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small analysis on the dog-coded duo caleb and valko
caleb is one of those semi-wild livestock guardian dogs with a lamb-coded mc while valko is a wolf with a fox or dog coded mc. that’s where the main difference in the dynamic comes from to me despite both characters being “similar”
caleb was raised to protect you but never have you. a livestock dog always on guard, trained to put your safety first to the point of putting himself in danger, loyal to the herd yet forever kept a few yards away. you’re something precious and delicate to him, a prey animal to his predator, something innocent and corruptible. he’s afraid to hold you in his jaws in fear of being unable to stop himself from biting, and yet you walk into his teeth anyways uncaring if you get hurt.
valko is a wolf for wolf rival dynamic. evenly matched, constantly sparring, maybe a trickster and himbo dynamic if we go the fox route. a game of chase, of tug of war, of constant fights and keeping score. this contributes to the playfulness and competitiveness of their dynamic too. I think both are there to protect their own people/packs which leads them to fight but also respect each other, at odds and at complete understanding. there’s a mutual sense of respect and recognition, like a long-lost mirror.
Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.
Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.
However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.
He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.
Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.
Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.
So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.
Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."
"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.
"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.
"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.
"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."
"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.
There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.
Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.
That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.
He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.
"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.
"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"
He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.
"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"
You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.
"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.
You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.
The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.
"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.
"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.
You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.
"Of course." You handed him your business card.
"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.
You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"
Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.
"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."
"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."
"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.
"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.
He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.
synopsis : it's not like you purposely meant to condition your sweet werewolf boy to come on command. but hey, he's gotta prove that he's got plenty of energy stored up, right?
cw : unapologetically horny, breeding, oral, tummy bulge, mating press, doggy, overstim, spanking, knotting, not proof read, etc
a/n : day five of coping. enjoy some shameless smut with our woflie 💚
"o-one more, you can take one more for me, right angel?" he growls from the crook of your neck. he's got your legs thrown over his shoulders, chest pressed against yours, and if you were coherent enough you would've realized that at some point in the last 10 minutes, he slid a pillow underneath your hips, making every thrust of his cock hit in that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
valko usually has good patience. he can take the teasing, the light touches on the base of his ears, the way your hands linger a bit too long when you pet his tail. even during those heated moments, he'd much rather spend hours buried between your thighs, lapping and slurping up the slick that he swears his life on.
and it would've rolled out just like that, when just a few hours ago when you were settled in his lap. it was innocent enough- at least, as much as it can be when he's got his hands on you hips, grinding you against him while he alternates between kissing you breathless and biting the spot under under your collar. his tail curls around your waist, and it's almost instinctual the way the words smoothly come out from you lips, whispered and breathy.
"g-good boy..."
his grip on you tightens, and you watch the way his eyes blow up completely. valko's entire body shudders, before he buries his head down onto you.
"V-val?! what's wrong, are you-"
"stop talking, angel,"
"are you okay? do you need me to move-"
valko's arms wrap around you, a silent stay put. he's still shaking, and as you try to shift on him, you feel it. or rather, feel the way he just came undone.
"did you just-"
"no,"
it hits you like an absolute truck. the shock in your face slowly morphs into something akin to mischief. you gently pull valko's face up, making him look you in the eyes. his head tilts in that adorable, embarrassed puppy way, and you almost feel bad for what you're about to test out.
almost.
your smile is deceptively sweet, hands cradling his face while your lips ghost his own.
"good boy,"
the reaction is instantaneous. valko's eyes shut close, his tail just about wraps around you fully, and his hips rut upward as he comes undone, once again, to those two words alone.
and gods forbid you let out a soft laugh. not to shame him, but at the realization you've discovered. you should've realized it sooner, really. anytime valko does anything you've deemed deserve the phrase- his reaching something on the top shelf "aww, good boy, thank you valko!", when he sits still while you brush out the knots in his ears "good boy, I know I know just one more tangle", or when he's made you come on his face for the nth time "nghh, good boy, thank you-!".
the way his teeth graze your neck brings you back, and you're suddenly very aware on how he's flipped you over. you're rolled onto your stomach, hips lifted up and back deliciously arched. he's got you on his hands and knees.
his hand runs from the low of your back, tracing up your spine before trailing up into your hair. his grip is just firm enough where you help out a soft moan at the sensation.
his cock lines up at your entrance, warm and waiting. he's cooing, voice crazed and utterly depraved for you.
"shh, it's okay, baby. just one more for me, yeah?" you nod feverishly, body trembling with anticipation, hips trying to chase after him. the growl he lets out is nothing short of animalistic, before he pushes in with one smooth, devastating thrust.
with how he's got you, the stretch is somehow deeper and fuller and somehow got you wanting more. valko bottoms out, hand big and heavy on your ass before landing a nasty smack!
"look at you," he breaths out. you feel him lean forward, his chest- sculpted and defined- flushed against your back. the way he kisses your shoulder blades are such a gentle contrast to the way he's filling you up, deeper fuller than you've ever been.
his hand depends down, wrapping around you before settling on your stomach, right over where...
"you feel that?" your mind is all buzzed with him, so when he lands another slap in the same spot that's already red with his hand print, is when you process just what he's talking about.
valko can feel the cogs turning, and he pulls back just an inch before thrusting back in. his hand is still pressed against your stomach, his breath hot against your neck.
"that's right, that's me. so fucking deep inside you." he pulls all the way back, slow and excruciating, before thrusting back in- impossibly harder this time, a sharp snap of his hips that makes you gasp out.
"fuck-! that's it, taking me so well, angel. look at you, 's like you were made for me," his pace starts slow, each thrust a deliberate drag that makes you cry out. he's not doing any better on top of you, his ears flat against his skull, muscles flexed and straining out.
"you feel that?" his voice shudder out as he presses his hand down, "that's me. inside you. fucking you. claiming you." his movements speed up, his thrusts less and less precise as he chases both your highs.
"tell me- please, tell me I'm doing good," he lifts your hips higher, pulling his cock all the way out before pushing in to make sure you feel all of him, "please, angel-!"oh, and how could you deny the request of your wolf?
"g-good boy!"
a full body tremor shocks through him, his grip on you so tight that it's hard to tell where he starts and you end. A raw and broken sound tears from his throat.
"f-fuck, angel-!"
his hips drive forward, desperate and devastating as his release crashes through him. you feel him pulse inside you, the way your body surrenders to the pleasure. it's the way that you can feel him falling apart, just from you, that causes your own walls to clench around him, your moans swallowed by his pillows underneath you.
valko falls forward, catching himself before flipping you over. he's cradling you against his chest, voice raspy and hushed as he kisses your forehead. you feel it- his knot swelling up, locking you two together into a slick, exhasted mess.
his hand gently lifts your chin, and he finds your lips. he kisses you like he has no time to waste.
"thank you," he murmurs, soft and genuine. he pulls you close, getting you comfortable. it's be a while before his knot swells down, but right now, all that exists is the way his heart beats in sync to yours.
i will never stop writing for him. wait for me, my wolf.
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CW: Dry humping. Dirty talk. Self love. Smut.
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When they find you humping a pillow (Part 2)
"What the hell?" That definitely sounded like Caleb, but the way he called your name was different. Not playful or teasing like usual. It was raw, desperate, almost pained. For a moment you think Caleb must have heard you come home and is calling for you from the kitchen. But the sound comes again, louder and it's clear something is very wrong.
You freeze on the stairs, hand tightening on the railing when you realize the noise is coming from upstairs.
Against your better judgment, you find yourself moving up the stairs, footsteps silent on the carpeted steps. You creep closer to his bedroom door, which is slightly open. You hear him grunt, followed by the creaking of bedsprings. Your stomach twists into knots as you push the door open a little wider, peeking inside.
The sight that greets you steals the breath from your lungs.
Caleb, is on his knees on the bed, holding with both hands a pillow that is clutched tightly between his legs. His abs flex and tense with each thrust of his hips, the defined lines of his six pack glistening with a sheen of sweat.
A deep moan tears from his throat, your name falling from his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. "Y/N..." he grunts with a sharp buck of his hips. The metal dog tag you gave him, the one he never takes off, swings and clanks against his chest with every movement.
His face is flushed a deep red, eyes open in concentration his dark brown hair falls messily over his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his skin. He looks lost in his own twisted fantasy, chasing some dark desire that you can only imagine involves you.
You stand there frozen, feeling a confusing mix of shock and embarrassment. You know you should look away, give him privacy, but you can't tear your eyes from the sight of him so consumed by lust.
His breathing comes in ragged pants, chest heaving as he continues to grind against the pillow.
You don't know whether to be flattered, terrified, or turned on. Probably all three. But most of all, you are stunned. You had no idea Caleb was this intense.
The sound of the pillow rubbing against his heavy balls up to the tip of his cock, already slick with precum, makes you squeeze your thighs together.
"Fuck, pipsqueak..." Caleb grunts, "You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and perfect around my cock." He gives a sharp thrust and the pillowcase darkens with precum.
His filthy whispers fill the room, painting a vivid picture of the act he wishes he was performing on you. "Gonna fill this sweet little pussy up. Pump you so full of my cum, you'll be dripping with it for days."
Your cheeks flush hotly at his words. You've never heard Caleb speak like this before. It's raw, it's real, and it's terrifyingly intense. A dark shiver runs through you as you imagine him saying those things to you, doing those things to you.
His grip on the pillow tightens, knuckles turning white as he holds on for dear life. The bed frame creaks beneath him, "Fuck, I need it... I need you... Gonna cum... Gonna fucking cum..." he snarls, hips jerking erratically now. The pillow case is thoroughly soaked, the spreading dark patch testifying to his desperation.
A gasp escapes you as you take an unconscious step forward and the door swings open a bit more. In that same moment, Caleb's head snaps up, eyes flying open wide when he realizes he's no longer alone.
But it's too late. Far too late to stop the inevitable. With a deep moan that echoes off his bedroom walls, Caleb's back arches finding release. His hips jerk forward one last time, and thick ropes of pearly white cum erupt from his cock, splattering obscenely across his stomach and chest.
Some of it even reaches his flushed cheek, a single strand dangling from his jawline as he pants harshly, struggling to catch his breath. His pelvis is glazed with his cum, the patch of hair there dripping with his seed.
For a moment, time seems to stand still. Caleb stares at you, eyes blazing with emotions, shock, embarrassment, but above all, hunger. It's like he's seeing straight into your soul and you are frozen in place, your own breath coming in shallow gasps. You don't know what to say, what to do. You are not sure if you should run, scream, or...god help you...take a step closer and let him pull you into his arms.
So you do the only thing you can think of. You step out of the room, you let the door swing shut behind you with a soft click. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you stand there, back pressed against the closed door. You can still picture the look on his face, the raw need that contorted his features. It will be burned into you mind forever.
How can we go back to the way things were after this?
Your heart skips a beat as you hear an unfamiliar noise coming from Sylus' room. It sounds like...grunting? You pause midstep, standing still just outside his bedroom door.
There's a strange, rhythmic creaking of bedsprings that makes your brows furrow. What on earth is Sylus doing in there at this hour, especially if he's not a morning person? You've never heard him make noises like that before. Perhaps surprising him like this wasn't the best idea after all.
You open the door slowly, 'maybe he is having a nightmare' you tell yourself. Your heart lurches into your throat, eyes widening in shock. He is not having a nightmare, but something far more...intense. He's kneeling on the bed, gripping a pillow tightly between his thighs. The way his arm clutches it, fingers digging into the fabric, suggests a desperate, almost feral need.
His other hand is fisted in the sheets behind him, knuckles white from the force of his grip. The bed creaks and sways with his movements, the rocking of his hips unmistakable even in the dim light. He's panting, low grunts and growls rumbling from his chest as he grinds himself against the pillow, chasing his pleasure.
Shock roots you to the spot, hand still on the door handle. He's looking down at his throbbing cock, watching it, each slow thrust. His hips roll slowly at first, the movement controlled as he builds towards his peak.
"Fuck, kitten," he grunts, "You take me so deep, all the way into that tight little throat. That's it, open wider, take every fucking inch..."
You feel heat between your legs at the sound of his filthy words, arousal dampening the fabric of your panties
Suddenly, his thrusts turn quick and desperate, the arm gripping the bed slipping a bit. The sound of the pillowcase rubbing against him and the slap of his cock against his stomach fill the room. Beads of precum smear across his skin with each thrust.
You can't look away, even when your cheeks burn and your core throbs with need. You know Sylus is seconds away from coming, his thrusts becoming desperate.
He is fully lost now head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip hard, stifling a moan that threatens to spill out. You are not even touching yourself but you can feel your body responding to his fantasy as if it were real. As if you were the one on your knees, choking on his thick cock, gagging for his cum.
You gasp softly as he orgasms, his long moan of "Take it all, kitten... suck me dry" echoing through the room. The sight of his release splattering across his stomach and staining the sheets is shockingly erotic.
There's so much of it. Thick, creamy ropes of cum paint his skin and the pillow beneath him. You can't help but picture how it would feel, the weight of it heavy and warm on your tongue, sliding down your throat. The thought makes your mouth water.
His cock pulses and throbs as he rides out his orgasm, spurting the last few weak drops of cum onto the pillow. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, arm gripping the sheets trembling slightly.
You are about to close his door when you hear his voice again. You freeze, hand still on the door handle, as he speaks.
"You, watching me, made this much more pleasurable, kitten. Don't walk away now."
You should have known you couldnt slip away unnoticed.
Fuck
Three weeks, that's how long you were on a mission and apart from him.
When you open the front door and walk in you notice the house is quiet, too quiet, as you set your bag down by the shoe rack, kicking off your boots.
Your heart flutters with anticipation as you tiptoe down the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. The early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the house as you approach the slightly open bedroom door.
"Y/n...fuuuuuuuck"
He couldn't be...was he?
He was.
Your mouth falls open in shock when you see Zayne. He's on his hands and knees on the bed, a pillow placed between his legs. One hand grips the pillow tightly, holding it firmly against his body as he slowly thrusts his hips, his hard cock trapped between the pillow and his pelvis.
His other hand clutches the bedsheets in front of him like a lifeline. His black hair falls forward, hiding his eyes and his broad shoulders rise and fall with each breath. The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of the bed creaking with his movements and the stifled groans that escape his lips. The sight of his muscular back moving with each thrust sends a shiver down your spine and ignites a fire low in your belly.
You realize that he's not just turned on, but he's already found release once, the pillowcase, now soaked with his essence, testifies to it. He's using the damp fabric, slick with cum, to bring himself to the brink again.
His dick, the tip an angry, almost painful shade of red, pulses and throbs with need. His balls draw up tight and his toes curl.
His face, usually so stoic and controlled, is flushed and you can tell he's on the very edge of another orgasm. Your heart pounds wildly as you watch him chase his release, his hips moving more urgently now. His hand claws at the sheets, bunching the fabric in his fist.
Your own body responds with a deep throb of desire. You can feel the dampness pooling between your thighs, the way your nipples strain against the fabric of your bra. But you remain still, a silent witness to the intimate moment, not wanting to startle him.
He yanks the pillow closer, using it for more friction, more stimulation. "Fuck..." he growls "Always so fucking tight... such a good girl...making me cum twice"
Contrary to before, he doesn't hold back his noises now. A guttural moan, tears from his throat as he finds his release. It's followed by a litany of curses, each one punctuated by the jerking of his hips and the pulsing of his cock.
"Fuck... shit... damn...Take it... take it all..." You are sure the sight of him losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, will be seared into your mind forever.
You step into the room and walk towards him, eyes drinking in the sight of him, back glistening with sweat, hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. As you approach him, he slowly turns his head, his eyes blinking in surprise and confusion as they meet yours. He's still gripping the sheets and pillow tightly.
Without hesitation, you reach out and swipe a finger along the tip of his softening cock, collecting the pearly drops of his release that cling to the sensitive skin. Then you bring your finger to your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly lick it clean, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste of him.
"Surprise, honey," you say softly with a playful smirk "I'm home early."
You sigh softly as you remember the last time you saw Rafayel, just a few days ago. He had been absorbed in his painting, hunched over a large canvas propped up in his art studio.
You open his front door and walk inside with a basket of freshly prepared food tucked under your arm. You walk to his studio but he is not in there.
An unusual sound drifting down from upstairs makes you stop in place. It's a soft, strangled noise.
Was that a whimper?
Your brows furrow with concern and you set the basket of food down quietly on the staircase, not wanting to disturb whatever may be happening, but unwilling to ignore what sounds like distress.
Climbing the stairs quietly you approach Rafayel's bedroom door. The whimpering grows louder, now unmistakable. Your hand hovers over the doorknob and you take a deep breath before slowly turning it. As you push the door open just a bit, you peek through to see Rafayel.
It's not his face flushed a deep shade of red that extends to the tips of his ears or the sweat dripping down his chest that makes your heart skip a beat. It's the way he's positioned on the bed, with a pillow clutched tightly between his legs, his hips rocking and rutting against it with desperate, needy thrusts. His left hand gripping the pillow tightly, keeping it firmly in place as his other hand braces against the mattress, holding himself up.
Desperate whimpers and whines spill from his lips as he grinds his hips against the pillow, his eyes screwed shut in a mix of pleasure and what looks like anguish.
He pulls the pillow closer, the tip of his cock becomes visible with each thrust. It disappears and reappears, glistening with precum as he thrust against the fabric. It makes your face flush hotly, your eyes going wide as you instinctively press a hand to your mouth to stifle any sound.
"Please... please cutie... let me cum..." Rafayel whimpers "Please, I need it so bad... I can't... I can't hold back anymore..." You've only witnessed him in this state once before, and the memory of that intimate moment together flashes through your mind. The raw need in his eyes as he begged you to let him find release within your warmth and tightness.
A single tear of frustration trickles down his flushed cheek, glistening in the soft light. "Fuck... I can ... smell her..." he chokes out, his voice breaking with need. The pillow is now soaked with his sweat and the weeping tip of his cock.
It's clear that Rafayel is thinking of you, craving you, desperate to fill you but he is also having trouble reaching his peak, so you decide to help.
You walk softly towards the bed and when he sees you his thrusts against the pillow falter, then stop altogether. He looks up at you with wide, teary eyes, cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red.
That's when you see the raw vulnerability and need in his expression, the way he's stripped bare of all his usual composure and confidence. It's both humbling and deeply intimate, a rare glimpse into the true depth of his desire for you.
Sitting down gently beside him on the bed, you lean in close, your lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear and in a soft, encouraging whisper, you breathe out the words:
"Keep going, Raf. Cum for me."
Those three simple words, spoken with such gentle encouragement, seem to be the final push Rafayel needs. His eyes flutter closed, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face.
With a hoarse cry of your name, Rafayel's body goes rigid, his hips jerking forward as he finds his much needed release. Thick, warm ropes of cum spurt from his fat cock, coating the pillow and his hand as he grips it with white knuckles.
"Such a good boy, Raf," you coo softly, reaching out to gently brush a damp lock of hair from his forehead. Your touch makes him shiver, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
You're glad you brought food, because you know you will both need it after the long day and night ahead of you.
You slip the key he gave you into the lock and turn it slowly, easing the door open as quietly as possible. The apartment is dimly lit and you can hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic, but otherwise, it's quiet.
Closing the door behind you, you pad softly into the kitchen. You have a plan, start on breakfast, then wake him so he can eat something. He's probably exhausted from his mission and you want to make sure he has a nice, relaxing morning. Maybe he forgot you were supposed to have breakfast together this morning.
You open the fridge and start gathering ingredients, eggs, bacon, some fresh fruit. You had found a recipe online that looked delicious and you thought he might enjoy it.
The sound of something slamming softly against the wall grabs your attention. Concerned you walk towards his bedroom, leaving the ingredients on the kitchen counter, the sound growing louder with each step. Gently you turn the doorknob and ease the door to his bedroom open, just a little bit at first. But once you open it a little bit more the sight that greets you makes your breath catch in your throat.
Xavier is sprawled naked on his back, body bathed in the soft glow of the lights filtering through the window. His legs are bent, knees up and feet flat on the bed. Nestled between his thighs is a pillow, and you can see his hips rocking slowly, rubbing the pillow against his lenght.
Your gaze is drawn to his cock, standing proud against his stomach. You can see pearly drops of precum dripping from the swollen, flushed tip, trailing down and pooling in his abdomen.
Unconsciously you lick your lips, imagining the taste of his skin, the feel of his body against yours.
Xavier grips the pillow tightly with both hands. His long fingers dig into the fabric as he pulls on both sides, tightening the pillow around his throbbing cock. The soft material squeezes his shaft, providing a delicious friction that has him gritting his teeth.
You can see the desperation in the way he's chasing his pleasure, the hunger that drives him to seek more, always more. His eyes are clenched shut, lost in a world of sensation and desire. A part of you wonders what he's thinking about, what fantasies are playing out behind his closed lids to have him so worked up.
You don't have to wait long for an answer.
"Fuck, bunny..." he grunts, voice breathless. "You feel so fucking good...ngh...take it all, just like that. Squeeze me... You ride me sooooo good... fuck, you're so wet...so perfect..."
There's no doubt about it now, in his mind, he's with you, lost in a fantasy starring none other than yourself.
His words dissolve into a moan, the sound vibrating through his chest. The signs of his impending orgasm are unmistakable. His thrusts become erratic, the grip on the pillow tightening. His breathing grows ragged and shallow, each inhale ending on a sharp grunt or a moan. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tense and flex.
"Fuck,... I'm... I'm so close... Ah, shit..." Xavier pants. He throws his head back, hair splaying out around him like a halo. "Don't stop...! don't you dare fucking stop..."
And in his head you don't stop because the next second he comes undone. His back arches sharply, pressing himself against the pillow, as thick ropes of sticky cum spurt from his throbbing cock.
The headboard slams against the wall with the force of his thrusts, the rhythmic banging keeping time with the throbbing pulses of his release.
His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath. The pillow is a mess, soaked through with his release. He collapses back onto the bed with a blissful smile.
For a moment, you're stunned speechless, hardly believing this really happened. Did he really just...?
Before you can overthink it, Xavier's head turns towards the door, his piercing blue gaze locking onto you. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face, the smirk of a predator who's just spotted his prey.
"Come here, y/n," he purrs, "I noticed you were there before I came, but I wanted to keep the show going for you."
Of course he noticed you standing there, his hunter's instincts always on high alert. It's no wonder he's the best deepspace hunter. Now all you had to do was walk to him.
Part 1 with the other 5 and the art that inspired this.
🔞CW: Dry humping. Dirty talk. Self love. Smut.🔞
Infold, give us our wolf back! Please!
A special thanks to @stardustsirens, I love your beautiful brain 😚
Twenty minutes. You'd been gone twenty minutes before you turned around, halfway to work, because your work folder was still sitting on the kitchen counter.
Valko had stayed the night, though not the way anyone would assume. You'd cooked too late, ended up on the couch watching movies until midnight and the idea of him driving home just to come back in a few hours was ridiculous. So he'd stayed. Folded that huge body of his onto your couch—which was built for exactly one normal sized human—insisting he was fine even though you both knew his neck would hate him for it in the morning. He hadn't so much as brought up sharing your bed. That line was still there between you, respected without either of you having to say so out loud.
Your living room was empty now. The throw blanket sat balled up at one end of the couch, still warm, still carrying that earthy scent that clung to him. You figured he'd finally given up trying to get comfortable and left for home.
Things had been tight between you two for weeks — not bad tight, just like the kind that builds when you're close to someone in every way but one. Curling up next to him on that couch last night, close enough to feel him breathing, had taken more out of you than you wanted to admit. You'd gone to your own bed after and tossed for hours, finally giving up and finishing yourself off against your pillow just to get some sleep.
You grabbed the folder off the counter, shoved it in your bag, turned toward the door already dreading the way back to work.
Your foot stopped.
Through the crack in your bedroom door came a sound — low, cut off at the edges like it hadn't meant to get out. A hitch of breath, rough with something needy.
You don't move. For a few long seconds you just stand there, blood rushing in your ears, telling yourself you imagined it. Then it comes again—louder, unmistakable. A deep, broken whine bleeding through the door, underneath it the slow, rhythmic creak of your mattress.
Something hot drops straight to your navel.
Your feet move before you decide to let them, carrying you to the gap where the door hinges open. You don't need to push it. You can see everything
Valko is on your bed, completely stripped of the restraint he usually carries around you.
On all fours, every muscle in his back straining with each roll of his hips. Both your pillows are underneath him. One is pinned between his thick, heavy thighs. The other is crushed against his chest like he's holding onto it for dear life.
The fat tip of his cock is already leaking clear precum, smearing wetly against the fabric with every thrust. The muscles of his ass bunch and flex rhythmically, his tail swishing low and frantic from side to side, brushing against his calves like he can't control it.
His nose is buried deep into one specific corner of the pillow, taking big lunges of air—sniffing the hell out of it. Strands of saliva string from his parted lips, his eyes are squeezed shut so tight his eyelashes tremble. He looks like he's desperately trying to engrave that scent into the deepest part of his memory.
The heat that floods your face is scorching and mortifying.
That's where you'd been last night. Grinding against that exact spot, face buried in your own sheets with his name stuck in your throat, thinking thoughts you'd never planned on anyone knowing about. He has his nose pressed right there. Breathing you in like it's the first clean air he's found in days.
The hallway feels like it's closing in. You can't move. The folder is shaking in your hand and you can't make yourself look away.
Valko moves his hips down again and the groan that tears out of him is nothing like his usual voice. It's scraped raw, stripped of every careful thing he usually puts between himself and the world.
"Fuck—" The word drags out of him slow and broken. His face presses deeper into the pillow, lips parting against the fabric, inhaling so hard it pulls into his mouth. "Smells so good. So fucking sweet"
Your stomach drops.
When he pulls back to thrust again you get an unobstructed view of him, and your mouth goes dry. He's huge, veins mapping his cock in thick ridges, the head flushed a deep red and slick with everything he's been leaking onto your pillow.
"There you go," he breathes, eyes still squeezed shut, hips rolling down in a slow, grinding push. He's talking to the pillow. He's talking to you—or the idea of you, the ghost of you he's got his hands on. "Take it just like that. Let me get all the way inside that pretty cunt, puppy."
He makes that sound again—a high, needy whine that has no business coming out of something so big—and his ears flatten tight against his skull. His rhythm stutters, slow grinds breaking into something harder and more desperate, the whole bed frame groaning with it.
"Such a good pup," he mutters, tail thrashing wild against the mattress, fingers curling into your pillow. His voice is getting rougher, darker, words spilling out like he can't stop them. "Gonna stretch you out so nice. Fill you up with everything I've been—" A sharp, punched out groan. "You'd take it, wouldn't you? Every single bit of it."
His thighs grip the pillow tightly, his whole body going rigid as he grinds down and holds it there. His knuckles are stark white, fingers curled past the point of grip, something closer to desperation made physical. You can see the effort it's taking him to hold back. Every thick vein along the back of his hands stands out in rigid relief, branching up his wrists, mapping the strain all the way to where his forearms flex with each movement.
With every snap of his hips the tension climbs higher. Up his biceps and across his broad shoulders, the whole architecture of him pulled tight. He is holding the pillow like letting go for even a second would mean losing the last thread of you he has access to.
Like if his grip slips, your scent goes with it.
His hands have never looked like this. You've seen them steady holding a weapon, calm giving an order, certain in every situation that called for certainty. Right now they're shaking slightly. Not from weakness.
But from the effort of not having the real thing.
The ache between your thighs is unbearable and the urge hits you like something physical, pressing into your sternum until your body stops listening to your brain entirely. You want to tell him yes. You want to walk into that room and pull those pillows out from under him and put yourself there instead.
Your foot moves forward one step.
That's all it takes. The tiny shift in air carries your scent right through the gap in the door—laced now with the edge of your arousal—and delivers it straight to him.
Valko goes completely still.
His ears snap upright, swiveling toward the door, and his head follows a half second later. Through the narrow crack his eyes find yours instantly, pupils blown so wide the gold of his irises is almost gone. The room sits heavy with the smell of sex and the sound of both of you breathing.
He doesn't cover himself and your eyes drop without your permission.
The sight of you watching him—your scent hitting him fresh and full—is what does it. You watch it happen. His cock swells further, skin pulled tight, a low growl tearing out of his chest and his hips give one last involuntary roll forward.
He cums with his eyes locked on yours the entire time.
He stares straight through the gap in the door, unblinking, holding your gaze with an intensity that makes your legs feel unreliable, as the first thick streak of white paints your pillow. Another spasm rolls through him, another rope of cum landing heavy over the exact spot your scent had soaked into the fabric last night. Over and over until the last bead clings to the tip and stretches thin before finally dropping.
His chest heaves and his tongue drags slowly across his lower lip and then his canines like he's tasting the air. His tail gives one long, heavy thump against the mattress.
He's still staring a hole right through you.
You are completely fucked.
And while we're here @ekay-i .... PLEASE🙏🏻. Valko deserves a spot in the pillow humpers art. i am begging on my knees 🧎🏻♀️🫣
Hi. First of all thank you for your reports and for the fanfics of Valko, I read them and I love them. I would like to give you an idea or ask you a favor. Could you make an NSFW Alphabet of Valko? I know you could do a very good one, when you have the time obviously. Take care. 🤗
I hope you know I chuckled maniacally when I read this. Rubbing my hands together like an evil fly. This is a very welcome distraction.
I'm not following the template I see most people use. We creative and freaky in this household. Even if it takes two hours, which it did.
Valko NSFW Alphabet
A — Aftercare
Valko is so sweet afterwards, despite how thoroughly he had ravaged you only moments prior. He'll draw you a bath, make sure you have water and a snack, and massage the soreness from your muscles. He's always clingy and affectionate, but it multiplies by a hundred after sex.
B — Breeding kink
I think we can all agree on this one. Like I've said before, it's not necessarily a conscious choice on his end—he just can't bring himself to pull out. You feel too good clenching around him, so warm and wet and perfect. He can't help but bury himself as deep inside you as he can go.
C — Cunnilingus
He's an eater. He gets off on it, actually. The way you taste, the way you smell, the way you sound when he laps at your clit—it's intoxicating. He could do it for hours. Sometimes, that's all he wants. After a long day, a man his size needs a good meal, after all.
D — Dick
Obviously I have to talk about this. Valko walks like its heavy, and it is. It's long, thick, and he's way too good at using it to make your mind go completely blank. The way it stretches you out leaves you deliciously sore, sometimes for days.
E — Edging
Sometimes it's on purpose, sometimes it's not. He just loves the way you sound when you're right on the edge, the way you claw at him and writhe beneath him. He can't get enough of the sweet little whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. He'll keep you right on the edge for as long as he can just to keep hearing them.
F — Fingering
Oh, how he loves to watch your brows furrow and your lips part when he curls his fingers into you. He loves to feel you clench around the slender digits as his lips trail down the column of your throat. Making you feel good is his greatest achievement, and he never wants to stop.
G — Grinding
You're in his lap, your lips slanting over his as his fingers dig into your waist. He's guiding your hips, dragging them against his lap, groaning into the kiss at the friction. He doesn't attempt to take off your clothes—not yet. He enjoys the tension, the build-up, the way your grip on his hair tightens with each passing second.
H — Hickies
He loves marking you up almost as much as he loves being marked by you. His lips are everywhere he can reach—your neck, your shoulder, your chest, your stomach. His fangs graze the inside of your thigh before sinking in ever so slightly, just enough to leave a noticeable mark. He loves seeing the aftermath, the faint red bruises that mar your beautiful skin. Each and every one is a reminder that you are entirely his.
I — Intimacy
Yes, he's freaky. Yes, the sex is great. But it's more than that. There's an intimacy to being in bed with Valko that's simply unmatched. It's primal, all breath and lips and skin. He's filling every one of your senses at the same time. He's everywhere—around you, above you, inside of you. His voice is low when he murmurs into the crook of your neck, telling you how good you feel, how beautiful you are, how much he adores you.
J — "Just the tip"
When he's extra needy, he'll practically beg you to let him put in "just the tip." It's never "just the tip." He'll try—god, he tries so hard to control himself—but he can't resist sinking into you. Your body is like a siren call, and he's all too eager to get dragged into the sea.
K — Knotting
He's a werewolf—of course he has a knot. He tries to be careful about it—the last thing he wants to do is hurt you—but his instincts tell him to sink as deep as he can. It's too much, but so good. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix, his knot swelling just enough to stretch you even further—it's a delicate balance between ecstasy and ruin.
L — Love
Everything Valko does is rooted in love, and he makes it obvious. He doesn't fuck you, he worships you. Your body is a temple for his hands and lips to explore, and your pleasure is nonnegotiable. It's not about sex for him. He doesn't just want your body. He wants you—every piece, every inch; body, mind, and soul. And he wants you to know that he is completely, irrevocably yours.
M — Mating press
His favorite position, of course. He has you practically bent in half, your knees almost to your chest and your hips angled up towards his. His lips linger on the side of your neck as your nails rake across his shoulders, eliciting low, rough groans from his chest. He's so deep, and still your body tries to pull him in deeper—and he's more than willing to oblige.
N — Narratophilia
A fancy word for talking you through it, and Valko certainly does. Your mind doesn't even get the chance to drift. His hands are all over you, his lips and teeth trail down from your jaw to your neck and up again, his voice is low and sultry in your ear. "Doing so well for me, sweetheart. Lift your hips for me. That's it."
O — Overstimulation
It's on accident, really. He overstimulates both of you simply because his body can't stop. His grip tightens, his teeth sink deeper, his thrusts grow deeper and sharper. You've lost count of how many orgasms you've had, and he's already knotted you twice. And still, he just can't stop. His stamina is utterly inhuman.
P — Praise
The words spill from his lips unfiltered and uncontrolled, almost unconsciously. "You're taking me so well, love." "God, you're so beautiful. So fucking perfect." "Just like that. That's my girl." "Fuck, I love you. I love you so goddamn much."
Q — Queening
Another fancy word for face-sitting. Valko loves it—your weight on him, your scent overwhelming him, the way you taste. His large hands wrap around your thighs, forcing you to sit down fully—hovering simply won't do. His tongue laves at you like he's starving, he groans against your skin, his hips buck but fail to find any friction. He swears it's the closest to heaven he'll ever get.
R — Rut
God help you when his rut hits. His body temperature spikes, his gaze sharpens, his senses heighten. He could probably smell you from a mile away if he tried. He's insatiable. His stamina is impressive on a normal day, but during his rut...the only way he's stopping is if you make him. He'll force himself to obey, but his body makes his reluctance obvious.
S — Somnophilia
Consensual, of course. You're just so beautiful when you're sleeping, so peaceful and warm. And you smell so sweet. You'll wake up to his lips on your neck, his arms tight around your waist, his broad chest pressed flush against your back. You're hardly awake when his hand slips beneath the hem of your shorts, but your body knows his, and it seeks him out instinctively.
T — Teeth
Valko's fangs are sharp. He's careful with them, of course—he wouldn't dream of hurting you or drawing blood. They graze your skin just enough to feel like something between a promise and a threat. He notices the way you lean into it, like you're inviting him to sink his teeth into you. The thought makes a smirk tug at the corner of his lips, and he might just oblige—if you ask nicely.
U — Under the desk
The CEO seems rather...distracted during his phone call. Perhaps his secretary didn't make his coffee right, or it might be the stack of paperwork sitting on his desk. However, the most obvious culprit is his mate, who took it upon themself to crawl beneath his desk and help to relieve some of his stress. It's a conscious effort to keep himself from groaning into the phone, but his grip on your hair is more than enough evidence that your distraction is a successful one.
V — Voyeurism
"Touch yourself for me." He's sitting in the chair in the corner of your shared bedroom, nursing a glass of whiskey as his laptop sits untouched in his lap. His glasses only make the glint in his amber eyes more obvious. Sometimes, he simply likes to watch you, to observe you like the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen.
W — Wax
Lotion candles are multipurpose—they're wonderful for massages, and the perfect excuse for him to have his hands all over you. The oil makes your skin slick and smooth, and it's just hot enough to send a shudder up your spine. He buys the unscented ones—your scent is far too appealing to him to cover up.
X — X marks the spot
Valko knows your body like the back of his hand. He made it a point to learn every spot that would make your breath hitch, your heart pound, your toes curl. He could make a map of your skin if he wanted to. His fingers trace your curves oh so delicately, like he's memorizing every inch.
Y — "You were made for me"
As his mate, one could argue that you were, in fact, made for him. But it's more than that. Your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. It's too perfect to be something as simply as fate or chemistry. There's an unspoken language that your bodies speak, and they understand as if it's written into your soul.
Z — Zzz...
Sweet Valko has a habit of wearing himself out. His stamina is godly, no doubt, but even a werewolf reaches exhaustion at some point. Once you're both sated and your limbs are heavy and weak, he'll collapse beside you. He's quick to drift off to sleep, but not before he pulls you as close as he possibly can.
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?”
Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.
He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even
But his tail is a fucking snitch.
The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.
He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.
It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.
You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).
“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”
He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.
He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…
summary ♡ losing your job takes a serious toll on you and when your roommate’s "co-worker" isn't able to make it for a stream, an unforeseen idea sparks
content ♡ camboy&roommate!valko/reader, livestreamed sex, oral(fem!receiving), p in v (obvi lolll), he calls you pup bc why not
wc ♡ 4.7K (WOWOWOWOW)
a/n ♡ SURPRISEEEE!!! this may not be good, not too much
Trying to find a job was hard.
Trying to find a job while also being unemployed was even harder.
But you swore not to be too hard on yourself when you knew well in your heart that you were trying your best. Doing such a thing served you no justice and only made what was already a stressful experience, even more difficult.
No one anticipates being grouped into their company’s massive layoff, not when they swore that they had been a good little sheep in the communism hamster wheel of meetings, late night projects, and stacks of paperwork. Though with luck almost as bad as a cursed cartoon character, of course life would play out in a way that delivers you such heavy-hearted misfortune.
So, as you step into your apartment, trying your hardest not to breakdown after another shitty interview and realizing that you’ve officially been jobless for nearly five months now, all you can think of is some good food and your bed that you plan to rot in indefinitely.
“You look exhausted,” Valko says to you from where he lounges on the couch. “Another bad day?”
You’ve been disassociating so much the last few weeks that you actually tended to forget that you cohabitated with another person. Rather than being able to sulk in your feelings and waste away from the never-ending disappointment, your roommate wasn’t exactly the kind of man to let you if he had any say.
When you decided to share a space with one of your closest friends, especially one with a personality as out there as his, you figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Although it took you a few days to consider his offer, eventually you knew that the benefits were far too great and as time progressed, it proved to be a dynamic going strong for the last three years.
Where you kept to yourself and avoided the unnecessary, he was quick to speak up and make his voice heard. Truly, it was perfect.
You just never anticipated being the one who would be forced to hear it the more your frustrations and grievances became harder to mask.
You kick off your shoes and remove your cardigan in silence, intentionally ignoring him and focusing on whatever commercial that had put a pause to the media he was streaming.
“Am I asking for trouble if I say anything else?” he adds as you plop yourself down on the couch next to him and take a piece of beef jerky from the bag he’s nearly finished with.
“You're so greedy.” He raises a brow and tilts his head with confusion like a lost puppy at your comment.
“You do know that you’re the one eating my snack, don’t you?”
“I thought you didn’t mind sharing with me.”
“I don’t mind. Not at all.” He pauses his wildlife documentary, clearly ready to keep the conversation going and for all of his attention to stay on you. “But you’re the one raiding my stash and calling me names. Then you don’t even say hi. Do I mean nothing to you?”
“You just got this bag this morning and it’s already pretty much gone, dude,” you chuckle. “Greedy, dramatic, and sensitive.”
“You’re pivoting, you know? Not very good at being subtle about it either.”
You didn’t want to talk about it. You really, really didn’t.
You didn’t want to explain what he clearly already knew and didn’t feel like hearing the same reassuring words that weren’t doing anything to ease your constantly racing mind.
Valko leans over and snags the practically empty bag from you and tosses it somewhere out of your reach.
“What the hell is your problem—”
“You’re trying to shut me out again and I’m not letting you do that.”
“Does it kill you to not overstep?”
“That was so damn cheap.”
“How about add nosy to the list while we’re at it.”
“Concerned is more like it,” he corrects. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard when I told you to ease up? You do know that besides being your roommate, I am your friend. And friends don’t let their friends do and experience shit alone. You’re not doing this by yourself and I wish you stopped acting like you are.”
Already, you want to cry. Again.
The tears burn behind your glassy eyes and the uncomfortable tingle in your jaw makes it tick with the urge to let the waterworks flow freely.
Ever since you’ve been trekking through these unexpected hardships, Valko has been covering everything. Rent, groceries, utilities—the whole nine yards. He made you promise to not dip into your savings or to overwork yourself to try compensating for anything he wasn’t expecting of you.
What should’ve been relief had been a nightmare for you ever since.
You’ve always been able to have his back in some way, always have been able to be a dependable counterpart in your two-party pack. But ever since you lost your job, you’ve had to lean on him 100% and never have you ever felt so helpless.
Sure, his job does pay well. Very well, in fact. So much so that necessities and wants for both you and him were expenses he had no qualms about paying.
When he suddenly told you that he planned on seeing what it was like to be a camboy a few years back simply because he had the face and body for it, to say you were stunned was an understatement. At the time, he quite literally said one of his biggest reasons for contemplating such an idea was because he was “bored”. You weren’t one to discourage him if he had the confidence for it either.
Valko’s always been one to try his hand at something if he figured he’d be good at it. Combine that with his carefree-like approach to almost anything he sets his mind to, it shouldn’t be shocking that not only was he right in his assumptions of anticipated success, but he practically became one of the best known in the business what felt like overnight.
Working independently, it wasn’t long before agencies were reaching out and established workers wanted to work with him. Playing his cards right, he chose to remain solo, but when he partnered with the right people and produced the content the fans were begging for, his popularity and finances boosted exceptionally in record time.
To some extent, it’s been a rollercoaster for the both of you. He had to adjust to the recognition and demand while you had to do the same with all the things that could possibly come with the territory of having one of your closest friends be both your living partner and someone who has sex with others on camera.
You felt guilty for your lack of contribution irregardless of the reassurance he gave you and with the sincere look on his face, you were almost certain he could see it.
“We’ve already talked about this, Val.”
“So why does it seem like you still don’t get it?” He sighs, placing his hand on your head and making you turn it to face him instead of the coffee table like you’ve been doing this whole time. “It’s pretty bogus, if you ask me.”
He raises an eyebrow when you sit there silently with such a defiant expression, chuckling at the pouty lips and blank stare.
“Because you don’t get it. You’re not in my position, how could you even?”
“I don’t have to be. I know which one I’m in and I told you what it’s gonna look like until something changes. Nobody’s rushing you around here but you. Funnily enough, you’re the one that doesn’t see that.”
“Oh, you’re sooo inspirational,” you comment sarcastically as you drag out your words. You go to remove his hand from you. Ignoring the truth in his words helps you cope. “Let’s get this one a talk show.”
But he doesn’t let you discard his touch so easily, hand slipping down to the back of your neck to evade your move. He sees the way you tense as much as he can feel it, smiling to himself when your eyes widen and your lips press together.
“Nervous, huh?” Valko’s thumb swipes across your nape gently. “It’s always so easy to mess with you.”
He’s a friend. He’s always been a flirt. Don’t read too much into it.
“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”
“You think just because you’re wallowing in your emotions that I’d let you off easy?”
“Off,” you repeat, trying to shrug him away, but to no avail. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work anyways? Isn’t that guy coming by? Caleb or whatever?”
Valko raises his arms in amused defeat as he follows your stern order. “He cancelled today. Had something come up. I was gonna tell you later.”
Then that meant… “What about the stream you have to do today?”
“I’m still doing it, just by myself. Probably won’t be as fun for everyone since he can’t make it, but I’m nothing if not resourceful.”
If they were truly present in your head, certainly the both of you would’ve been capable of hearing the gears turning.
You stay with the egregious thought for a minute—a long minute, actually.
Valko, a popular and overly loved camboy with copious amounts of supporters. A job where he makes and earns money in real time. Thousands of fans in one stream surely has to equal the same in revenue, at least somewhat.
You don’t have a job.
You need something to not feel so awful.
It’s quick and relatively harmless.
But this is your friend. This will change the dynamic drastically—forever. Maybe he could handle it, it’s just work to him after all. Another day in the “office”. But could you? Do you want to add more turmoil to your already raging flame?
“Can I...” You stop yourself.
Should you really be asking this? Are you ready for something so extreme and sudden? But the opportunity is sitting in your face and begging to be taken.
“Can you what? Don’t give up, I believe in you,” he jests, leaning into you slowly and close to nudging you with his shoulder.
You push him away immediately and ignore his exaggerated look of betrayal. “Could you be serious?”
“If you could finish your sentence, I can think about trying.”
Rolling your eyes and huffing out a shaky breath that he hears too clearly, you muster up the courage. Or whatever this kind of audacity is.
“What if… what if I take his… place?”
The room falls silent. Too silent. For a second, you think you might’ve actually stopped his heart.
“… What the fuck.”
Not what you were hoping to hear, but it’s a fair reaction nonetheless.
“We don’t have to show my face,” you urge. “I don’t want to show it at all, actually. Just hear me—”
“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”
He doesn’t get to shut you down like this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coming from what you’re genuinely considering or the desire to make some kind of progress in something that’s been so dormant, but if he would just work with you.
“I’ve been feeling like shit for months, Valko!” He freezes at your voice raised so suddenly, gaze flickering between your clenched fists and avoidant eyes. “Maybe it’s just desperation. Maybe this is so irresponsible of me and… and m-maybe I’ll regret it in the future. But I can’t keep sitting here and failing, okay?”
“How many times do I have to tell you—”
Your head shakes immediately to swat away what’s supposed to be uplifting if you’d let him finish.
“I trust you. I trust you get where I’m coming from and why I’m trying to do this.” You move closer to him, trying not to let it sting when he watches you warily like you’re not in your right mind. “If you don’t want to do it with me, I rather you just say that. But… but I can do it. If you let me, Val, I can show you. Please.”
He tries to ignore the way his dick twitches from the softness that claims your tone. His sweatpants feel like they've suddenly shrunk three sizes and are suffocating him. But the way you cling to him, how you beg…
“I don’t want to take advantage of you being in such a vulnerable place, pup. That’s not my style.”
“You aren’t if I’m asking for it. I want… I want to feel like I’m doing something—that I’m helping and that I believe it in my own terms.”
His features soften. He’s always given you everything you wanted. How could he deny you when you come to him like this? Even with his concerns, he can’t ignore the temptation.
“… Nothing’s gonna change about us? You won’t run when it’s done?”
Your head moves side to side, decision firm and resolute. “I promise not to.”
It’s been hours since you had that conversation and only now were your nerves trying to get the best of you when the act itself was this close to happening.
Seeing Valko live and in his element was different from watching behind a screen in secret. Of course you watched him from time to time, it wasn’t abnormal to be curious. How could one not be?
Were you proud to say that you’ve seen your friend’s cock? Or that you’ve seen what he looks like when his strong thighs are covered in his cum? Or how he sounds when he edges himself for over an hour? No, not really. But you’d be lying if you said you regretted seeing or enjoying it.
The minute he started, having you sit beside him and out of view until it came time to do what the both of you were there for, his stream was flooded with donations, comments, and viewers, instantly.
It almost made you nauseous, seeing the number of watchers jump from 0 to 20, 500, then surpassing the thousands faster than you could blink. He gave them that flirtatious banter and cocky energy effortlessly, teasing a few supporters and playfully reprimanding others for their smutty dialogue.
This was easy for him, at least it had become so with time, and it forced you to observe with admiration.
He didn’t even have to do anything different outside of who he is naturally, simply sitting at his desk and staying dressed in the same comfortable attire you found him in after coming home.
There was something about Valko that you could never put your finger on, and that amplified as you paid close attention to the way he interacts with the people who love him and his body.
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“Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, eyeing the way they urge him to reveal what he’s been holding onto. “But Caleb couldn’t make it tonight.”
You can already sense the kind of reaction he’ll get for telling them something so disappointing when their expectations were so high, but he continues with confidence. Whether it’s in you or him, you can’t tell.
“I’ve got something else you might like. Someone I know I will.”
Valko looks your way and throws you a reassuring wink, tilting his head for you to stand and come to him. Was it wise to read into his words or was all of this “on the clock”?
The camera’s been angled in a way that only shows your body from the chest down, keeping it safely away from revealing your face. Your body is completely covered in goosebumps, and the jitters are buzzing from your fingertips all the way to your toes.
Turning in his chair, he looks in your direction and caresses you from your ass to the back of your thighs. “Pretty, isn’t she?”
It takes everything to not let your knees give out as he feels on you so tenderly, switching from grabbing the flesh of your ass through your shorts to tracing his fingers dangerously close in between your legs.
“We’ll both do good for you tonight, so make sure you let her know how much you appreciate it.” His hand slips up your tank top from the side, making him grin when you twitch. “I think it’s about time we got started."
“When I’m touching you, you focus on me. They’re paying you to feel good, remember that.”
That’s what you try to keep in mind when Valko’s lips connect to the exposed part of your stomach. It’s what he told you after you reassured him for what felt like the hundredth time that you were not changing your mind. Besides safe words and mutual understandings set, he needed you to feel good. He needed you to have fun and he would put in all the effort necessary to ensure that outcome.
So instead of trying to see what his fans think of you, your body, and unexpected appearance, you fixate upon the warmth of his tongue as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses on your tummy and the strong arm he keeps wrapped around you so that you can’t slip away from him. You find your back arching the slightest into his affection the more he gives it and that alone was already surreal because of how natural it felt.
Your fingers cling to the soft strands on his head, running them through his scalp as stimulation for his own satisfaction and as a way to keep you grounded. All you have is the dimmed off-white light coming from his computer monitors and the lamp he has lit to see how he almost loses himself in catering to your torso alone. With you being so reactive to how he nips at your soft spots to make you whine and hiss with pleasure, he could see himself staying there for a very long time.
“Val… p-please” you whisper through a gentle moan when he hums against you in acknowledgment to the sounds you make in response the sensations.
“Don’t be impatient.” It’s ironic for him to taunt you this way when he says that with his sentence muffled since he won’t pull away. “Savoring my treats is what I do.”
He goes for your bottoms next, hooking his thumbs into them and slowly tugging them down whilst seemingly trying to leave an imprint of his lips on your skin.
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The automated voice reading out the note attached to the gift makes Valko laugh and sends vibrations through you.
“Everyone’s just as eager as I am.” He looks into your lust-filled eyes, searching for approval and making a silent promise. Your quick and little nod is what he needs before pulling them down your legs completely and following them to the floor as he removes himself from the chair and falls to his knees.
He has your leg hooked over his shoulder fast, burying his entire face in your pussy as if he’ll die now if he doesn’t inhale you deeply from the source. You have to regain focus quickly and brace your palms to his broad shoulders as he pulls a hearty cry of pleasure from your unexplored depths.
The sounds of him licking and sucking you in such a place, feeling him groan and lap you up as if he’s been stranded in a desert—right here and right now, he owned you.
Donations were coming in waves as you looked out the corner of your eye through hazy vision. Watching your friend taste you like this for thousands to see… you wanted more. The way his jaw moved and how the muscle in it jumped the harder he worked to consume you was intoxicatingly addictive.
“I’m gonna… w-wait. Hold on…!” You try warning him, but your pitched cries and nails digging into his skin is his reason.
Valko sucks your clit into his mouth the more you squirm, focusing all his attention on the swollen bud that pulses against his tongue as his mouth is flooded with your sweetness. He then widens and flattens the muscle along the slit of your puffy cunt, forcing you to nearly hunch over from the dizziness of his overwhelming gluttony.
You can’t utter another word when the tip of his tongue slips into your quivering hole. That and his nose nudging against you is what has the expert holding you by the ass to keep you rooted on his greedy mouth that sucks you dry when your orgasm confiscates all your senses.
You’ve never wailed from such a thing this loud in your life—ever.
“Even better than I expected.” You can’t tell if the glow on his face is from your slick or the fact that he’s thriving off your essence. It’s like he’s almost in disbelief himself. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
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“What a coincidence. So do I.” Even breathless and covered in you, he’s still so cheeky.
He presses another kiss to his new favorite place, leaving a trail as he begins to stand. Your shirt rises with him until it’s off completely and a nipple is claimed by him immediately.
“Ah—Hold… Mmph, Valko, that’s s-so…” You’re incoherent now and leaving you speechless has become his guilty pleasure.
His cock brushes up against you and you feel just how much he’s been holding back. Taking his time to tend to you, to relax your mind and body to be ready for both him and this experience, you realize now you could never repay him for something of this magnitude. But, you’d be a liar to say you’d never try.
With newfound boldness, you snake a hand past his elastic waistband and into his pants. As soon as your hand wraps around his cock, you give all the attention to his leaking tip that now creates the same mess in your palm as it’s done all over him.
“Trying to kill me?” he rasps, nose buried in your neck as if your scent will keep him from truly collapsing. “Goddamn, y-you… shit, that's good..”
You look at the screen again and this time he does the same to see what everyone else does. His cum just barely seeps through his pants and the motion of your hand taking care of him underneath sends shivers down his spine.
Your tits glisten with his saliva and having your naked body on display for so many to see yet it only being for him to touch and feel is a reality he can’t quite believe, but he yearns to stay there.
“Not like this.” Although they can’t see your face, it’s clear to everyone when he claims your lips. The taste of yourself flooding your senses and his eagerness to make you savor both it and him, were dizzying. His teeth tugging on them and licking away the dull ache until he pulled away only left you craving more.
Valko takes your hand, bringing you close as he sits in the same chair that he was before everything began. His cock stands tall, thick, and completely flushed in the prettiest pink. He strokes himself a few times while his other hand fondles one of your tits, then flicks a nipple with his thumb while teasing his slit with his other. Only when precum beads and slowly falls down the side of his length does he guide you to stand in between his legs.
“Ready when you are.” Sitting back and waiting for you to make the next move, Valko leaves the ball in your court.
His hands know what to do as you climb into his lap with no hesitation. He looks over your shoulder to see how erotic it truly is and if he were a viewer, he could see himself going bankrupt if it allowed him to witness you spread out with a dick primed and ready to slide into you.
“H-help me,” you plead shakily, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him with an unrelenting embrace. He kisses your shoulder and runs a hand down your back almost lovingly.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear.
The donations were still coming is droves as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your dripping entrance. Valko teases everyone including himself, pushing pass your pussy lips but not fully sinking into your warmth. Rather than continuing to wait impatiently, you work your body to meet him and guide yourself down with an unspoken eagerness.
“That’s it, pup,” he coos, teeth gritting the more your pussy swallows him inside and shapes around his dick to the hilt. “Let them see you take it in good since you can’t wait. Easy… there you go, you’ve got it.”
Your uneven breath fans against his ear and your cunt clenches around him over and over like an unforgiving vice. He takes the lead for you now, his large hands grabbing you by the hips then snaking down to the underside of your thighs.
The first stroke was capable of turning him into a pussy drunk fool. Thousands watch how your juices coat his cock and his cum being dragged down to form a creamy ring at his base.
“More,” you mewl. “Keep—nngh, g-going, Val…”
He couldn’t give a damn about who was watching at that point. In fact, he couldn’t say that he ever did after you graced him with a chance to have you like this.
You’ve always been on his radar yet something he considered untouchable. He respects you, values the things that you say, do, and think. Rejection wasn’t what deterred him from trying but the potential for you to demand any kind of separation, did.
Now that he’s had a taste, good luck trying to act like he’ll never want it again.
Valko grabbed you as securely as he could before he began drilling into you from beneath, his heavy balls slapping against you every time you sunk all the way down. Every viewer was bound to be staring at how you fucked yourself on him and attentively listened to the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and desperate yet filthy panting.
“So damn tight,” he praises, licking the outer shell of your ear and grabbing you harder with promises of marks that you’ll undoubtedly be embarrassed to look at once your high subsides. You were ridiculously soaked for him, and it just wouldn’t stop. Obscene squelches and constantly meeting skin slickened with sweat echoing in his bedroom was enough to prove the heights of your arousal if the visual alone wasn’t enough.
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“It’s okay.” Your pussy tightens around him again with anticipation. “I want it… I can take it.”
He brings you in closer as he feels his orgasm coming quicker than he expected it to. His muscles bulge when he envelops you in his embrace, keeping the same breath-stealing momentum as your voice and body shakes uncontrollably from his lack of control.
All it takes is four more deep thrusts before you’re collapsing onto him from exhaustion and feeling the rush of his cum spill into you. You’re held down so that as much as possible stays inside your sensitive cunt, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck until the rush washes over.
More people than you could imagine are watching how your thighs shake and your pussy quivers around him. They can see how he raises you just enough to display how his cum overflows and spills out. You both were a mess and all they wanted was more.
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All the automated messages flowing in has your body on fire more than it already was.
“Seems like I’ve got competition.” Valko’s hand outlines the curves of your body as he lets you rest. “You hear how much they love you, pup?”
You nod. “Again. I wanna go again, too.”
How could he not fulfill such a request? This time though, he planned to show you firsthand for why he was so highly favored.
Could you keep up?
a/n: i was sitting on this for daaays 😭 and i dunno if it’s actually any good.. but i didn’t wanna say anything in case i didn’t finish it lmfaooo BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, MY CUTIES!!!
creds to @/angeliicide for the bratz dividers & @/astroyosei for the lily divider!!
Imagine sharing a wall with ghost now that you practically live on base, walls too thin to really keep any privacy, right?
You hear everything that happens in ghosts room, and sometimes you can even hear when he's watching a nature documentary at three in the morning.
"Fuckin' hell..." it also means you can hear him pleasure himself.
You know that ghost has a fleshlight of some sort he uses, and christ you can't help but imagine what it he looks like using it. Wet squelches and grunts travel across your wall, accompanied by the occasional "yeah, there you go, love. Jus' like that–" when he gets really into the fantasy.
You've seen ghosts cock before, impossible not to when you work with him so often.
Thick, physically heavy with the way it hangs between his legs even soft. There's the faintest thatch of dirty blonde hair, cute when paired with his loose foreskin. A nice rosyness—
"Fuckkkk!! Yeah, yes—" ghost grunts, and you imagine his back arching off the bed with the sheer pleasure in his voice. What you wouldn't give to see him all flushed and desperate. "Mghhh–! Ahhh–!!"
Ah, a quick one today. The thought makes you flush, both embarrassed and oddly proud that you know exactly how ghosts day has been based off the sounds of his jerking off.
You settle in to hear him clean up and....oh? No sound of drawers sliding open, or water running in his bathroom, or...anything. a quick zipper, the latch of his door.
...no lock.
Ghosts fleshlight....freshly used...sitting in his unlocked room.
You shouldn't. It's an invasion of privacy. Its fucking perverted. Its disgusting and will certainly get you killed if anyone finds out.
....you stand up. Your impulse control has never been great.
Nsfw oneshot Ravus x fem!reader & prompt "Hey, cut it out. It’s the holidays" 😚
nsfw under the cut
Read responsibly!
A lingering touch on your hip, another pulling you nearly flush against him as you both dance on the ballroom floor.
Despite being in the Citadel as his sister and the Prince, well King now, had thrown a small ball to celebrate the approaching holiday and new year, where he would scold behavior like this, Ravus had no qualms about his touches, both frisky and not.
“You’re no fair,” You whine, after he pulls away from another deep kiss, one that left you both breathless and weak in the knees.
Ravus said nothing, but his usual stern look made way for a hint of a teasing smile and you gape at him in surprise.
No way, Ravus of all people-! If you weren’t surrounded by a good amount of Lucis’ and Tenebrae’s nobility you would have let out a less than dignified curse.
But instead, you smile in return. And Ravus blinks, before raising an eyebrow in interest.
Taking his hand, you lead him to the ballroom floor again, this time standing much closer as you both begin to dance anew.
Particularly when he twirls you around, your hands linger just above the waistband of his pants. You hear him inhale.
Later when the festivities die down and you both have snuck off to a much more, private, setting, Ravus, keeping you in place, both hands on the side of your head, eyes focused only on you.
You only grin, “Hey cut it out, it’s the holidays.”
Ravus breathes out a laugh.
Despite your believed discreetness, hearing rumors of ghosts in the Citadel, who’s noises were just hidden away by the crowd of people, you both flush the next time you meet your in-law, who’s knowing smile makes you want to hide under your reports.
Sequel to the scenario that @xionroxas requested, this time with Noctis and Ignis instead of Gladio and Prompto. I will try to write part 3 and 4 for the other two Chocobros as well :)
EDIT: Read Part 1, Part 3 and Part 4! ;)
S/O CONFESSING TO NOCTIS AND IGNIS CONFESSING TO S/O
Noct was still sleeping! How were you going to talk to him if he was still sleeping and it was nearly impossible to wake up that boy unless he wanted to get up?!
You sat at the edge of the bed of your shared hotel room, absently watching how Prompto aggressively taped the screen of his phone as he played that game again. You would join him, but you didn’t even feel like playing King’s Knight at the moment.
In fact, you jolted up startled when Prompto let out a loud cheerful squeak once he passed to the next level. You had been too thoughtful to even pay attention to the screen you were watching.
Noctis groaned in the other bed, stirring after the sudden noise but not really waking up.
“Sorry” The blond mumbled, quietly getting back to his game.
“Prompto…” Noctis complained, turning around to face you two even though you thought he had gone back to sleep.
“Sorry, buddy” Your friend apologized again. “Got a little carried away”
The prince sat up slowly, eyes still closed. It always took him forever to sober up.
Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Noct left his comfy bed and walked into the bathroom, probably to freshen up.
“Are you gonna tell him?” Prompto piped up as soon as his friend left the room.
I think we all need a break from the voting so here is a nice scenario I came up with!! NSFW I’M TELLING YOU NOW! Please forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned >:) I will post the other votes tomorrow!!
Tags~ @amicitonia
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The Chocobros and there s/o get caught~
Noctis
You moan as Noctis kisses down your neck. It had been a long week for you guys and you just wanted to let off a little steam. You let out a breath as you helped him get his shirt off and threw it somewhere in the room. Noctis lifted you from the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed you up against the wall. Grinding against him you watched as his eyes closed tightly as he let out a moan.
“Not fair.” He breathed out as he lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it to the ground.
You smirked at him and he grabbed your ass making you gasp in surprise. He moved forward and pressed his lips to your and moved his tongue into your mouth. You two fought for dominance, and you ended up losing. Not that you were complaining. As he pulled away from you, you grabbed his bottom lip with your teeth before he could pull away completely.
Noctis slowly ran his hands up your back as he reached for the clasp on your bra. Realising his lip, you held back a moan and bit your lip. He got your bra off and you let it fall to the floor. His eyes got darker with lust as he looked at you and you felt excited.
“Son have you-”
You shrieked as the door opened and covered your chest with your hands. Regis froze at the door as he watched his son drop his girlfriend to the ground and place her behind him.
“Why didn’t you knock?!” Noctis yelled out of embarrassment in being caught by his father
“I did knock it looks like you two didn’t hear me.” Regis smirked as he looked at his son
You buried your face in Noctis’s back, wishing that the floor would just eat you. Your face was bright red and you couldn’t even look at Regis.
“I’ll leave you too, just be careful.” Regis laughed as he walked out of the room
“I should have locked the door.” Noctis cursed and rubbed the back of his neck
“Well, that ruined the mood.” You giggled still highly embarrassed
Noctis smirked as he picked you up and tossed you on his bed. You grunted as you landed on the bed and looked up to see Noctis hovering over you. He leaned down and placed his lips near your ear.
“I’m sure I can bring it back.” He huskily whispered
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Prompto
“Prom!” You moan out
You two were alone in the motel room. It had been awhile since you and Prompto had alone time together and you two were going to make it count. Prompto smirked as you called out his name and licked the inside of your thigh. You laid on the bed in just your underwear while Prompto hovered over you.
“That’s right baby, say my name.” Prompto told you as he placed his head in your neck
Your breath hitched as you felt him bite your neck. He licked over the spot he just bit and you pulled his pants down lower with your feet. Prompto took off his shirt and you bit your lip. Eyes clouding over with lust. Prompto grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you so your legs were around his hips
“Prompto~ I need you.” You moaned as you ground into him and he gripped your hips and let out a shaky breath
The door opened and you two looked over to see Ignis walking into the room. Your eyes widened in horror as you met his eyes. Ignis quickly cover his eyes and turned around so his back was toward you and Prompto.
“Next time it would be wise to lock the door.” Ignis tell you calmly even though you can see his ears turning pink.
He quickly walked out of the room and silence engulfed the room.
“I thought you locked the door!” You groaned as you cover your face with your hands
“Oops.” Prompto laughs nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck
“Get dressed we have to apologize to Ignis.” You sighed and moved to get off the bed.
He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down on the bed.
“Later.” He smirked
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Gladio
You bit your lip as Gladio shoved you against the wall. Being with a group does take the sexy fun times out of your relationship since you don’t get much alone time. Gladio grabs a fist full of your hair and tilts your head back and slams his lips onto yours. You moan as you feel his leg go in between your and rub up against you.
You feel your legs going weak and grip onto Gladio’s shirt. Sensing this Gladio grips your ass and lifts you up slowly pulling away from the kiss. Wrapping your legs around his hips you feel him pressing against you. Gladio lifted your shirt off and started kissing down to your chest. You smirked as you moved your hand down his chest and toward his pants.
You felt him tense as you got closer and just barely ghosted over the bulge that was there. He growled at your teasing and decided not to play fair. He slowly moved his hand up your thigh. You bit your lip feeling his hand getting closer and closer only to stop.
“Tease.” You growled up and he bit at your jaw
“You started it.” You felt him smirk
You whine wanting to feel more of him. You unbutton his pants and teasingly move your hand down only to stop when you hear a crash. You and Gladio look to your left to see a tomato-faced Prompto standing in the doorway. You quickly remove your hands and wrap your arms around Gladio’s neck pushing your chest against his.
Without saying anything Prompto quickly slams the door shut and you can hear his quick footsteps going down the corridor. You snorted before breaking down laughing.
“Oh, poor Prompto.” You laugh and bury your face in Gladio’s neck
“He’s not going to be able to look at us for while.” Gladio chucked and you looked at him
“Look at us? Babe he’s not going to talk with us for at least a month!”
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Ignis
You let out a shaky breath as you felt Ignis’s lips ghost your back. You had gotten back from dinner with the boys. You had decided to tease Ignis during dinner though by wearing the opened back black dress that you know he loves. It had been a long dinner to Ignis, all he wanted to do was get you out of that dress. Once you got back to your room he had trapped you in between the door and himself with no desire to let you escape.
“That wasn’t very nice of you dear. Teasing me like that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt a shiver go down your spine
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ignis.” You whisper back and he turned you around so your back was to the door.
Ignis placed his hands on your hip and leaned in so his body was flush against yours. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands move lower and watched as his eyes ghosted over with lust.
“You’ve been a very bad, love.” Ignis smirked as he slid his hands under your dress and slowly moved his hands up your legs
You gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward so his lips met yours. He tilted his head so he could kiss you deeper. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and gasped when you felt him squeeze your thighs. Ignis lifted you up and moved you away from the door never breaking the kiss.
Your back met the bed and your fingers started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Ignis pulled away from the kiss and hooked his fingers around your panties and slowly slid them off of you. You slid his shirt off of his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. Hearing somebody clear their throat you and Ignis both freeze and look over to see Gladio.
You shoot up so you’re in a sitting position on the bed and bury your face in your hands. You hear chuckling and look between your fingers to see Gladio laughing.
“Is there something you need Gladio?” Ignis asked him, his patience running thin
“Not anymore. Lock the door next time!” Gladio smirked before leaving the room
“I’m not going to be able to face him for at least four months.” You mumble
Oh my gosh welcome back!!!! my friend and I missed your writing so much! I hope you’re doing well! request wise, do u have any thoughts on shower sex with the chocobros + nyx (and ravus maybe??? 👀)
Noctis - Okay so this boy is just gonna bein the shower, enjoying himself and feeling all relaxed and shit and then he’sjust gonna turn round and there’s his s/o just stepping into the shower withthe biggest smirk ever. Initially he’s gonna be a little shocked like ‘H-hey!W-what are you doing!?’ what the fuck do you think I’m doing mate I’m aftersome dick. It ain’t gonna take much work to get him in the mood though. It would kinda just start out with a heated make-out session. There would be alot of hair tugging, neck kisses and there’s just gonna be wandering handseverywhere. Noctis prefers to be dominant so it won’t take long for him to havehis s/o pressed against the shower wall tho. One hand is gonna be goingstraight to his s/o’s booty whilst the other is just gonna be holding theirthigh up so it’s resting against his hip. He’d probably leave a trail of kissesand bites, starting from his s/o’s jawline all the way down to their chest andhe’s just gonna be sucking on dem tiddies and shit, making sure to leave plentyof marks and bruises. oh lawd save me. When he does eventually get hisdick in he’s gonna be very passionate. Like his thrusts are gonna be slow butpowerful and his lips are just gonna be pretty much glued to his s/o’s neck andcollarbone. He’s gonna be grunting and groaning a lot and it’s legit gonna beso hot and steamy with all that water like shower sex with this prince is gonnabe fucking amazing.He’d probably just finish inside his s/o to be honest, and afterwards he’sgonna be so weak. He’d literally just kinda stay in the same position, stillinside his s/o and just rest his forehead against there’s, still panting andflustered.
Prompto - This boy has no shame. His s/o isjust gonna be heading for the shower and Prompto is just straight up gonna belike ‘Can I join!?’ all eager and shit and ofc his s/o is gonna agree whocan say no to this nerd tho let’s be honest.I think at first he would actually try and be helpful by like ‘assisting’his s/o in washing themselves and stuff but secretly he’d be tryna turn them onby copping a feel and leaving lingering touches and it would be 100% effectiveofc because why the fuck not? It won’t be long before him and his s/o arepartaking in a heated make-out session. Prompto will be pressed against thewall whimpering and moaning at his s/o’s touches, and pretty soon his s/o isgonna be on their knees with his cock in their mouth, smirking up at him. No doubthis s/o would probably get even more aroused at the sight of a weak Prompto whowould practically be begging at this point, like he would legit be such a messat the sight of his s/o on their knees, looking up at him all seductively astheir lips slide their way up and down his dick. Like honestly, I wouldn’t besurprised if he accidentally finished too early, he’d be that fucking gone.When it comes to actual fucking, he and his s/o would switch positions, so hiss/o would have their back pressed against the wall as Prompto would slowlybegin to pound into them, moaning and whimpering loudly as his s/o tugs andpulls on his hair because Prompto is a lil bitch.
Gladiolus - Gladio here would definitely bethe one to sneak in the shower with his s/o. Like they’d have their back turnedand then suddenly they’re gonna feel these large ass arms wrapping themselvesaround their waist and they will legit almost die from cardiac arrest. He’sjust gonna be teasing his s/o majorly, sucking, kissing and nibbling on theback of their neck whilst his hands are just wandering all over their body,grabbing and squeezing handfuls of boob and ass.Now, once it gets to actually doing the deed Gladio’s probably gonna have tolift his s/o up since there won’t be a lot of room since he’s fucking huge.Like they’d have their legs wrapped around his hips and their back would bepressed against the wall and holy fuck it would be so hot. He’s just gonnacompletely dominate them holy shit my ovaries. Like his thrusts aregonna be so rough and he’s just pretty much gonna be devouring his s/o, bitingat their neck and collarbone whilst they tug on his hair. He’s gonna be in hiselement.When it comes to finishing I think he’d prefer to just cum inside of his s/o,filling them with his seed. He’d be rather sweet afterwards in comparison tohow rough he was during sex. He’s gonna be quite gentle, helping them clean up,lathering and massaging them with soap and washing their hair for them,although afterwards once their actually out of the shower he would probablyattempt to instigate round 2 and he would most definitely be successful.Overall, shower sex would probably be a regular thing when it comes to Daddiohere.
Ignis - Iggy here would straight upannounce he was going in the shower and would offer his s/o to join him,instantly signalling that he’s horny af because he usually wouldn’t extend suchan invitation. If his s/o agreed which they would ofc because it’s fuckingIggy he’d immediately turn into a major tease. Once they’re in the bathroomIggy would take it upon himself to undress his s/o, leaving plenty of lingeringtouches which ofc would drive them insane, and you can bet your ass he’s gonnabe doing it agonisingly slow in order to get his s/o as riled up as possible.It’s gonna get to the point where his s/o is gonna be so fucking horny thatthey’re gonna practically shove Iggy into the shower once they’re both undressedand from there it’s legit just gonna be a battle for dominance ofc Iggy boiis gonna win. Like as soon as he’s regained himself after being basically manhandled intothe shower by his s/o you can bet that he’s gonna have them pinned against theshower wall and he’s just gonna be leaving a trail of kisses as he makes hisway lower and lower down until eventually sucking on the inner sides of hiss/o’s thighs, his tongue eventually delving into their folds as he skilfullyeats them out. He’s just gonna be in complete control and he’ll just worshiphis s/o’s body, making sure they feel as much pleasure as possible.Unlike the other three he’d probably take his s/o from behind just because it’dprobably be easier in the shower. Like his s/o would be bent over slightly withtheir hands against the wall for support and Iggy would just be pounding intothem, his hands gripping tightly onto their hips for support and it would be sofucking hot. Like Gladio he would be rather sweet afterwards, being extremely gentle withhis s/o, insisting that he washes their hair for them, and even massaging themwith the soap because he’s a sweetheart.
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