisses you off and makes you cranky as fuck when he does it; you gotta stand in the bathroom on the edge of the tub, twisting this way and that with a wet rag, wiping the evidence off your skin before it dries.
when the target suddenly moves, something out of the ordinary that a street unit's got coverage on, garrick bullies you onto the mattress and fucks you so hard that when dispatch trills through, he has to answer for you — she's in the toilets — as his thick, pearling cum leaks out of you onto the fucked up bedsheet. the look on his face when you stare at it, fucked-dumb and pissed off all in one, has him rolling you onto your side, legs still tangled in pants, so he can make you squirt with his two middle fingers curled up inside your cunt until you have to muffle your growling screams into the yellowed pillow.
"fuckin' sick of me, yet?" he grins as you use a spare t-shirt of his as a cum rag right before you chuck it at his head. "'m fuckin' proper sick of you."
What they do when you get cancelled as the new love interest in their favorite otome game
Caleb
Crashes out so bad. He actually crashes out and starts raging. Will start petitions online to get you back and will MAKE people sign them. Even the ones that weren't particularly interested in your release. Sends emails after emails to the game company to not do this to you. Writes in the survey how shallow they are for cancelling you. That's all he could do right? Is what you thought. This man will show up at the game company with a bunch of other players. If that doesn't work he will get a hacker and hack in the game server and leak your release. He's not giving up on you.
Rafayel
Sulks in his bathtub the first time he heard the news of your cancellation. Starts painting you and won't stop. You basically become his original character now and you're in every one of his paintings. “Didn't he paint this same maiden in the last painting?” “Doesn't this painting look a lot similar to last ones?” Murmurs spread around the exhibition and Thomas starts panicking. But he won't stop. This is to send a message that if they're going to cancel you he's going to keep bringing you back even at the cost of his own career, about which he could care less.
Zayne
He's the dawnbreaker, the foreseer and Dr. Zayne. You best believe that he will somehow find a way to you and bring himself in your game and become your canon love interest. Problem solved
Xavier
Nero 2.0 Will start a blog with your name and will defend you from the haters. Will get Isaiah and Jeremiah with him into this, though they do it for the fun. Isaiah absolutely rages at others. “If you're so keen on getting a character deleted because you don't like it, you should also consider getting yourself deleted because I don't like you.” Also replies to another comment saying they're gonna leave the game if you don't get cancelled with “Good. Don't bother coming back.” He gets so bummed out, he was saving diamonds in game for you and got a lot of savings for your upcoming merch and stuff. It's alright, he gets it all custom made.
Sylus
Buys the company and releases you himself.
⤷ Please don't be sad about the current situation. I hope this comedy of a thing that appeared in my mind gave you a little laugh. And please don't quit or uninstall the game because the other boys are gonna sure miss you as heck.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
Gaz is also soooo "guy who rescues you when the world is turning to shit and helps you escape the city as it falls apart, but the longer you two stay together, the more you start to realize that you don't think he would let you leave his side now, even if you tried." overflowing gratitude slowly souring as you grow more and more unsettled. going out for a single stroll on your own only for him to come tearing after you, entirely humourless when he finds you, no trace of that good natured, level headed guy you've come to know.
“P-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!” Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
🐦⬛ Thoughts about Sylus with a shy, timid, anxious mc
hurt/comfort, gn mc reader
wc: 870
I'm used to sneaking around my home quite a bit, always nervous about running into someone. I tense when I hear the wood floor creaking outside my bedroom or I see a shadow pass by my door. When I'm in public, I often avoid making eye contact with strangers.
So I was thinking about an mc like this staying with Sylus for the first time. He's been abrasive and rough, terrifying you in your first few interactions and leaving a horrific first impression. Even if he's started treating you a bit more nicely, staying with him in his home would be an unnerving experience. And I feel like the easiest way for someone like me to cope with that would be to learn his patterns and use them to avoid him like the plague. To know when and where he is during certain times of night and avoid those areas of the house.
Of course, Sylus can be a little emotionally constipated and would have no idea how to approach a situation like this. He'd notice for sure, though. Your quiet watchfulness, the way you startle when he walks into a room you're in, the way you walk through his halls as quietly as possible. How you'll approach the kitchen for a snack or some water, only to see him there, causing you to freeze in place and slowly slink away if you think he hasn't noticed you. I imagine this would hurt, seeing you so afraid of him. It would reinforce his view of himself as a monster, I think.
He wouldn't push. He's not one to push, especially not with something like this. He'd make sure to treat you gently, offering you little rewards for spending time with him. Maybe the chef starts preparing your favorites, or you wake up to a little gift box with a necklace inside on your nightstand. He'd be so proud and happy to see you walking around his home wearing it on the daily. A little sign of his ownership, as well as proof that he knows your taste and chose well.
I think things would change once you have to spend more time with him and eventually realize he's really not all that scary. Maybe you go to an auction with him and hold his hand the whole time, feeling safest while hiding behind him rather than conversing with the other people there.
You get caught alone with a shady man who's a bit too pushy while Sylus is doing some negotiating on his own, but he notices quickly and drops everything to come to your aid right away. He easily scares the man off and takes you aside to make sure you're alright.
Overwhelmed and overstimulated, you start to cry a little, and instead of freezing up awkwardly or telling you to calm down, he coaxes you into his arms, rubbing your back and soothing you gently. When you try to insist you're okay to continue with the auction, he sees through your lie, taking you back home even while you protest, not letting you apologize for 'ruining his night'.
This is a turning point in your relationship. Having direct experience with him, learning that he's not going to hurt you or lash out, and also that he's actually quite fun to hang out with! You hesitate a bit out of habit for a little while, but you no longer shy away from the spaces he occupies. Instead of tensing when he enters a room you're in, you start to perk up, hoping that he'll talk to you.
The first time you actively seek out his company would be incredibly meaningful to Sylus. He does his best to act nonchalant to avoid spooking you and scaring you away, but he can't hide how his eyes widen in surprise when you approach him. He teases you a little to keep the mood light, but he treats you so incredibly kindly, engaging with what you show him and making sure you feel at ease.
Eventually, you begin to bloom, unveiling new parts of yourself and truly being happy much more often. Gone is the nervous little kitty hiding in the shadows and jumping at every little noise; now you're playful and upbeat and not afraid to make noise or take up space in his home. You've befriended the twins and Mephisto as well, and have even gained the courage to play pranks on him alongside them.
Idk, as someone who's never really had a place that feels like 'home', having somewhere that I can fully relax and let go and spend time with those I'm closest with would mean so so much to me.
Sylus would be so proud to be the person who changes your life's tone to be one of happiness and comfort. He consistently treats you with patience, kindness, and warmth, helping you learn that you no longer need to be afraid. He watches you thrive both mentally and physically, surrounded by a support system that you've never had before. Always being there to catch you when you stumble or fall.
Who would have guessed that the big bad leader of Onychinus is such an expert in caring for stray cats?
the moment Valko hears you crying, he’s by your side.
it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.
nothing is more important than his mate.
“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.
he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.
Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.
“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”
Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.
“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”
you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.
“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”
so you do.
you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.
he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.
you’re his mate, after all. and he’s never going to leave you.
