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Bailey /22 /she(her) they(them) !Credit My Gifs Pls!

[sylusfruitss]

L&DS GAMES MASTERPOST

If you want to find each individual post for the pause game, here is a masterpost of every single one so far! There is also some where it is 18+ so if you are younger, you know what to do.

TW: FLASHING LIGHTS

Masquerade Ball:

Who invited you

Who would be your date?

Who would be the dj?

Who would be your bartender?

Who would ask you for a dance?

Who stole an artwork for you?

Who would be your bodyguard?

Who would give you a goodnight kiss at the end of the ball?

18+ Edition:

Who took your v-card?

Who would be your friends with benefits?

Who buys you lingerie?

Who takes showers with you?

Who would be up for another round?

Who would be your sugar daddy?

Who would catch you pleasuring yourself?

[leighsartworks216]

Little drabble inspired by these two LMAO @deepspacenova @souliloqui

Valko's felt your eyes on him ever since he stepped out of the shower. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, and in all honesty he can't blame you when he does the same to you. But it felt... different somehow.

Maybe it's nothing.

He grabs a shirt from the closet and fluffs it open. He's lifting it to pull it over his head when-

"Nonono! Wait! Don't!"

He stops sharply, looking at you with wide eyes, head already through the neckhole. You climb up onto your knees on the bed, all focus set on him, and gesture him over. He's even more confused now.

"Why can't I get dressed?" he asks, head tilting. Is this some sort of game he's not aware of? A prank in the making? Still, he walks over, pulling his shirt back over his head.

The moment he's within reach, your hands grab his chest. He looks down, watching you feel his pecs, squeezing them. The plush fat squishes and jiggles, pliable in your grasp. You play with them for a bit, just smiling to yourself.

"Can I suck on them?"

His bark of laughter comes out like a punch to the gut. "What?!"

"Can I suck on them!" you repeat, more enthusiastic. As if to emphasize your point, you lean forward to plant innocent kisses to his chest.

He laughs, chest shaking as a result, and nods. "Sure, pup. You can bite them, too."

Your eyes light up. You look like a child set loose in a candy store with all the money in the world to spend. "Really?!"

He nods. "Sure."

You don't ask a second time. He yelps as you bite hard at the softest point, growling like a dog with a toy as you playfully shake your head to make sure the mark lasts.

God he loves you.

[straykidsnerd255]

Can I request headcanons for how Valko would react to his shy female s/o feeling nervous about meeting his family but trying hard to leave a good impression on them please?

His grandmother and cousin are kind and welcoming to her as they're thrilled that he finally introduced his girlfriend to them but decided to tease Valko by telling stories about him. He felt embarrassed but kept quiet as he saw how excited she is to know!

A/n: I hope you enjoy this little headcannon/one-shot and thank you so much for requesting and please keep them coming! I want to flood my page with Valko stories!

Title: My Wolf

Pairing: Valko x Shy female Reader

Characters joining: Valko, Female Reader, Valko’s Aunt, Valko’s grandmother, and Valko’s cousins

Song used: Today was a fairytale (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Genre:Fluff

Warning(s): None this shit is fluffy as hell

Summary: While she is really shy, Y/n wanted to meet Valko’s family. Wanted to meet the people that had raised Valko to the kind and gentle man that he is. Valko plans a trip to the forest that he grew up in for a week and takes her with him. He’s excited and ready to show her off but he’s not sure how his family will take to him dating a human female. Boy is he in for a surprise when his family can’t get enough of her after a few days.

Headcannons:

Nervous. She was nervous as hell. She wasn’t sure how his family would react to her, especially his grandmother who she was told was dead set on the wolf traditions.

She was absolutely scared about what his aunt would say about her, having learned she is also just like his grandmother in terms of wolf laws.

His cousins seemed pretty chill from what she learned about them and was really happy about what they would think of her. 

The drive to the forest was tense for her, but she calmed when Valko’s hand rested on her thigh, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. 

“I won’t leave you no matter what they say. You are mine, and mine alone. My mate.”

Those words seemed to give her a brighter outlook but she was still nervous as hell. 

The moment his old home came into view, his tail and ears popped out and his eyes flashed with that same familiar happiness she saw when he claimed her as his mate all those years ago. 

Being as shy as she was, when the car stopped, he bolted out of the car to see his family while she stayed there for a moment, pulling out the food, and camping equipment that they had packed. 

One of his cousins, a taller grey wolf, came over to her, sniffing her out curiously before going to hybrid form and giving her a wide grin. He helps her get all the gear she can’t lift out and brings it over while Valko is still prancing around with the rest or the smaller cousins. 

Of course, while she is setting everything else up, she can feel the grandmother’s and the aunt’s eyes on her back and it makes her slightly nervous. She has no clue what the two are thinking and it unnerves her greatly. 

Valko can see the nervousness seeping off her in waves and is immediately at her side, hand on her lower back as he watches her get everything ready and helps when needed. 

He knows that his aunt and grandma can be overbearing sometimes and he vows to stay by her side as long as he can to keep his aunt and grandma from coming over and saying anything to make his mate uncomfortable. 

Valko was definitely not expecting his aunt and grandma to warm up to her almost on the instant on the account of all the other times he's brought over his girlfriends from past relationships and his aunt and grandma refusing to even speak to them, but with her, they are chatting away with her now. 

He will stand there and watch as his grandmother compliments y/n like it's the most natural thing in the world. Or how his aunt praises her for being able to stay with Valko for as long as Y/n has.

When Y/n was really comfortable with them, the cousins began telling embarrassing stories of Valko. Two of the stories were the time he nearly tripped over himself trying to get a rabbit, and the second time was how he tried to impress someone and totally biffed his words. 

Y/n was laughing along with the others while Valko was bright red and embarrassed, but the smile on his face could only be seen as happiness.

Her shyness seemed to disappear while she was with his family. Valko could see that and it warmed his heart that his family was able to bring her shyness down and her happiness up. 

When Valko and his cousins were packing up all the things Y/n and Valko had brought for the night and the drive back home, Valko’s grandmother and aunt came over to her.

The grandmother held out an amulet that their pack had for years and years. “Here child, you make our Valko so happy, and we wanted to bless your relationship with prosperity and happiness.” The grandmother’s words make your heart swell.

The drive home was silent for a bit. She traced the amulet with her fingers, honored and happy to have been acknowledged by Valko’s family. Valko could sense that happiness and it made his heart soar to know that his family loved and accepted Y/n. “I’m proud of you baby. You are normally really shy around new people but you warmed up to my family rather fast.” He says, taking her hand in his and intertwining their fingers together. “They really loved you today baby.” He whispers, rubbing her knuckles. She smiles and squeezes his hand. 

“It was thanks to you being there too. I’m not sure I would have gotten comfortable doing what I did tonight if you hadn’t been there.” She says, bringing his hand to her chest. “I’m so lucky to have you Valko. I don’t think I could ever find someone else as sweet, and amazing as you are. You literally do everything to make me comfortable when you are so much more outgoing than I am.” She says, looking at Valko with hearts nearly forming in her eyes. “Thank you for choosing me…I don’t know what I would be doing if you hadn’t.” She says. Valko grinned, his sharp canines peaking out of his mouth.

“I would do anything for you, my love. I would move the mountains or the moon if you asked me too.” He says, squeezing her hand. She smiles brightly at his words. “I love you Valko. So much you don’t even understand.” She says. Valko’s grin becomes a soft smile. “I think I can take a guess.” he whispers as he parks the car in the driveway and turns to face her. His hand reaches to her face, holding her face like the most precious gem. His thumb rubbing her cheekbone. After a moment, he leans forward and pressing his lips to hers. Kissing her so gently it makes her hum and move closer to him.

“I love you Y/n.” Valko whispers against her lips. She smiles against his lips. “I love you too, my wolf.” She whispers softly. Valko’s smile grows wider as he gives her one last kiss. “Let’s get everything put in the garage and we can watch a movie and cuddle before we go to bed. How does that sound?” Valko asks. Her eyes brighten. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” She says already getting out of the car to start putting things away. Valko chuckles before climbing out of the car to help as well. After an hour, the two are finally on the couch, cuddled up and watching a movie. Valko’s tail gently rubs against her arm softly and slowly. Slowly, she becomes sleepy and lays against Valko’s chest. Valko notices and pulls her into his lap, wrapping a blanket around her along with his arms. He curls up close to her and he too closes his eyes and falls asleep holding her in his arms.

[deltamel]

KNOT YOURS! valko x f!reader

After your rocky first meeting with the EonCore Tech Chairman and head of the werewolf clan, a cursory scan of your Hunter's Watch database tells you that werewolves, like their animal counterpart, mate for life. Unfortunately, this doesn't explain why Valko wants to mate with a human—you.

CONTENT: 18+, hybrid x human, knotting, scent kink/scenting, enemies to lovers except valko has never once considered you his enemy, oversized puppy-coded valko, mildly-tsundere reader, fated mates, manhandling, size difference, one line breeding kink mention, 5.3k words.

MEL'S NOTE: as a little girl, i always knew i wanted a werewolf for my fated soulmate. (aka valko's trailer dropped, i wrote over 4k words, got interrupted by my period lmao, and then infold decided to slime him a few days later. it felt wrong to let this fic rot away in my drafts, so... here it is lol. rip valko. you will be very missed, sweet puppy! i wish we could've met you TᴖT)

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The forest is surprisingly comfortable.

You didn't expect it, given how your own experiences with the wilderness have been limited to missions and wanderer-hunting, with very little time to appreciate the beauty of nature when you're fighting for your life.

But it is… Beautiful.

Deep, viridian-covered branches tangle together high above your head and form a dense canopy, letting through only a smattering of sunlight, much like stars dotting a night sky. Somewhere off to your right, a family of birds sink to each other. You can't help but wonder what they're saying as you breathe in deep lungfuls of air so clean you could cry. And beneath your back, the floor is soft. Not mattress-soft or brushed-cotton-soft. But spongey and forgiving, a bed of leaves cushioning your spine like one would cradle a babe.

You wonder if Valko picked this spot on purpose. If he knows every square inch of this forest and decided to fuck you here. Where the earth feels kind. Where your noises tangle together until they become part of the forest's symphony, indistinguishable from the crying animal you can hear in the distance, or the gentle thrush of dancing branches. Valko called the forest "his" when he found you. Not his home, not his territory... Just his. As though everything from the dirt in the cracks of your shoes to the skyward-reaching boughs were drawn forth from his very being.

You wonder, too, if any part of the forest could be yours. If you ask, would he let you own a part of him? A tree to name as though a person, a free-flying bird to clutch in your palm, a patch of bright flowers to doze in.

A fool's dream.

Because, while only a matter of days has passed since your first meeting, you've been reliving the memory of it in horror, when caught on the brink of wakefulness and sleep. The feeling of his large body giving way to you and hitting the dusty ground, supine. You—triumphant in every way, straddled atop him like an animal.

Then, worse.

Much worse.

Valko's face beside yours. The agonisingly pleasant drag of his nose behind your ear. A deep inhale—guttered like a candle flame, followed by a disbelieving, "Your scent..."—entirely impossible to forget. The whole interaction set your head spinning. So wrongly intimate in the middle of a battlefield, his every touch melting down into reverence where he held you against him. And each time you recall the memory, your reaction is different.

One time, you push him away as soon as his hold tightens, scrambling to your feet, features marred with disgust.

Another, you grab the burgundy hair at his nape and smash your mouth into his.

Only this morning, did you press the barrel of your pistol against his temple and threaten to pull the trigger.

In reality, however, you didn't fight back. You didn't reciprocate, either. You merely just let him touch you, smell you, hold you like a lover and not an enemy he'd met all of ten minutes prior.

Shame rushes to meet you as though the dam of your resistance has finally crumbled. Because here you are—beneath Valko. Drawn in by his claims of "fated mates" and big, puppy dog eyes. On another mission entirely, yet you were hunted down within minutes of your arrival in his territory.

You tried to resist.

Sort of.

But deep inside you, there was a pull. A string tied around your heart. Pulled just enough to make you take a step forward towards him. Another. And another. Until you were grabbing desperately at his stupid, big shoulders and kissing him with a ferocity that surprised even you—as though you hadn't taken a breath since you left him, and the meeting of your lips was akin to surfacing from deep water. Valko handled you easily, didn't bat an eyelid at the familiar way you fell into him, and used all that irritating strength of his to swoop you up and bring you here.

Though where here is exactly, you wouldn't be able to say.

"You're such a big brute," you pant, a palm thumping at his shoulder blade like your anxious, horny energy has no other outlet but violence.

Sweat drips onto your cheek in lieu of a comeback. You flinch, grimacing, and then flinch again when you feel the sudden rush of arousal accompanying it. There's nothing sexy about an idiot who can't decide whether he wants to be a man or a wolf, and definitely nothing about the aforementioned idiot sweating all over you.

Valko drags his nose up. Sniffs behind your ear. Groans and thrusts into you deeper. "You smell so good, pup."

You groan, too, decidedly more annoyed than Valko. "Don't call me that! You're not even listening!"

"I am," he says, clearly distracted by the way you clench around him a second later. "Fuck... What are you doing to me?"

"I'm not doing—" You toss your head back onto the soft ground when he tilts his hips, hitting your g-spot with frightening accuracy. "—haaah-anything! You stupid dog!"

Valk's mouth dips immediately down into the cavern of your throat, tongue licking wet and hot up the rungs of your trachea. Your stomach swoops when you feel a faint scratch—almost like those canines of his are teasing your skin, sharp and gleaming, and able to tear your throat out in an instant.

"Wolf," he growls lowly.

"Whatever." Venom seeps back into your voice. You feel humiliated to have given in as easily as you did. Even more so at how capable Valko is of fucking any sane thought from your brain. "I don't think wolves are supposed to fuck humans."

Valko lets out a sharp rumble from deep in his chest. You can feel it reverberate straight through you, plastered to him as vines crawling up a dawn redwood would be.

"Pretty sure it's a— ngh! Violation of some animal welfare law."

"Werewolf," Valko corrects a heartbeat later, the point of an ear flicking against your chin.

You brace yourself when you feel another brush of pointy teeth, ready for them to sink into your flesh like a meal, overdue and mouthwatering. There would be no fight. None that you would win, anyhow.

Dragging a large, overheated palm down your flank, Valko slips it beneath your lower back. You have barely a second to guess at what he's attempting before you're unceremoniously lifted, hips inches from the ground, suspended there while he ruts into you. You gasp at the new angle, at the humiliating stretch of his thick cock pounding into your dripping cunt. A boot-covered foot lands on the back of his thigh. You can't help but hold on for dear life, even as your head swims with mortification.

You never do this—fuck someone you barely know.

A gasp. Eyelids fluttering as he strokes deep inside you. A big, shaggy tail thumping your shin rhythmically.

Is it always this good?

"You were looking for me," Valko murmurs into your sweaty neck.

Startled, you grab his shoulders and push. Valko lifts his head obediently. But, and here's the real kicker, he's fucking huge. Broad shoulders that cover half your vision when you tip your head down to stare at him incredulously. Thick, wide torso pinning you to the ground. You almost lose your nerve. But then he's panting in your face, breath hitting hot against your lips, and you have to say something, anything, or you'll end up kissing him again.

"No, I wasn't! I'm supposed to be—" a strangled moan "—on a mission. Finding a wanderer! Not..."

The end of your sentence eludes your fuzzy brain, as does any thought besides how Valko's stroke game might actually kill you.

Valko shakes his head, veering closer. You go cross-eyed. He bumps his forehead into yours, and the new point of contact is another fraying thread of your sanity, one more layering of molten arousal settling over your body like a suffocating fire blanket. You half-wonder if Valko has some special werewolf vision when he stares at you intently enough to frighten—if his vision isn't blurred like yours. If you look as stupidly fucked out as you feel right now, also.

Slowing his hips into a deep, torturous roll, he knocks his nose into yours playfully.

"Not you," he emphasises, and you feel his lips brush yours. A feather's kiss. Then, another hand—the one not hiking your hips incrementally higher by the second—slips beneath your nape, big fingers cupping the back of your head, a thumb stroking over the corner of your jaw. You almost moan, still baffled at his size. At the easy way he's moving you, and the sheer span of his hands, his shoulders, his hips. You swallow the incriminating noise instead. "Your soul. I could feel it, pup. Howling at me. Haah— Asking me to find you."

You exhale shakily. "You're crazy."

"Not crazy," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours firmer. He repeats himself, hushed yet solemn, "Not crazy."

You swallow the stone trapped in your throat. Feel it sink into your stomach with a final, echoing thump.

"I felt you. Different from how I feel you now."

Your lips part around a question before your brain has a chance to catch up. "What did you feel?"

"Hunger," comes Valko's immediate reply, as though he doesn't even have to think about it. As though he's telling the truth. "Loneliness. Hope. Confusion. Everything." Valko's voice drops into a raw note, like he's being flayed further open by each word he chooses to share, but he couldn't bear to keep them to himself despite it. "All of it."

You gasp, back arching up into the wall of his chest. Valko's fingertips dig into your lower back, and he pulls you up into him further, like it won't be enough until you climb inside his skin.

"Your soul was the deepest silence and the most beautiful song I've heard in my life."

Tears prick at your eyes, and your vitriol vanishes with enough pace to leave you breathless. The string tied around your heart pulls taut, lurching up into your throat. Valko knows. He must do. Because the corner of his eyes softens, solid gold melting into liquid, and he regards you so fondly that you feel pinned under the weight of his veneration, despite Valko knowing only your nasty words and the unfaltering pressure of your limbs.

"There is a forest inside you," Valko says, awed, big ears turning towards your expression as though able to hear its idiosyncrasies.

Arousal and some unidentified emotion—heavy and foundational and undeniably trusting—fight for control, welling up inside your chest until they crush your every heaving breath. Valko slows his hips until he's only grinding deep inside you, pubis pressing against your clit in a way that sends a frisson of heat dancing up your spine.

"Valko," you whimper, voice breaking from his words or the intimate grind of his cock, you have no idea.

Palm sliding from your nape to the side of your neck, Valko's thumb drags adoringly along your jaw until it finds its home— right below the softness of your bottom lip. He pulls it down slightly, and your mouth parts without thought.

Valko pours his words into its cavernous reaches, "I can hear it now."

Every inch of you is matted with sweat. Valko runs hot. So hot you're losing your mind, wrapped in his balmy embrace, being fucked by his big cock, spoken to in a tone so sweet and so low your heart fractures and remakes itself into newness.

"Your soul stretched out and sank its claws deep into my flesh from the very first moment we met, little hunter. I didn't have a choice. I had to find you again." His eyes flutter closed, pained. "I had to."

You whimper again—an open, vulnerable noise crawling up from the base of your throat entirely unfamiliar to you. You've never made a noise like this before. But now you can't stop. More follow. Tiny, wounded things that only make Valko clutch you tighter, roll his hips deeper. In turn, only deepening your delirium—until you're more animal than human. Until your nails are sinking deep into his shoulders and your mouth is finding his once more, darkness engulfing you.

Hissing at the prick of pain, Valko reciprocates without hesitation, and within seconds, it dissolves into a contented, humming moan. Valko tilts his head and licks into your mouth like he's tasting what you ate for breakfast, tongue flicking along the flat rows of your teeth. His mouth opens further, coaxing yours to mirror him, and he releases this breathy sound of astonishment into you.

"Sw't," he says, muffled against your lips—backing away barely enough for the syllables to be heard before he's meeting you again, like two souls clashing in an open field. You keen, loud, and your hips jerk in place when he nips at you, light and teasing and familiar. You're rewarded with a laugh. This time, he does part from you, but not before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Sweet, sweet thing."

"Shut up," you mumble quietly, all the fight drained out of you.

"You're trouble, though. I can tell." The corner of Valko's eyes crinkles. "Seen plenty of it before."

You try to grumble, but his big hand hikes your hips higher, and he's everywhere—outside you, inside you—and you can do nothing but take what he's giving you with the faint notion that you're not going to be able to live without this—him—once it's over. That he's changing your fundamentals, cock driving deep inside you and rearranging what you once were.

"'m not trouble-nghhh!" you retort, gasping around the word 'trouble' when he pulls his hips back and slams into you, punishingly hard despite the tender hold he has on you, as though you could be blown over by a gust of wind and shattered in the middle of this forest.

"I got you, little hunter, I got you."

"Valko, ohmygod, there!"

"Here?" he asks, hammering into the spot that's making you see stars, or maybe that's just the canopy light flashing in your wet vision.

"Yesyesyes," you chant, chest heaving.

"So pretty."

You barely hear it. Blood roaring in your ears, brain a soupy mess. There's not much of anything left but the feeling of his thick cock carving a home for himself into your cunt, wet noises echoing above the din of the forest.

"My mate."

Your whole body shudders. No way. Not this again. You can't be. You're many, many things: wrong and volatile and above all—human.

"Ma-ah! Mate?"

Valko nods, coming to nose under your jaw.

"No! No, Valko, I'm not— I'm…"

"Mine."

"Human!"

"Mine."

"Valko, please," you whine, tears filling your eyes. "I'm not who you're looking for. I'm not! You don't know me. You don't want me. Not past today—not for the rest of your life."

A mean thrust. The tears spill.

"This is just instincts," you argue weakly. "Your stupid werewolf wires crossing and—"

"We are all just instincts," Valko cuts in, not unkindly. Not condescendingly. Just stating it like the simple, breathless fact it supposedly is before dipping down to kiss you again. You clench around Valko so hard his tail thwacks the thigh you have hooked around his waist.

Traitorously, your brain whispers: What were you driven by when you first kissed Valko, if not your instincts?

"V'lk'," you speak, muffled against his mouth.

You're ignored. But you have bigger issues, namely, how the heat is eating you alive. So imposing it's a physical weight, melting you into Valko's hold—and it all seems to be emanating out from where you're joined. An orgasm creeping up on your heels, molten fire right behind it—waiting to engulf you for good. You can barely move your hips to meet his quick thrusts, settling for half-heartedly twitching as he pounds into you. Held up by nothing but his strength alone, what feels like it could be miles from the soft forest bed.

Licking into your mouth, Valko doesn't hear you. Not until you slide a hand to the front of his shoulder and push once more. He doesn't budge an inch, but you get his attention. He leans back to peer at you—all big, round eyes and flushed face, sweat beading along his temple—and yet somehow, he looks more composed than you feel. At once, self-consciousness rises like a tide.

"You're confused," you blurt anyway, forcing the emotion away.

Valko smiles, a gentle curve utterly undoing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

And that…

It unmakes you. Strips back those petal-shaped layers you've been clutching as though they were impenetrable armour. Bares you to the forest, to him, to yourself. Effortlessly. So unassuming that you didn't notice, not until you're lying there—an open, gaping wound.

Sinking lower, Valko's voice is a smooth stone drifting from the mouth of a river into open ocean. "My mate."

"Yours," you breathe quietly, as though a tone too loud will wash away its meaning. As though it's a secret to be guarded between you, Valko, and the forest.

Valko's expression flies through a myriad of colours in an instant. Then, your pussy flutters around his cock and his face lands on hunger. Bending down, he brushes his nose on your temple again, slides his chest against yours—rubbing skin in a way that, to you, seems to have no aim but contact. He presses his nose into your hair and breathes in deeply.

"You smell like me."

Valko's thick cock splits you open, and your hips are held so high your legs kick in the air.

You suck in a heaving breath, see-sawing between the syrupy mess of your thoughts and the heat consuming you. "W-what?"

Brushing his temple against yours, he laughs. Though the sound is thin and strained. "Nothing."

You want to chase it up, to push him, truly you do. But then, he's anchoring a forearm on the ground by your head and using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, each snap of his hips sending pleasure skittering up your spine. Your toes curl against his thighs, and the heat becomes a roaring inferno.

"Valko," you whimper again.

The man drags his nose back across your cheek, brushes it against yours. Leans back to catch your lidded gaze. You stare up at him blearily, at the way he's your entire field of vision. Blown-out pupils drink you in as he asks, "What is it, pup?"

You seize up at the nickname this time—muscles locking and breath stalling in your chest like the moment existing before a vacuum consumes everything the next—and cum. Silent for the briefest of moments before your voice crawls up your throat, ruined. A string of keening gasps, underlined with these scratchy moans from deep in your chest. Your fingernails dig into Valko's shoulders, desperate for a moor.

Yet, he doesn't stop.

Fucks you through it with a surprising ferocity, even as his hips begin to stutter.

"So sweet," he moans, staring down at you, face the same colour as his hair. His ears twitch madly atop his head, like he can't decide which sounds of yours to focus on—your tiny, gasping whimpers or the wet shtick of his cock pounding your pussy. "All for me."

Your orgasm feels as though it's dragging you down into its depths, your pleasure turning high and painful, though no less mind-numbing. You cry out when Valko's cock brushes against your G-spot so soon, and then cry again when Valko decides to repeat the action.

You slide a hand up his nape, panicked, nails dragging harsh lines. "Valko, ah— wait—"

Valko's hips snap into you reflexively.

"Ohmygod," he whines. Whines. Like he's not the big bad leader of the werewolf clan. As though he's not the one fucking you to tears.

You freeze at the sound.

"Please," he gasps out. "Again."

Then, you watch from a body that's not your own as you obey, orgasm still lapping at your core. Your other hand drags sharp lines along his muscled shoulder and up into his nape, through the soft, cropped mess of his hair. Pain-pleasure frisks your skin. Valko buries his head in the hollow of your throat, and you can feel him panting there, open-mouthed.

"Again."

You want to tease. To find your words and call him bossy, demanding and stupid. All traits that should never be endearing and yet here you are, unequivocally endeared. Instead, you splay your finger tips wide across the back of his skull—thumbs tucked behind his human ears—and drag your nails along his scalp, up to his crown.

Valko shudders as though abruptly caught in a winter breeze.

"Haah—"

Your fingertip strokes up the back of a wolf-ear, the fur silky soft beneath your touch. You can feel it twitching in response. A thumb rises to join it, pressing up the warm, fleshy inside.

"Pup, I'm-nghhh—"

Meanwhile, your free hand moves curiously around the base of his other wolf ear, gauging where the human ends and the werewolf begins. You press a finger firmly to the divide, and pet it back and forth.

Both ears flick as though to brush away your fingers, before pinning back against his head right as he pants out, "Closeclose—"

Valko hunches over you, sharp teeth nipping at your neck. You jump. Instinctively ducking your head to protect your neck. Whining again, Valko makes a wounded sound as though denied—though denied what, you don't have the brain capacity to work out. You tip your head further back on instinct. Valko groans, half-fearful, and he stops fucking you abruptly.

You take the chance to catch your breath.

"Don't—" Valko, panic-stricken.

A graze of teeth.

In your gut, you know you shouldn't fight him—so you don't. You surrender yourself, forcefully relaxing your body. Both hands tangled in his soft hair and around his spasming ears like they're sacred. You let out a low whine from the base of your throat, and Valko punches out a wounded whine of his own, perfectly dizzying.

"Valko, please," you gasp, not even sure what you're begging for at this point.

"I can't— ohfuck—"

You're immediately distracted by a weird sensation. Fullness. A pleasant stretch edging into slightly painful.

"Valko, what is—"

His hips start into a shallow grind, keeping his entire cock inside you. You glance up to see his ears flick back again, flat to his skull.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry–"

Your pussy is forced wider around Valko's cock. Something swelling—inflating—inside you, a sensation so jarring you scrabble at his hair as pure alarm lances your heart. You try to draw your hips back, but the hand beneath your lower back keeps you where you are, despite the apologies he continues to murmur against your neck.

"Sorry, pup, 'm sorry, 'm sor—"

"Ow, ow— Valko— it hurts," you protest, staring up into the canopy. Then, you angle your head down uselessly to try to catch his gaze.

"I didn't mean to, you just smell so… and you're acting like… like that. And you don't even know what it's doing to me," he replies, tight and panicked.

"Valko!" You thump at his back, nervous in equal measure at his tone.

"You have to—" he grunts when you clench around him, "—relax."

Your voice climbs higher. "Relax?!"

"Jesus, pup, please. Stop squeezing me."

"I can't," you cry, tears welling up again as Valko's dick keeps inflating. You're going to be split open, sharp heat will slice you in two. Your back arches up into him. "Ahhh— fuck, Valko!"

Valko lets out a devastated gasp. His head tips to the side until his cheek rests on your shoulder, hot breath panting across the front of your throat.

"What is happening?!"

Your hunter's watch didn't say anything about stupid werewolf dick having the ability to enlarge at will.

"'s my-haah— my knot."

Valko slides his hips forward, forcing your pussy to stretch wider around him. You make a hysterical sound.

"What does that even mean?!"

"I can't… can't think."

Your voice runs ragged. "Not helpful!"

"I mnnn-know!"

You kick the back of his thigh and whimper as the movement causes him to shift deeper. His tail falls still, a strip of warmth across your leg.

"Stop-ah— moving."

"Pull out!"

Valko grunts.

"Valko, pull out!"

"Pup, I can't," he argues, strained.

"What do you mean you can't, bastard? Pull! Out!"

Valko lets out a low, disgruntled sound. Before holding you carefully and drawing his hips back, so slowly you swear he's actively trying to piss you off further. Then, you feel it. A sore stretch returns, until it dips into sheer, mind-numbing pain so fast you yelp, sucking in a wet breath and attempting to draw your legs towards your body, despite the hulking man spreading you open. Valko stills immediately, slipping back into your heat with a moan of pure relief. You echo it as the pain subsides and the size of Valko becomes more manageable again.

"See?" he asks lowly.

You nod dazedly, still catching your breath. You're starting to adjust, but the stretch still burns something fiery, even as pleasure begins to lick at the wound.

"What the fuck…" you mumble to yourself.

You clench around him, testing, and Valko groans. You do, too, when the pain flares again, a sweeping wave of arousal following close behind.

Then, a strike of clarity: "You still haven't cum."

You feel unsettled at the notion, deeply so.

"Working on it," Valko huffs, voice rough.

"Don't sound too excited."

"Are you always this mouthy?" A beat of silence, then an agitated twitch of a wolf ear. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

You roll your eyes but soften your voice.

"There's no one to tell you about," you admit.

Valko stills. "Pup…"

"What?" you snap, immediately falling back on the defensive.

Valko moans again, for no discernible reason. Sighing irritably, you thump your head back onto the ground, only for Valko to make another heated noise into your neck. You bristle at not understanding what's even setting him off.

"Seriously! What's wrong with you?"

Valko sighs. Shifts his hips. Exhales at the hitch in your breath. "I like a bit of a fight in my prey."

"Fuck off," you respond.

"Yeah," he laughs, undeniably fond, which is objectively crazy. You've known this man for a matter of days. An hour, if you count the time you've actually spent in his company. You grip his hair tighter and listen to his laughter peter out. "There you are."

Valko rocks his hips once, testing, and when you do no more than punch out a tiny exhale, he does it again. And again. Rocking into your tight heat just enough to drive you insane. Just enough to drive him insane if his noises are anything to go by, too. These pained, throaty whines, tangled in gasps, serve only to set your nerves alight. For someone so big and imposing, the muted desperation in his voice is enough to have your hips twitching again.

"God, you feel so—"

You clench around him and he rewards you for it, a drawn-out whine echoing in the quiet of the forest.

"Pup— 'm gonna—"

Valko fucks inside you once, twice, bares his teeth to the softness of your neck. You drag your nails down his scalp and wrap your fingers around his nape, thumbs brushing the corner of his jaw.

"—closecloseclose—"

You lift his face and press your lips together. All it takes is a comforting whine, a melding of the words you cannot find into baseless sound, and Valko is cumming. Pouring his heat into your mouth, your cunt, warm spurts of cum filling you up.

There's no wrongness to be found.

No gut feeling to swoop your high away. Only a deep-seated satisfaction that you're safe, cared for. That right now, nothing could matter more than the man trapped inside you. You part your lips wider and lick into his mouth, happily swallowing his flustered sounds as he rides out his orgasm—hips twitching abortedly into your heat.

Peaceful, you would call it, despite how laughable the notion is—being split open on a werewolf's cock and finding the peace you've been searching for your entire life.

Then, he slumps atop you, deadweight. Head dropping into the ground above your shoulder as he lowers your body, none-too-gently, back down to the forest floor.

"Oof— Valko, I can't— breathe," you wheeze when the weight of him settles over you like an anvil, palms slapping his back uselessly.

He grunts, an ear-flick indicating that he hears you. But he doesn't move.

"Valko!"

A sigh—long-suffering, which you don't quite understand when he's only had to suffer through your presence all of a whopping hour since you met him.

Tucking a hand above your ass to keep his cock lodged inside you, Valko rolls onto his back with little fanfare. You make a startled noise and prop yourself up before you can crush him, wincing at the burn of arousal making itself known. You would let him fuck you again if he wanted. You refuse to say as much, though.

Valko whines in discontent, and a big arm wraps around your waist to coax you downwards. You settle without a fuss, pressing a cheek into the hollow of his throat.

"Good," he mumbles quietly, a big hand petting down the length of your spine.

Shivers break out across your skin at the sensation, and you melt into a languid mess atop his chest between one heartbeat and the next. You don't know why. There's no reasonable explanation for the serenity being housed in your ribs, but it is there all the same.

You shift slightly before finding your voice.

"I don't think my landlord allows wolves," you say quietly, a fingertip tracing inane patterns on his chest.

Valko laughs, the slow rise and fall of his chest becoming an earthquake beneath your touch.

"I promise they won't even know I'm there," he eventually says, with only the lingering traces of amusement to be found in his voice. A palm squeezes your nape.

You scoff, disbelieving. While the forest was convenient for his little werewolf fuckfest, you're not confident your apartment is insulated for such endeavours. Valko crowds you tighter, like he senses your thoughts and is offended by them.

A heartbeat later: "How long are we stuck like this for?"

Valko hums, thinking. Gives a small shrug. Leans forward to inhale a deep lungful of you behind your ear before replying, "About thirty minutes."

You try to sit up. "Thirty minutes?!"

Pressing you back down easily, Valko doesn't even bother opening his eyes. "Gotta wait for it to take."

In all fairness, you don't put up much of a fight.

"For it to…?" you mouth silently, eyebrows furrowed.

Then, a lightbulb.

Oh.

Oh.

Arousal rushes to meet you with all the force of a brick wall going g-force, and you wrinkle your nose, feigning nonchalance despite the waver which threatens your credibility. Werewolves can't smell emotions, right? "You're disgusting."

Valko laughs, and you shake with it. "Whatever you say, pup."

Lying back on his chest, you bite the inside of your cheek and let your mind drift.

Do humans feel it too? you wonder. Their fated mate?

But the answer is painfully clear—past those layers, stripped back by Valko with all the ease of a scythe slicing through reeds, and past the unfettering drum of your pulse.

Your heart belongs to Valko.

And maybe it always has. Long, long before the world decided it was time for the two of you to meet. So, you bury your head deeper underneath Valko's chin, slotting into him like a missing puzzle piece, and exist within the forest's song.

Together, at last.

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[ladyjade]

୭⋆˚⊹𐂯 #FERAL BEAST 1N Y0UR AREA !! ‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ SYNOPSIS once in a while, your dear boyfriend goes through an intensive rut— all of a sudden you are the only cure to the pain he’s feeling!

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ GENRE smut, porn with little plot ‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ INCLUDES Valko

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | pwlp | hybrid AU | wolf hybrid | feral Valko | mating press | piv | implied creampies | dirty talk | unprotected sex | breeding | mention of blood 

At the start of the month it was almost completely unnoticeable, subtle. . but that sweet and slightly frustrating heat in his lower stomach was only intensifying by every passing day. Valko’s already sensitive senses were heightened even further than before; the sweet and addictive scent of your pheromones, the gentle touch of you when you lightly caressed his arms, and even the mere split second where he sees you has become far too dangerously intoxicating. Here you are, peacefully relaxing into his side while scrolling on your phone— and yet, he’s salivating like a feral dog, burying his face deeper into your hair to greedily inhale and exhale your suffocating scent, eyes blown wide with hunger and lust. . hunger to completely eat you up.

“Ohgod—! Valko —mmhp. . I- I need a break!” You hiccup out through loud wails and breathless moans, shivering and trembling widely from the overwhelming pleasure Valko has bringing for hours after hours. 

Your voice is completely battered and high pitched from how much you’ve been screaming in ecstasy every time Valko forces his thick cock into your drooling hole, pushing you over the edge over and over until he’s reduced you into a babbling mess. Godd. . how long has it been since your boyfriend trapped you on the bed?

Keeping you immobilized in the meanest mating press, rough hands splayed on the underside of your soft thighs— forcing your thighs to stay glued to your plump chest.  

“G- god. . you feel sooo good ‘round me—! This pussy is just so —nghh, t- tight ‘n. . hckk— wet” Valko stutters out, shameless with his words. 

“Needa’ f- fill you up —fuckk! wanna’ -haaah ohfuck, wa- wanna fill you up till your dripping m- my cum out, baby” he pants out between groans of your name and breathless whimpers, his terry digging into his bottom lip till scarlet trickles from the small punctures. 

With a broken, whiney voice, you loudly squeal out his name— tears trickling down your flushed cheek as fresh tears waters in your glossy eyes. When he leans down to be closer to your exhausted body, the angle only has his thick cock sinking even deeper into your creamy pussy. . eliciting a sweet wail, your body uselessly writhing. That hungry mouth of Valko’s finds itself suckling on the exposed and sensitive skin of your neck, tongue dragging along your sweaty skin. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw and swollen velvety walls, his thick cum pours down the delightful curve of your ass. . staining the messy fabric below. Needily, Valko suckles the skin of your neck aggressively, a wet pop filling the room when he pulls away to admire the pretty mark he left. Your flavor; sweet, inviting, and addictive lingers on his tongue, cock bobbing in your gooey, white- covered walls.

“N- noo — mmhp! ne- need more of this sweet, baby!” Valko whines out pathetically, his grip tightening on your poor thighs— surely there will be a bruise on your tender flesh. 

The thickened knot at the base of his cock pulses widely, kissing at your swollen pussy lips with every mean thrust. 

“Valko—!” You gasp out, shivering violently when his lips find your sweet spot on your neck, submitting to his own instincts. . those sharp canines of his drag along your poor skin until you conceive his mark.

Your velvet walls convulse and squeeze so tightly around his cock, a lewd squeal torn from you when your pussy erotically sprays your juices on Valko’s abdomen. He tears a whiney shriek from you when one of his hands slides from your thighs to rub firmly and roughly at your swollen clit— groaning in pure delight when more jets of your juices sprays from your over sensitive cunt.

“Nnngh—. . ohfuckk! H- haah, ca- can’t take it! Too much—!” You moan out, throwing your head against the pillow, hair sprawled out. 

“C’monn, le- lef me —nghh fuckfuckfuck. . fill you with my pups, baby” He groans out in a primal tone, cock twitching and drooling thick beads of precum in your walls.

He’s soo close, knot throbbing painfully as it begs to be buried deep in your creamy pussy. You barely manage to arch your back, shouting out his and when your cunt is stretched out by the thick swell of his knot. Valko whines, drool seeping from his lips to drip on your neck as his knot slowly and slowly spreads your hole wider to accommodate the extra stretch. 

It slips in with an obscure and loud squealchh, eliciting loud moans from both of you as it just presses deeper and deeper into your poor pussy. Valko opens his mouth wide, groaning as he bites at your neck, sharp teeth piercing into your until blood seeps from the small punctures. . his tongue smoothing the aching area— you let out an ear piercing scream, sobbing as you feel his wet tongue smearing against your sensitive skin.

“Haaah—! Ohfuckfuckfuck! V- Valko. . hckk” You wail out, a new batch of fat tears pouring from your glossy eye as your hole lewdly slurps his knot until it is seated deep in your cunt.

“Ju- just like thatt. . nnghh— y- you take me soo well—!” Valko whines out, closing his eyes tightly, shoving his nose into your hair to sniff up your delicious scent while his tail wags fastly. 

Valko’s balls twitch and tighten as thick ropes of his cum shoot deep into your spasming hole— your belly bloated from how much he’s been filling you up. Your pussy throbs and aches, a small ring of cum forming around his base, his balls throbbing against your ass as his cock throbs. . shooting more and more cum into your sloppy hole. And with his knot stuck and plunging your cunt, your trembling and whining from the fullness— not knowing what to do with yourself.  

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[totallynotashieldagent]

This is for the Birthday Event. Valko with "I thought about right now maybe a thousand times over." and then smut of your choice.

Also, thanks for keeping him alive. I miss my wolf boy and you write him so well.

girl I'm so fucking devastated 😭😭😭 I love me a wolfboy and they shot him 57 times for WHAT 😭😭 anyway- thank u for joining the birthday event!!!

Birthday Month Event <33

Valko couldn't believe it. He genuinely couldn't wrap his head around that what was happening, was finally happening.

You. In his house. Against his walls. Against him.

"You wanna stop?" You asked breathlessly.

His hands were on your hips, his lips were kiss swollen and he seemed to be somewhere else entirely. He shook his head quickly.

"No- Sorry- I just- I can't believe you're here." He whispered, mouth dragging against your neck, "I thought about right now maybe a thousand times over-" He took a deep inhale of your scent that was now mixed in with his. "God- I prayed for this-"

You whined his name but he was already going down on his knees.

"You smell so good..." He purred, "Let me have a taste, please?"

You nodded shakily, your legs barely keeping you up, knees buckling so easily because of how he was looking up at you. His smiled at you, carefully, pulling your panties down your legs and his head disappearing under your dress.

He hoisted you up and you gasped, hands scrambling to hold onto something. Your legs were on his shoulders, your back against the wall as he held you up. You couldn't see him so when the first lick came, you whimpered.

"I kept thinking- Wondering-" He licked with determination, "What you'd taste like. Nothing I imagined ever came close to this-"

"Fuck-" You pulled your dress up enough to be to see him.

His eyes were black with want. He growled against your pussy and yoru eyes fluttered close. His tongue was so thick and warm- Licking thick stripes through your folds. Your legs squeezed at his head and then he swirled his tongue around your clit. You squeaked and he chuckled, the vibrations adding to the sensations.

"That's it-" He encouraged you, "Want to taste your cum. Please." He moaned, "Want your scent covering me."

You nodded shamelessly- You could hear his tail thumping against the floor in excitement. The way his tongue was moving was sinful. Swirling at your clit then fucking your hole that was wantingly clenching for more than just this.

"Gonna soak my face, baby?" He widened his mouth and covered your pussy as his tongue played around.

You cried out in overwhelming pleasure. You could feel his fangs digging in the skin but the sharp pinch was dulled out by how his tongue was making your quiver.

Your hands tightened in his hair, pulling without thinking. His cock was painfully hard in his jeans. He couldn't wait to fuck you after this. Fill you up and knot you.

You felt the pressure building more and more and more-

"Wait-" You began but his pace was relentless and the damn broke. You gasped for his, choking on his name, and cumming hard enough to soak his chin.

Greedily, Valko lapped it all up like the thirsty dog he was. Licking slower and slower until you came down from your high. He pulled away gently and set you down but still held you from the back of your thighs so you didn't tumble.

He sat back on his haunches and looked up at you like you'd painted the night sky. His mouth and chin glistening with your cum. He swirled his tongue over his mouth and chin, tasting you on his skin once more.

"That was-" You tried but he just smiled.

"Just our night beginning." He stood up and pulled you over his shoulder, stalking to the bedroom.

[ladyjade]

Saw you rarely get Rafayel requests?? 👀

Rafayel girlie here humbly requesting a breeding/rut fic with Mermaid!Rafayel whenever it might suit your fancy please

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ꕀ⋆｡.ೃ࿔* — SYNOPSIS Fucking your monster boyfriend is already a hassle for your human body, taking two dicks isn’t a small y’know! Who was going to tell you that he can go through a rut, wanted to breed the fuck out of your pussy until it spills out?! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

ꕀ⋆｡.ೃ࿔* — GENRE smut, porn with little plot

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「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 MAMAS BACK, that’s right, I’m finally back<3! I’m so sorry I was not posting/ updating for a good week, mama was busy hyper-fixating on tenna from delturne😽😩😝I WILL KEEP WRITING FOR LADS, ESPECIALLY SINCE YA’LL GOT ME TO 4.6K FOLLOWERS WTF(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

The last rays of the sun’s golden glow have long disappeared beneath the horizon, in its wake scattered, beautiful, dim stars that decorated the bluish purple sky. There were multiple things you could smell, none overpowering each other, all balanced equally. A mixture of salty water, the subtle smell of damp sand, and the faint smell of cooking fish coming from afar. 

There is a soft, cool, salty breeze that dances against your exposed skin, it carries the subtle scent of a distant wood burning, likely firewood a fisher spotted during the sun’s reign. The beach was not inhabited by only marine life, some money deprived fishers that came from the village further into the island would often visit this same beach to make quick profit off the ocean’s creatures, some over settling a shabby home further up the coast. 

There is a pleasant feeling in the air now, the beach rather empty, It’s silent. . but not by nature’s own melody. 

Waves roll in with a steady, soft, deliberate, yet an unpredictable rhythm. The cool water lets out a soft hiss as they gently kiss the shoreline, dragging sand and pretty seashells with it as it reluctantly retracts back, soon to crash back against the sandy ground soon later. You can hear the waves crashing frequently against the dull rocks that emerge out of the water, some of the cool splashes into the cave you’re hiding in, playfully licking at your leg, covering your skin in salty water. 

Almost silent, there is a soft muffled buzzing sound of a motorboat gliding through the dark, nearly pitch black, sea. The only source of light for the fisher is the soft, warm glow of their lamp resting beside them and the moon casting a silver sheen on the ocean’s surface. It’s peacefully quiet. . 

Well, except the breathless moans and quiet gasps that fill the cave that’s further down the beach, a small entrance that leads into a spacious cave. Your soft sounds of pleasure fills the cave, echoing through the spacious cavern, your voice bouncing off the stone walls. 

“Hah. . R- Raf” In that sweet angelic voice of yours, you quietly moan out his name, sending a delightful shiver through his larger form, eliciting a deep purr from your merman lover. 

Rafayel’s lower half is completely submerged beneath the dark water’s surface, however, you can barely make out the sight of small rigid, colorful, iridescent scales that grow out on his large tail. Your legs are dipped into the cool, salty water. With every gentle sway of his tail in the water, it would create small ripples in the water, causing some to splash onto your thigh. 

He’d even teasingly sway his tail just so the very tip of his tail, where it was thinner and fragile, would gently glide against your warm skin. With the water rippling, occasionally the dull colored gold jewelry wrapped loosely around his waist would brush against your leg, it was freezing cold, causing a light shiver to coarse through your body. 

“Haah. .” A breathless, shaky sigh pushes past your lips.

Through hooded and hungry clouded eyes, pretty bluish pink, ogle at your bare and nude form rested comfortably, if lying on stone can be comfy, against the cool stone ground beneath you. They savor and engrave the tantalizing and divine image of you like this: cheeks dusted in pinkish red, swollen lips smeared in your spit, unmarked neck, mounds resting against your chest, nipples perky in the cool air, stomach plush and squishy, and the lewd view of your wet pussy dripping onto the surface below. The sight of you. . it sends a wave of heat through Rafayel’s body, washing over him, the warmth pools down to his lower half where his large tail meets his pale skin. 

“My pearl. .” Rafayel’s voice is shaky, ragged, and sultry.

He takes a deep breath of the air, letting out a gruff groan, a shiver crossing through his body halfway through his exhale. The scent of you invaded his senses, it’s in the air, it’s everywhere. If he was a feral beast like certain humans, he would have already pounced on your vulnerable form. Even through the thick haze of his rut, Rafayel is not a beast, he refuses to use you as a tool for his pleasure.

You’re his mate. You are just so cute and kind to reassure Rafayel that you can aid him during his rut! How could he ever deny your kindness?

“I can no longer bear to see such a beautiful. . precious neck” He murmurs under his breath quietly, cold to the touch, large webbed hand reaching out to cup your cheek tenderly. 

“. . such as yours, my bride” Rafayel utters, unhurriedly, he tilted your head to the side, exposing your unmarked neck to his hungry and desperate gaze. 

Oh, Rafayel’s practically salivating at the thought of being able to sink his sharp teeth into your soft skin. He wants to hear your loud gasp melt into a moan, feel you tremble in his arms, taste the small droplets of your blood that seeps from his mark. 

“perfect, flawless even. .” He whispers to himself, a clawed finger grazing the skin of your neck. 

“. . go unmarked, claimed by me” Rafayel groans out possessively, his eyes dilating. 

There’s an overwhelming instinct in him that burns and trembles, there’s only one thought that can form in his rut-stricken head, the urge to mark you. Lemurians are quite territorial and protective of their mates. Rafayel needs to leave his mark all over your body, he’ll die if he doesn’t get to see you wear his mark! 

“Please . . my bride-“ He sighs out, his long purplish blue tongue poking out from his mouth to lap at his lips, you can feel his intense gaze directed towards your neck. 

Rafayel is begging. . no, he’s whining for you to let him make your pretty neck. For a merman who’s releasing with such an intensive rut, practically grinding against your leg to relieve that urge in him, he’s intent on not acting like a feral beast. He’s whimpering, but he dares not to move an inch until you let him. 

“Mmh hm, yes. . please mark me” You encourage his desires, tilting your head further to the side to give him enough room, missing the way he quietly speaks lemurian under his breath. 

Your voice, how angelic it sounded, it was enough to send him into a frenzy. Rafayel didn’t even hear what you said, this heat has made him feel lightheaded.

“Rafayel. .” In a barely audible voice, you whisper his name. 

Rafayel shattered. That little restraint he held onto is gone. You can’t just whisper his name like that, you know the effect you have on him, you’re cruel! 

He eagerly inches closer to you, comfortably settled between your parted thighs. Some of the long strands of hair that were sticking onto his back slowly slid down onto his pale shoulder, tickling your chest. The webbed hand on your cheek uses its thumb to rub your fragile skin gently, although Rafayel is in a phase, he’s aware how sharp his claws can be.

One wrong move and he could accidentally poke your cheek too hard, or worse, your eyes. Rafayel’s other cool webbed hand finds purchase on your squishy thighs loosely, his touch dragging up to hold your hips in a gentle grip.

You’re so different compared to Rafayel, you two fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Although he’s rather large compared to you, easily towering over you, his skin is freezing cold, it’s evident he dwells in the deeper parts of the ocean. On the contrary, your human body seems to only run warm, you’re so full of life compared to him. 

Perhaps that’s why an instance started to develop abruptly, an instinct to always wanting to touch your skin, even if it’s a slender finger. The feeling of your warm skin against him will always summon a delighted purr or chirp from Rafayel, he loves your warmth. When his skin seems sickly pale, though he’s just naturally pale, nearly translucent, deprived of sunlight since it’s unable to reach into the depth of the ocean. 

Yours glow, the shade of your skin is gorgeous, it’s quite obvious that your skin has been kissed by light.

“Mmh. . y- you’re so cruel. Must you be so. . enchanting?” Rafayel murmurs under his breath, eyes glistening with tears, small pearls already starting to form.

“I’m a poor merman captivated by your beauty. .” He whines out, bottom lip pushed out slightly as he pouts, unconsciously, his shape claws dig into your hips.

As he leans close to your neck, the soaked, long, purple strands of his hair slowly fall onto your shoulder and back, sticking onto your skin from how wet they were. Rafayel takes deep breathes of air, breathing out, his warm breath fanning onto your exposed neck. A pleased and teasing smile forms on his face seeing goosebumps bloom on your neck, the soft gasp you let out was satisfying to hear. 

“R- rafayel. .” You murmur his names out quietly, your fingers finding purchase on his hair, gliding through his scalp, untangling any knots you stumble across. 

Instead of delving in with an overwhelming amount of hunger, instead of letting the Lemurian instinct control him, Rafayel takes his time. He’s slow, sensual, gently licking and lapping at your neck with the tip of his tongue. He’s in heaven, getting a delicious taste of your skin, getting to inhale your natural scent. 

And fuck, getting to taste and smell you makes his cocks twitch in it’s protective cover, a small slit centered on the forefront of his tail. A shiver courses through his body, arousal dribbles from the slit centered between his pale skin and his tail, the scales there are sticky, smiley, and softer than the other rigid plates that stick from his skin. Rafayel’s tongue is unlike anything you’ve ever seen, it’s wet, thick, and very long. 

He flattens his tongue against your neck, slowly dragging the appendage further up your neck, leaving your skin glistening with saliva. Each time Rafayel laps at your skin, his spit would trickle down the curve of your shoulder. You’d let out small moans Everytime his tongue would brush against your pulse point, whining when he replaced his tongue with his mouth just to press wet kisses against your neck. 

“Hng. . you taste soo fucking-“ Rafayel breathes out between his own shameful whimpers and sighs, his breath tickling your skin.

“- delicious. . my pearl, ‘m addicted” After each word he places a tender kiss onto your neck, a soft mwah filling the cave.

Rafayel slots his lips against your pulse point, sloppily kissing your skin, hooked on the taste of your skin and your scent clouding his mind. Sharp teeth gently scratches at your skin, almost teasingly, the gentleness is only for a mere second. Sharp teeth sinks into the skin of your neck, eliciting a yelp of pain from you. 

“Huh. . ah-! Fuck! R- raf, give me a warning n- next time!” You squeal loudly, ignoring the urge to squirm away as his tongue licks at your flesh. 

You tremble lightly, brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip trembling as you bite back the pained whimper that tries to leave you. 

“Mmh. . hng” Rafayel moans against your neck, voice muffled by your skin, he nuzzles himself closer into the crook of your neck. 

“Mmhp, ‘m sorry. .” He mutters, whimpering in delight when small droplets of your blood dribble from the small punctures, filling his mouth with your addictive taste. 

He seemingly is unable to tear his hungry mouth away from your neck, only licking and lapping the blood of your skin mindlessly. A drop of your blood tries to trickle down the curve of your shoulder, before it has the chance, Rafayel’s tongue is quickly licking the drop up. He can’t let it go to waste. 

His mouth leaves your neck, panting and breathing heavily against your skin. There’s a possessive glint in his eyes when he sees his teeth imprint on your skin, pressing a tender kiss to the blooming mark. He flattens his tongue against your skin, dragging it up to ensure any blood that pours out gets licked up. 

“Ohgod. . fuck-“ You whimper softly, unknowingly tugging on the purple strands caught between your fingers, earning yourself a sultry whine. 

“Hnng, f- fuck that hurts. . your teeth are sharp” You breathe out, your fingers digging into his scalp, scratching gently, summing a delighted deep purr from the merman. 

You let out a soft hiss of pain, your body tensing up abruptly. Fat tears prickle in the corner of your eyes when you feel the familiar pain of being bitten, those teeth of his digging into your shoulder this time. More droplets of blood bead from the puncture, Rafayel hungrily laps at your skin. 

You’re abruptly aware of the sudden sticky and wet feeling on your neck, his spit coating your skin in a layer. Rafayel presses two kisses, one of the blooming mark on your neck, the other one on your shoulder. He mumbles lemurian to himself, chirping and purring at seeing hickeys on you.  

Rafayel is not done with you, not until your whole neck is covered in his love bites, spit, and small bruises. Unsatisfied, he tilts your head to the side again, exposing the unmarked side of your neck. 

“And yet. . you call me the overdramatic one, cutie” Rafayel teases you, humming quietly to himself as he delicately traces a faded away mark on your neck with his claws, eyeing one of his marks that seemed to fade away after time. 

“Mmh hm. . didn’t you leap into my arms when an adorable cat walked up to us?” You scoff, stifling your laugh at seeing that offended expression on his face. 

“My bride! Why are you praising those monsters?” He whines, there is a subtle tone in his voice, possessive.

“And. . you’re the one who dragged me into the ocean to. . claim me. You even said you’d die if you didn’t have me in your arms!” You recall, moaning softly when he presses an open mouthed kiss to your neck.

“Hm. . you might have dreamed that, cutie” Rafayel says, greedily lapping at your neck. 

This isn’t the first time he has left one of his marks behind on your skin, whether it’s your neck, thighs, or even your arm. Rafayel had to leave his mark, it’s in Lemurian’s nature to make their mate. He drags his tongue against your neck, you shudder while letting out a groan, the wet feeling of his drool on your meek was unfamiliar. 

Rafayel buries his head back into the crook of your neck, sucking your skin into his needy mouth, leaving a small bruise. You taste so addictive, being drowned in your scent and taste is heaven for him. Could you blame those poor captivated merman, who’s going through such an intensive rut, if he gets excited and his twin cocks push out from its slit?

He pulls away from your neck, tracing the fresh mark on your neck happily, letting out a raspy chirp of joy. Abruptly, Rafayel lets out a loud groan, burying his head back into the nook of your neck, nose pressed firmly against your neck. An intense shutter courses through his body as he sloppily laps at your neck, his tail swaying in the water faster, the water splashing onto your thighs. 

When Rafayel lifts his head from your neck, his eyes are hooded and clouded with desire and need. His webbed hands reach for your fat thighs, fondling and squishing the soft chub as he pushes your thighs further apart. It looks like he’s losing the war against his heat. 

“Fuck. . I think I may d- die, my bride” He gulps, eyeing you intensely. 

“. . I just need more, more, and more of you” Rafayel whimpers, claws digging into the fat of your thighs. 

The cave is filled with only your scent, it lingers in the air like an aphrodisiac cloud, tempting him for more of you. With your thighs parted wider he can smell your arousal, it’s overwhelmingly sweet. Rafayel pants, your cunt so looks fucking preyyy, hole oozing and gushing out your arousal, clit puffy and engorged. 

Rafayel needs a taste. . he needs to satisfy that hunger in him. He needs anything, anything to ease the intense heat in his body. 

“Rafayel. . I need more of you” you whisper.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer. . just fuck me alreadly” you click your tongue, swatting away the hands that holds your thighs tightly. 

“My pearl, I must prepare you-“ He pouts. 

Silently, your gaze flickers between the pouty face he sends you and his cocks that're no longer in its protective slit. So much precum dribbles out of the angered red, well actually blue, tip of his cock. They’re swollen and fat, throbbing and twitching in the air, each time they twitch Rafayel will let out a hiss of pleasure.  

“Just one taste, my bride. .” Rafayel murmurs, the hands on your thighs slowly sliding underneath your body.

“Haah. . fine” you breathe out, cheeks dusted pinkish red.

He lets out a raspy chirp, fingers digging into the globe of your ass, lifting you off the cold stone ground, holding your lower half in the air. Rafayel eagerly drags you closer and closer to his hungry mouth until your pussy is practically pressed against his mouth, your thighs placed over his broad shoulders. His tongue delves between your sticky folds, licking up and down in a slow pace, licking up your gushing arousal. 

“Mmhp!” He moans in delight, the flavor was so good, he needs more. 

He flattens his tongue against your pussy, dragging his tongue through your folds, collecting your arousal that coats your pussy. His tongue slides against your puffy clit, soaked of pleasure coursing through your body, each lap at your clit only makes your pussy gush more arousal, you’re getting even wetter. You moan softly, your fingers instantly finding purchase on his hair. 

“Hng. . f- feels good” you breathe out, jaw agape, lips coating in your spit. 

Rafayel lets out a whimper when you tug his hair, he has always been sensitive when it comes to his hair, beads of tears forming in the corner of his eyes. However, it felt weirdly good when you pulled, he liked it. His lips are sealed around your clit, engulfing the bud in the warmth of his mouth. 

He slurps at your engorged clif while his tongue flicks at the bud, earning himself a choked moan from you. You’re struggling to stifle your loud moans, what if someone ends up hearing you? Rafayel doesn’t seem to mind as he’s too drunk of your juices, dragging his tongue through your folds to find your gummy entrance, the tip of his tongue swirling around your hole to lick up any of your arousal. 

“Ohgod. . y- you just taste so delicious, my bride” Rafayel whispers against your cunt, voice muffled by the fat of your mound. 

“R- rafayel. . haah!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back as silent scream escapes you when the tip of his tongue plunges into your velvety walls. 

The obscure, wet squelching sound your pussy made was loud and nasty. The wet appendage pushes deeper into your gooey walls, stretching your walls as Rafayel’s long tongue disappears into your cunt. The taste of your arousal is stronger, he’s eagerly swirling his tongue in the walls of your pussy to coax you to gush out more of your juices, needing your flavour to be permanent on his tongue. 

Rafyale’s nose is pressed firmly against your puffy clit, it’s the perfect amount of pressure to make your thighs twitch and summon a choked moan. A loud, wet pop can be heard as his long tongue retracts from your spasming cunt, your hole fluttering around nothing, missing the stretch of his tongue, you whine. His mouth quickly finds your engorged clit, unable to keep his mouth occupied for too long. 

He slots his lips against the bud, sucking harshly, hollowing his cheek as he shakes his head side to side slowly. The wet slurping sound echoes through the cave, the loud sound meeting your ear, you flush in embarrassment. 

“ohfuck. . I need more of your sweet n- nectar, my pearl. .” He says through ragged breaths for air, barely focusing on breathing, instead he’s focused on lapping at your drooling pussy. 

“Fu- fuck! Oh god. . feels too good” you whine, thighs jolting and twitching lightly from the overwhelming stimulation. 

Rafayel drags his tongue back down to your needy hole, tongue easily sliding into your oozy cunt. The stretch of your walls is delightful, summoning a loud wail of pleasure from you. Your body convulses in his arms, your fingers tugging on his hair again. 

“Oooh hah-! Hng! Rafayel, Rafayel!” Your mewl, barely able to speak anything coherent besides babbles of nonsense. 

“G- gonna. .!” You gasp for breath, chest flooding by falling rapidly. 

For a split second, you swear, you can see stars, white clouding your vision. Your lips part as you scream Rafayel’s name. 

“Oooh fuck. . rafayel! ‘m cumming! cumming. .” You wail, a loud, lewd moan leaving you as you cum hard around his tongue.  

“Mmhp” Rafayel moans in approval, his nails digging into the fat of your ass, drawing blood from your flesh. 

Uncontrollably, you shiver and shudder in his hands. You helplessly gush around his tongue, blaring the appendage with your sticky cum. Rafayel let’s put a raspy purr against your pussy, sending vibrations through your twitching body. 

Rafayel’s tongue delves between your folds, dragging his tongue against your cunt to clean up your sticky pussy. You shiver intensely, overstimulation creeping up, your thighs unconsciously snapping shut, caging his head between your fat thighs. He feels you squeeze your thighs tighter around his head, unbothered, he leisurely laps at your twitching pussy. 

“Ngh! N- no more” you sob, your palm pressed firmly against his head, trying to push him away from your sensitive cunt.

Rafayel whimpers softly, refusing to tear his lips away from your sopping pussy, he’s not done with tasting you! He slowly drags his tongue back and forth through your folds, reluctantly pulling his head from between your thighs. He gently lays your bottom half back onto the ground, your sweaty, warm skin touching the cold surface.

Not only has he made a mess of you, but also himself. While your pussy is fluttering around nothing, his chin is soaked in your cum, glistening. With lust clouded eyes, Rafayel stares at you trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling erratically. 

He eyes your chest, webbed hands grabbing at your boobs. His thumb rubs your stiff nipple, his tongue running over his lips as he salivates. 

“Pretty. . “ he murmurs, lifting his lower half out of the dark ocean water. 

“Y- you taste better than. . anything I’ve ever -haah. . had” Rafayel breathes out, his voice shaky and sultry.  

He leans over your body, his twin cocks slapping against your plush stomach. They’re twitching, throbbing, leaking so much precum onto your hot skin. Rafayel lets out a groan when they throb, burying his face in your heavy tits. 

The wet tongue of his drags against the valley between your tits, coating your skin in his salvia. Rafayel pulls away from your chest, a cool hand squeezing the mound of your left boob. He rolls his hips, grinding his fat cocks against your stomach. 

The smaller one, that’s still big for a human, appears to have a more human appearance to it, except the color and how much precum leaks from the cock head. While the large one has a less normal appearance, small ridges and veins on the shaft, its color mostly blue but the bulbous tip is bluish purple, drooling so much sticky precum onto your belly. Rafayel retracts his hips back, his cocks gliding against your sweaty skin, leaving beads of precum on your flushed skin.  

“Haah. . fuck” He whines, pressing his larger cock agaisnt your sopping folds. 

Rafayel rubs his cock through your sticky folds, coating his cock in your syrupy juices. He moans your name under his breath, his tip pressing against your puffy clit with each grind. His brows furrows, whimpering quietly. 

“Hng. . c- can’t hold back anymore. . need to feel you -mmhp. . ‘round me, my bride” Rafayel pants, pressing his thick cock against your spasming, tight hole. 

“Haah. .” You sigh, holding yourself up with your arms, peering down between your thighs to see his cock throb. 

You gulp, he’s so big, can he even fit inside you? Rafayel’s bulbous tip presses against your fluttering hole, smearing precum against your cunt. Wrapping his fingers around the base around one of his cocks, he drags his drool tip to your sopping folds, drawing small circles on your clit. 

After Rafayel is finally done rubbing small, tantalizing circles onto your clit, he guides his throbbing tip to your fluttering pussy, aligning himself. You whimper softly, you attempt to wrap your legs around his thick waist, managing to pull him closer to you. 

While doing so, his tip nudges into your cunt slowly, your velvety walls stretching apart to accommodate the big stretch. 

You sob in a broken and ragged voice, eyes glistening with fat tears. You toss your head back, jaw agape as he feeds your hungry pussy with more of his length. Rafayel hisses, he can feel your walls spasming around his cock helplessly, sucking him deeper and deeper into your pussy. 

“Oooh-! S- so big, Hng. .” You let out a strangled moan, a muffled whimper escaping you when his lips slots against yours. 

“Mmhp. .” He groans against your lips, he’s been stretching you out slowly and slowly, only half of his dick is snug in your pussy. 

You already feel full and stuffed, head empty, barely focusing on kissing his lips, uncaring when drool dribbles down your lips. A thin string of spit connects between your lips, soft pants and huffs filling the cave beside the lewd squelching of your cunt. 

“Haah. . f- feels so good. .” you whimper, there’s an intense knot in your stomach, swelling and only tightening. 

Rafayel’s so deep, buried inside your needy cunt, thick bulbous tip firmly pressed against your cervix, pushing tons of his precum against your cervix. The feeling of you wrapped around his cock, velvety walls having a vice grip around him is enough to make him cum so hard. And he wants to cum, his instincts are screaming at him to claim you, breed you full of his cum, get you pregnant. 

He whines softly, webbed hands gripping onto your thighs tightly, thumb pressing into the chin as he holds you still. Rafayel throws his head back at the feeling of your spasming around him, eliciting a choked groan from him. He leans closer to your body, unbeknownst, smushing your legs against your chest, allowing him to reach deeper into your cunt. 

“Hnng-! Oh fuck. .! R- rafayel. .” You mewl, eyes rolling back for a mere second. 

His cock slowly degas through your gooey walls, remerging drenched in your sticky arousal. His other dick grinds against your poor engorged clit, summoning a pornographic moan from you. The wet squelching your pussy made when Rafayel buries his cock back inside of you was wet and embarrassingly loud. 

“Oooh hah. .” You whimper, a blissful expression on your face, cheeks flushed pinkish red, sweat trickling down your forehead. 

At first, he was merely thrusting slowly, stretching your walls apart till he felt you grow more comfortable. But the sounds of you whimpering and moaning his name, arching your back for the ground, unconsciously pushing your boobs into his chest, clawing at his back helplessly, and even fluttering around him so tightly. Rafayel grew needy and impatient, sloppily thrusting in your gushing pussy. 

“Mmph. . ngh, l- love youu. .” Rafayel whimpers, pearls clinging onto his eyes, a soft pout on his face. 

Rafayel snaps against yours, slamming into you with such brutal force, forcing moans and gasps out of you. It felt like heaven to be buried in your warm walls after what felt like months. He’s rutting into you desperately, intent on marking you both inside and outside. 

“Oh god. . my beautiful bride, hng-!” He whimpers, drool seeping out from his lips. 

Your loud moans and whimpering mingles with the obscure wet squelching sound of your pussy, along with the sinful sounds of skin slapping against each other. One hard thrust is enough to elicit a whiney moan from you, your eyes rolled back, you’re seeing stars. Rafaeyl’s other cock is perfectly grinding against your clit, only making you gush out more arousal. 

“M- my, Hng-! Gor- gorgeous pearl. . hah, all mi- mine” Rafayel stutters, unconsciously drooling, the wet feeling dripping onto your burning hot skin. 

Rafayel’s barely managing to get a word out, it’s hard to concentrate on speaking when you’re so tight around him. Your velvety walls are squeezing him so tightly, only summoning feral sounds out of the merman. 

“Haah-! S- so big. .” You mewl, nails digging into the skin of his back, although, it’s not enough to leave a mark behind. 

Through his fucked our haze, he forces himself to stare at you. You look so irresistible right now; eyes glistening with tears, lips glossy from your spit, cheeks flushed, neck marked, boobs and belly jiggling and bouncing with each feral and needy thrust. Rafayel whimpers softly. 

“Mmph hm-! Ooh hah- it’s too much!” You sob, squirming and writhing from the intense pleasure. 

“Rafayel-!” You squeal his name, summoning an intense shiver to course through him. 

“Haah. . w- wanna make you cum” He breathes out, hips beginning to pick up the pace.  

The sound of skin slapping intensifies, echoing through the cave. Your jaw goes agape, the fast and rough thrusts slowly makes you babble out only incoherent words, your head mush and empty from the pleasure. 

“Wa- want everyone to know -ohfuck! T- that you’re m- mine. . my bride -hah” Rafayel whimpers, cocks throbbing and jolting. 

“M- my wife” He finishes, moaning when you spasm around him.

You sob, throwing your head back and arching your back off the cool ground. You can’t even warn Rafayel that you're about to cum, only moaning and gasping as you gush around his fat dick. A creamy white ring forms around the base of his cock, trickling onto the floor. 

“Oooh-! ohfuck, Raf- Rafayel!” You sob, fat tears dripping down your flushed cheek. 

“pleasepleasepleaseplease-!” Rafayel babbles out, slotting his lips against yours, eagerly, yet sloppy, kissing your lips. 

His body is only moving on pure instinct now, thrusting in your gushing, overstimulated, sopping cunt. The kiss to needy, sloppy, drool seeping from your lips, trickling further down your chin. Rafayel whimpers against your lips, burying himself to the hilt.

You can feel him twitch, throb, and jolt inside your pussy, hot ribbons of cum shooting deep into your cunt. You shiver uncontrollably, a brief uncomfortable feeling of small eggs settling in your womb. 

“Haah. .” You moan softly, noticing the puddle of cum on your stomach. 

“Hnng. . love you, love you” He murmurs, giving a small shallow thrust, his cum spilling from your poor pussy.

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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…

…but his tail never lies.

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When you find him humping a pillow. (VALKO)

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 🧎🏻‍♀️🫣

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[moonlightindeepspace]

I've been drowning in these sheets, feeling lonely, wishing you were here with me...

You're drowning in your own thoughts, but he's never seen you like this before...

Featuring: Valko, gn!reader

Contents: Mentally ill!reader, reader has abandonment issues, new but established relationship, hurt/comfort, lots of wolf cuddles

Wordcount: 1,417

You have a headache.

It's not the most pressing thing on your mind, nor the loudest, but it's the only one you can hold onto with any semblance of stability.

It's the type that aches just behind your eyes—you can't hide it forever, he'll find out eventually—and makes you just want to bury your face in a pillow. Which you've already done, but you—you really think he'll be any different? No one really loves you once they see—shift around and press it deeper anyways, trying to relieve more of the pressure.

It helps, sorta. It lessened the physical pain, if only slightly, but that made room for far worse things to slip into the forefront of your mind.

He loves you now, but it's conditional. It's always conditional. You really think he'll stay after he sees the real you?

You barely even register the whine you let out as you grab a separate pillow and wrap it around your ears; but the barrier can't do anything against the voices inside your head.

You don't believe them. Don't want to believe them.

Your relationship with Valko is new, sure, and yeah, it started out a little rocky. But once you two found your path? He was always stuck to you like glue, whenever possible. It makes your heart swell and ache and do flips all at once. In this moment, you kinda hate it.

Your phone is on the bed, right next to you. You could text him. Should text him, maybe. But you just can't bring yourself too.

He's never seen you like this. Hurting, emotions out of control, brain fighting itself to keep you alive. It wasn't pretty to live, so you can't imagine what it's like to look at. To be around.

You don't want to imagine the look on his face when you tell him you feel unloved, or ignored, or any other thimgs you know aren't rational, how—just like everyone else—he'd take the blame. How it'd be too much for him, and he'd leave.

You were imagining it. You were imagining it and the idea brought you to tears, and it shouldn't. It hadn't happened. You wanted to believe it would never happen.

But do you know that?

And that was the kicker, wasn't it? You didn't know. And that would always be a wrench in whatever minimal comfort you could dredge up in yourself.

You should put on a movie. Play a game. Anything to get this—to get him—out of your head.

Right when one of your hands connects with the sleek plastic of your phone case, you freeze. The balcony door creeeeeks open, and heavy footsteps make their way to the living room.

"Sweetheart? You home today?" Fuck.

You burrow deeper into your pair of pillows. Maybe if you're quiet enough, he'll think you're at work.

You hate that the idea makes tears well up in your eyes.

Somewhere else in the house—the living room, maybe—boots hit the wall with a distinctive thunk. Then the footsteps resume, drifting around to each room and calling out your name. You try your best to pretend you're not there.

He stops in front of your bedroom door. You curl up further into yourself.

"…honey, I can smell you in there." Fuck. Stupid wolf senses. "You…you don't have to let me in, but can you at least say somethin'? Just so I know you're all good?"

You aren't all good. That's the problem. You're in a horrible headspace and he's never really seen how bad it can get, how bad you can get, and you don't want him to. No matter how desperate you are for his arms around you.

There's some shuffling outside the room. A whine that you're praying you imagined. Then the knob turns.

You hadn't bothered to lock it. Maybe you'd been hoping he'd find you.

"…babydoll?" His voice was clearer through the crack, concerned and adoring and dejected all at once. The sound of it crumbles any and all resolve you have left.

"Valko…" his name slips out of your lips in a whimper, and for a moment you're scared he won't hear you.

You shouldn't have been. Those 'stupid wolf senses' come in handy sometimes, too. Within seconds, broad hands connect with your body—roaming, searching, investigating. Checking for injuries.

A laugh bubbles up in your chest, escaping as merely a weak giggle, but you cling to it. To that little bit of warmth and light in the storm around you.

Your body aches as you force it to roll over, reaching up to grab at and pet his ears. "'M not hurt, puppy. Not like that."

Sharp yellow eyes whip around to meet yours, a deep frown lining those handsome features. You don't like the look of that, so you give a good scratch to the point behind his right ear—right where he likes it.

As always, he melts, tilting into your hand as his tail starts to thump on the mattress.

But he fights it off. You watch him do it, watch the way his gaze seems to refocus completely on you. It damn near takes your breath away.

"If you're not hurt…" Suddenly, warm skin presses against your wrist; nuzzling, scenting. "Then what's wrong? 'Cus if you try to tell me you're fine or some shit I will bite you."

Another sound that might've been a laugh escapes your lips as you bring your left hand down to cradle his face. "I…my brain's just really loud." You look down at his hands, still resting on your body even after you'd moved. "And mean. I don't…I don't want the stuff in my head to hurt you." You pull your lip between your teeth. "Or…or scare you."

There's silence for a moment, and then—a scoff. He honest to god scoffs. You feel like you've been dunked in ice water.

It must show, because almost immediately afterwards hands cup your face and turns you to face him—golden eyes wide, anxious. "'M sorry, doll—I wasn't laughing at you. I mean it." Lips press against your forehead. "It's just…the idea that I could ever be scared by you…it's so unimaginable to me. But I shouldn'a scoffed like that." His nose presses into your hair, and you feel the deep inhale he takes. "Forgive me?"

'The idea that I could ever be scared by you…it's unimaginable.'

You press your face into his neck, taking a deep breath of your own to fill your nose with the new-yet-familiar scent of pine and musk and petrichor and home.

"Yeah, I can forgive you." You raise your arms to wrap them around him, pressing as close as you can from your angle. He quickly lays down to accommodate. "I…I don't think it's a good idea to tell you what they're saying, though."

He makes what sounds like a cross between a hum and a chuff, shifting to hold you against his chest. "You mean the bad thoughts?" You nod. "Are they yappin' away right now?" A pause. You let yourself sit in the silence for a moment. Then, you shake your head. "That's all that matters, then. I don't needa know exactly what they're yappin' about, just if they're doing it."

Soft fur tickles your leg as his tail wraps around it, and you can't help the quiet giggle it draws out. Valko makes a satisfied huffing noise in return.

"If they're being quiet now, let 'em be quiet. Enjoy it." You feel his every breath on your scalp, warming you from the top down. "We can cross the bridge of discussing what they're saying when we get there. For now, just tell me if they get loud again, yeah?"

You take a few deep breaths, trying to fight through tears you hadn't even realized were flowing.

"…yeah." The word is quiet, barely above a whisper, but of course; he hears it.

Bulky arms tighten around you, lips pressing against your scalp with firm determination. "Good. Wanna hear a story about my cousins?"

After pretending to think it over for a moment, you give a shy nod. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a dramatically long breath, starting on his tale with reckless abandon.

You just curl further into him, enjoying the way his tail thumps against your leg as it wags.

Yeah…he's not going anywhere.

Taglist: @napforalifetime @sumoisthebestboi @freddy-2002-blog

A/N: Nvm, no break. Only puppy-posting./j

More seriously, it probably will be mostly Valko stuff for a while. I need to fill the the gap the game created for me.

Hopefully the rest of the Valko fans enjoyed this—and were maybe comforted by it. He would never leave us if he had the choice<3

All dividers are made by me and can be found here

[kura-simp]

Valko x GN Reader

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Overprotective Boyfriend, Fluff.

This hasn’t been proof-read, you have been warned

You are working on the computer at the hunter’s association. It’s late at night. You hear the rain pouring down relentlessly, hitting the window. Your keyboard making mechanical clicking sounds clack-clack as you rhythmically press on the keys .

The clock ticks, making you look up to see what time it is. 12 a.m. You sigh as you look back at the glowing computer screen as you return to work.

You had a long mission, almost got killed if it weren’t for a mysterious unknown figure who killed the wonderer. Killing him in one swooping attack and leaving before you can even register what has happened.

Now you are here writing up the report, covered in scars and bandages, feeling mild pain from the injuries. As if the world had not enough of torturing you. You hear taps on the window. You ignore it, thinking you’re hallucinating, as the only thing you’re running on is coffee and maybe the bagel Xavier brought you, worryingly shoving into your arms after you returned from the mission.

The strange thing is that the tapping hasn’t stopped. No…it got only louder and louder.

Tap tap

“Definitely, not hallucinating.” You think as you turn towards the source.

Tap tap

The sound came around the corner, making you stand from your seat, and walking closer, you see a shadow of a human figure.

“What the fuck?” The words slip from your mouth.

You rush towards the window to find your annoying boyfriend, Valko. He’s smirking, leaning his head against his palms. He is wearing his suit and glasses…God, he looks so good. He seems to be carrying a paper bag and holds it up to your face mouthing to open the window. You quickly open the window fully.

You’re dumbfounded as you open your mouth to tell him off but end up not to.

“Do you not know how to use a door?”

Valko laughs, his laugh coming deep from his soul as he lowers the bag so you can see his face. God, you love that laugh. You feel yourself light up just by his presence.

“And what fun would that be? Let me in, dumbass. I’m cold,” he says, making you realise how ridiculous you both look.

You move away as he walks in effortlessly. He turns his body towards you once again as you quickly close the window behind him.

“I been calling you for hours now, it kept sending me back to voicemail that I even went to your house to check up on you but you weren’t there. It made me worry that you haven’t been taking care of yourself”

oh shit…you check your phone to see notifications: 10+ phone calls and 20 messages. All from Valko.

“I had my phone on do not disturb while I worked , sorry” you say, earning yourself a light affectionate flick on the forehead from Valko.

“Okay fine My dear Hunter, why don’t you go and sit down to eat?” you do as he says. You walk over to your desk limping a bit as he follows behind and sits down next to you, hissing in pain as you move in your seat. He look at you with concern but ended up putting the paper bag onto the desk, unpacking the bag. The rich scent of your favourite food fills the room. You just drool at the thought of the taste.

Your stomach rumbles from the suppressed hunger. Betraying you completely. Valko hands you a pair of wooden cutlery. You start eating, the warmth of the food made your body come back to life. Valko meanwhile, is watching you smiling as if he fell in love at first sight. His eyes drift taking in the cuts and bruises all over your body.

“Look at you, so bruised. You should quit being a hunter and work as my secretary” he half seriously joked about as he gently caresses your back with his hand as you eat.

“Quit joking around, you know how much I love being a hunter” you answer in the middle of a bite as you look at him. Clearly he isn’t amused by that answer as he huffs.

“If it weren’t for me, you would have been dead” he whispers, you can clearly hear him. You kind of knew it was him. A smile tugs at your lips.It was clear by the wonderer’s dead body. It had his signature all over it.

After all, at the end of the day. He’s your little overprotective, loving smarty pants.

[navydoves]

Wolfish Loyalty

✎ᝰ : for those who mourn but still hope

“hey,” he pokes your cheek, a pensive tightness tugging on his lips and around his eyes, “what’s wrong? you’ve been buried in my neck for the last half hour like you’re trying to scent me.” the cheeky thought settles in for second before he wolfishly grins. “wait, is that what you’re actually doing? you’re not doing it right. i can teach you how to properly scent someone.”

he pokes your cheek again but only receives a grumble in response from you. the strange, dismissive behavior making his ears twitch in frustration that was directed more at himself than you. he couldn’t sniff out the problem like he usually could and it made him uncomfortable.

“hey, c’mon, why’re you sad? are you... sad? or are you mad at me or something? tell me what i did wrong, i’ll fix it, swear. i just... want to communicate with you. can you give me that?”

the slight desperation in his voice finally gets you to pull back from him which catches the attention of valko’s tail. it subconsciously wags behind him but his outward demeanor stays the same; focused, worried, protective.

“there you are,” he whispers, cupping your warm cheek, “talk to me.”

your hand meets over his, thumb stroking the rather rough skin with a timid tenderness. “valko... are you and i... we’re together, right? you won’t leave or anything? we’re not just like... temporary?”

valko’s expression hardens slightly. admittedly, the way he bit the inside of his lip and stared you down was more cute than intimidating. at least to you, someone you believed to be close to him. hopefully.

“what?” he responds roughly. “why would we be temporary? did i... make you feel like that or something? did i say something?”

“no! no, really,” you chuckle nervously. your neck heats up with embarrassment. “it’s nothing you said or did or anything. i’m just... like this with new relationships. i just need reassurance a lot, i get anxious. my brain keeps trying to convince me you’ll be swept away with work or that we’ll be incompatible and... it won’t work out.”

“well, do you want it to work out?” valko murmurs, unintentionally matching your self-conscious tone.

“yeah, ‘course i do.”

“then it’ll work out. i want it to work out too, yknow? i really like you. i haven’t really felt this way with anyone. i meant it when i said i could tell that...” he trails off and pinks with sudden shyness. the way his tail wagged behind him said more about his feelings for you than his mouth sometimes. “ahem, i could tell that you’re someone really... good for me...”

he wasn’t sure when his gaze locked onto the dresser in the corner of your room, but he risks a glance back from it to your now amused expression.

“you think i’m really good for you?” you repeat with a twitching smile.

“yeah, i do. hey, don’t laugh at me. wolves have great instincts and intuition. i-if i say you’re good for me then you are, i just... want to be good for you too.”

the laugh that comes from you makes his heart flutter in a manner that only happens when he’s with you. you’re proving his point just by being there and you don’t even know it. but it’s when your hand finds the soft fur of his wolfish ears that his chest really melts.

“aww, you are good for me! you’re my good boy,” you tease while scratching him right where you knew he liked it. “who’s a good boy? who’s a good boy? yes, that’s right, it’s you valko!”

from the speed from which his tail wagged, he was surprised he didn’t start levitating off the bed right there. he lets you continue scratching him for an embarrassingly long time before grabbing your wrist and forcing it your hand down.

“hey! i’m not a puppy!” he frowns, but it wasn’t genuine. “it’s like if i picked you up and rocked you like a baby. rude!”

but his empty complaints don’t falter your bright grin. you try to free your hand from his grip, but he was inevitably stronger than you. he forces your hand lower to his lips and freezes you with gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“hey,” he murmurs against your skin. the playful air around him changes into something more tender. you can tell by the way he looks at you through his lashes, like he’s almost silently pleading.

“yeah?”

“whenever you start feeling like that again... like i’m going to leave or we’re not going to work out or whatever else, just come find me. work won’t take me away from you and i won’t let your fears push me away.” he presses another gentle kiss to your knuckles. “i’m serious. i... i think you’re mine, ‘n wolves don’t play around with what’s theirs. wolves always take care of what’s theirs.”

“i’m yours? you’re staking a claim on me already?” you chuckle. slowly, your fingers retract out and find gentle purchase on his cheek. “i promise i’ll come to you if i have any doubts. i promise not to push you away.”

he grins wide, his sharp canines showing. “good. you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me anyway, i’d just come back until you realized we’re supposed to be together. but...”

he leans in and very carefully slots your lips against his. the unsure kiss quickly thaws into a kiss of unspoken words and warm devotion. he pulls back hesitantly and presses his forehead against yours. his voice is a little raspy as it comes out.

“... looks like you already know.”

✎ᝰ .

[spring214]

valko - comfort you can hold

when you're upset, yelling into your boyfriend's tail can be very therapeutic

tags: comfort, fluff, established relationship

a/n: @fakershadz hope you enjoy your request

Valko rubbed the length of your shuddering back with long firm strokes. The sound of muffled cries that had been echoing through the living room was growing softer by the minute.

"You good now, sweets?"

You nodded.

"Do you think you could lift your head now? I miss your face. I wanna see it."

You came out of hiding after a minute, but kept his tail cuddled against your chest. Valko leant over immediately. He scented you, rubbing his chin over the top of your head a couple of times for good measure. Once your scent had sweetened a little, he kissed your forehead, before pulling back and settling beside you.

"You know," he began, lips twitching in amusement, "I thought stroking my tail might comfort you. That's why I dropped it in your lap."

"Oh." Your face coloured with the pretty shade of embarrassment and your hands started moving instantly, running along his tail, fingers smoothing down the tufts of fur.

"The next thing I know," Valko laughed as he continued, "you're screaming into it like a pillow. Whatever works I guess," he shrugged.

"Don't make fun of me!" You pouted and Valko resisted the urge to take your bottom lip between his teeth. Cuteness agression was real thing and Valko had become its biggest victim. "I've been really going through it, you know," you protested.

"I know. Well, I got the gist between all the shouting and the yelling." He chuckled some more as you swatted at his ears. Then he sighed. "I wish I could engineer a solution for that though," Valko murmured. "I don't like it when you're upset. It feels wrong. Smells wrong."

You pinched his furrowed brows gently, "Even your brilliant mind can't solve everything," you said, flicking him on the forehead. Ignoring his protests you continued, "you being here with me is more than enough."

The words drew a small smile out of Valko. "Is that so?" he asked softly.

"Mhmm," you affirmed. "And actually, you're right, this is helping," you smiled, tilting your head towards your lap where you continued to stroking his tail gently.

Good, Valko thought, snaking an arm around you and pulling you into side. He sat quietly watching you for a little while before he spoke again.

"You know, when I was younger and wandering through the forest, I used my tail to keep myself warm."

He didn't expect much of a reaction to that, but then your scent changed once again and when he whipped his head around to look at you there were tears in your eyes.

"Gods, Valko," you choked. "That's- I'm-"

"No, no, no love." He shook his head frantically. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I just meant, it's comforting, right?" He cupped your face, squishing your cheeks.

You nodded, and Valko exhaled a relieved sigh.

"Still, I don't like that you had to do that. I don't like the fact that you were alone like that."

"Trust me, the pups do it all the time. And since you're a pup without a tail, you can borrow mine whenever you want, alright?"

"I- Hey," you narrowed your eyes at him, "who are you calling a pup?"

"You, shortstack. Weren't you whining like one just before?" He'd never write off your frustrations so dismissively. You both knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you. And it worked.

You gasped, and Valko couldn't think of anything more puppy-like than you when you practically pounced forward and pushed him down against the sofa pillows. "I was not whining!"

He barked a laugh. "Huh, you even growl like one too."

You huffed and shook your head, turning away from him. Even if you bit down your smile and refused to show him your face Valko knew you felt better.

He rose up abruptly, hands finding your waist, nose finding the column of your neck. The smell of you, pure you, untainted by sadness, had returned. Each inhale eased the tension created by his mate's distress. He could feel it being replaced bit by bit by the warmth filling his chest.

And when he heard you giggle and looked down to find his tail wagging so fast you weren't able to keep ahold of it, the feeling only grew.

[atomics-creations]

Timelessness

LaDS. Valko x Reader

You find Valko crying on your living room couch, leading to a night of both comfort and questions.

1,073 words. fluff, hurt/comfort, domestic bliss, insecurities, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3

a/n: I wrote this as a way to comfort myself amidst the whole Valko situation. I miss him so much, but I truly do think he'll return to us in due time. I hope this comforts anyone who needs it. I love you all <3

dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here

Valko has been restless.

Throughout the night, you watched as he paced around the kitchen with the excuse of “finding a midnight snack,” only to be empty-handed when he joined you on your living room couch. Then, as he held you throughout the duration of the rom-com you wanted to watch, his hand was shaking. Even when you checked on him multiple times and offered to change the film into something he liked, he shook his head with a jittery smile.

Maybe when he joins you in your bedroom, you can figure out what’s going on.

But an hour after you’ve prepared for bed, Valko still isn’t beside you.

It’s unlike him to not join you in bed when he visits. Usually he’s the one to convince you to go to sleep, and when you finally relented, he’d open his arms to welcome cuddles. It’s always warm in his arms, and the sweet nothings Valko would whisper on your head quiets down all the worries you may have carried throughout the day.

So when you’re met with the cool and silence that lingers because of his absence, it feels suffocating to say the least. Your blanket is not nearly as comforting, and your pillow doesn’t carry your worries quite like his words did.

With exhaustion weighing in your bones and concern etched into your heart, you stand up to see where Valko went. Your deepest fear clings onto your soul like a parasite as you search for your wolf — did he wander off into the woods without bringing you with him, never to be seen again?

But your heart calms and panics simultaneously when you see Valko on your couch instead. The TV remains off, and the only noises you can hear are your sharp, nervous breaths and the sniffles he hides behind his hands.

“Valko?”

He looks up in response to your voice, his entire face red and decorated with tears. “Oh, sweetheart. I-”

You immediately sit beside him, wiping his tears before he can get the chance to hide himself again. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I-I’m okay.”

“No.”

It sounds harsh coming out of your lips, and it even makes your boyfriend’s eyes widen a little, but you refuse to let him hide his emotions from you. Nonetheless, you soften its impact by placing kisses all over his tear-stricken face, letting him know that you’re here to help carry the weight of whatever it is he’s shouldering.

“Tell me what happened, my love,” you gently ask, but Valko’s eyes dart down to your shirt as though its design were code he’d love to learn about. The only response you get are his sniffles as his tears fall down to your hands, soft whispers of your name in-between like you’re his salvation.

With every teardrop that falls, a new question appears in your head. Did someone hurt him? Did you hurt him without knowing? Why didn’t you comfort him sooner?

“I…” Valko interrupts your thoughts, but he falls into your embrace before he can finish his sentence. Your questions halt completely, your utmost focus now placed in comforting him.

“Oh, my baby.”

You swear his hold on you tightens hearing that, so you continue to call him all sorts of affectionate names in the same way he does when he’s cuddling you. Darling, my love, honey… hell, even “my wolfie” escapes your lips, earning you a soft but meaningful chuckle from him.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

His ears are down as hesitation turns into a shake of his head.

“That’s okay, my love. I’m…” Tears coat your face as well, but you hide it with a smile he cannot even see. “I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

Valko gasps, pulling away from your embrace just to meet your gaze. His eyes widen again when he sees how much your face mirrors his in terms of melancholy. “Do you mean that?”

You nod with no hesitation. In every life, in every timeline, in every world where he is yours, you will stay by his side until the very end. “Of course.”

“Even when I’m like this?”

You tilt your head in confusion, a habit you’ve gotten from him. “Like what? Like a cutie?”

His gaze is elsewhere, but you notice his cheeks and ears turning a pretty shade of pink. “N-no. Like a… a monster.”

The world outside stops, stunned into the same silence you are. Only one question in your head remains loud enough to drown your shock: Who made him feel that way?

But Valko falls back into your embrace, and all of the words you wanted to say are robbed from you. Whispers of “I love you” coat him warmly, and he even giggles when you lightly poke his ears.

“I love you, my little wolf. Forever and ever.”

Valko meets your gaze once more, bravely asking you questions through his eyes alone. Who could see a monster in a man whose heart is on his sleeve and with loyalty akin to a kindred spirit? Who could see a monster in those eyes that stare at you like sun rays do?

You gently caress his ears again to hear that giggle you love so much. “You’re a cutie, my love. I don’t know who made you feel like you aren't, but they’re wrong.”

“But I’ve… I’ve made a mess in your home-”

“You’ve made my house a home,” you clarify before he can finish talking down to himself. “Picking up Pile It Up blocks and getting hugs from you as I cook is amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“But I look like-”

“Like a cute little wolf,” you say with a smile on your face, rubbing his head of hair. “You’re so handsome, my love.”

And this time, Valko doesn’t say anything. The pink hue on his cheeks that gradually darken speaks for itself.

Your smile widens when you see your victory, and you share it by kissing him again. On his forehead, his cheeks, and especially his lips — no place is left unloved. No part of him is left to wonder whether or not he’s beautiful.

Because in your heart and soul, you know that Valko is the most beautiful person you have ever met.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him. “Don’t disappear on me, yeah?”

Valko smiles, as if to say, Why would I ever do that?

a/n: did y'all like the ending? 🥹

also, "little wolf" is the cutest nickname i've heard for Valko. bittersweet, yes, but sweet all the same

Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)

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[reveries0fmine]

Bad dream — Valko

pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up... cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship wc: 1.5k a/n: yes this is my way of coping Valko masterlist (wip!)

Valko was gone.

He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.

You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore. 

So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.

The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.

Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock. 

But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.

You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand. 

Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.

“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.

You stutter, still shocked. 

“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.

Her property? What the hell was she talking about? 

“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.

You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.

Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.

You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was. 

You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.

She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”

Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”

She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”

The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.

Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice. 

“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”

You hang up before she can finish her sentence. 

You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.

There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone. 

Valko is gone.

Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.

The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating. 

You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath. 

That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?

Your gaze drops down to your right. 

There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.

You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake. 

“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.

But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up. 

Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.

You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.

Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.

But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words. 

His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”

You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.

Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”

Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.

“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.

He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.

“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”

Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths. 

His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.

You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap. 

He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him. 

“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft. 

You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.

“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”

“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.

You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes. 

But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away. 

Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.

He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.

You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.

But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.

His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.

You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.

His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it. 

Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”

He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead. 

“... I love you.” he mutters.

Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.

He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own. 

Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.

[fi1iat3rra3]

Sum; DI!Leon is your dad's newer friend who he met while you were away for college, and after a few weeks of being home, you got to know him. One thing led to another..

Content; older!Leon, age gap, fem!reader is mid 20s, and Leon is 38, kinda forbidden sex, oral, fingering, leon jerks off while eating out the reader, sexual taunting and tension, unprotected sex, creampie 2x, cum tasting

wc; 6.6k

Being home to visit was wonderful. You'd been home for about two weeks, easing into the relaxation of the summer freedom. You'd had your first month planned out perfectly. Meeting with childhood friends, visiting some of the small shops you couldn't find during the school year, and relaxing when you weren't working. Your father had made a new buddy when you were away for college, which seemed like a silly joke at first, given how uncommon that was for your father. Until he brought him over for dinner one night. Your fourth night home, Leon S. Kennedy came for dinner, and you swore you nearly stopped breathing.

He was handsome, tall, gruff yet caring, and definitely more mature than most. Obviously, there were things you didn't know, didn't think about, etc., but you didn't really care. Leon had come over twice for dinner, and in that process, he'd taken the initiative to make conversation with everyone. Both your parents and yourself. But what stuck out to you was how he insisted on helping you with the dishes after both meals. The first one just felt friendly, like he had good manners, but the more he talked to you, the more you noticed his gaze.

He'd let his gaze trail over your features, lingering for a little too long while your parents were occupied with finding a movie to watch since dinner was usually much earlier if a guest was over. He'd ask you questions, keep conversation going, and he'd let his hand graze against you. Your hand, wrist, and both times, he helped you tie your hair back, making sure it wasn't in the way. Some of it seemed harmless, but some of it felt different. It made your skin flare with warmth, heart pounding with every little thing he did.

He'd been on your mind for the last week. Everything you did, he somehow weasels his way into your mind. You felt delusional, truly. Your parents were out at work, and right after you got out of the shower, your dad called.

"Hello?" You picked up the phone as you gathered your clothes and dried off.

"Hey, are you at home?" Your dad spoke through the phone.

"Yes, what's up?"

"My friend has some stuff he's gotta drop off, I'll be home later, would you be there to let him drop it off?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll be here til about 2pm."

"Great. He'll be dropping by any second now."

"Okay, I'll let him in."

Your dad gave you a thanks and a small goodbye before he hung up the phone.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and as you tossed your phone aside, you got yourself dressed and a little fixed up before you heard the doorbell ring downstairs. You exhaled, fixing your shirt before you pulled your hair down from the clip it was in. Wet hair, fresh outfit, clean skin. You felt like this was a prime time to see if your delusions were possibly right or not. You headed downstairs, waiting a second before you peeked outside, acting as if you weren't losing your mind at the moment.

Leon lifted his head from where he'd been looking down at his hands, picking at a scar on his palm. He grinned lightly as he watched you open the door.

"Hello," he greeted, holding out a small box.

"Hi," your voice came out quieter than intended. You cleared your throat, pulling the door open to let him in. "Come on in. What's in the box?"

"Your mother had asked me about hobbies during our first dinner, and we talked about gardening. I told her I'd bring some of my extra seeds over for you and her to plant while you're home." He said, opening the box to show a small collection of bagged seeds, all labeled with messy handwriting. He stepped inside, watching you close the door.

"Oh. Right. I forgot about that." You muttered, walking over toward the kitchen. He followed without question, like this was normal. "It's a little easy to forget. Not many guys like you would he into gardening." You said, clearing a small spot on the counter for the box. He laughed lightly.

"What, just because I'm an old man means I can't have my hobbies?"

"Oh, please, you're not that old. And no, that's not what I meant, I just.. most of my dad's old friends were very different from you. Not as nice or well-mannered." You rambled lightly, trying to avoid any awkward silence.

"I'm 38, sweetheart. Pretty damn old. But yes, I know what you meant. Even your father was shocked when I asked your mother about the garden out front." He said, stepping closer to you to place the small box on the counter. Leon's casual use of the nickname 'sweetheart' made your heart pound, and your cheeks flush. You cleared your throat.

"38 isn't really that old. That's just what media says, so you're inclined to feel older than you are." You scoffed lightly, bringing the box over to sit closer to the window of the kitchen where your mother wouldn't miss it.

"Is that so? It's all a bad hoax from the media?" He raised a brow, leaning on the counter next to you.

"I think it is. My friend has a grandma who's like 80 and she's lively compared to other 80 year olds that we see in movies. I know age depends on your health and stuff, but 38? Please," you continued, walking over to the fridge before pausing to look at him. "You want a water? Or somethin' to eat? I.. wasn't sure if you'd planned on staying or not. You obviously don't have to, considering my dad isn't home, but-"

"A water would be nice." He snickered at your increasingly nervous rambling, picking up on how nervous you got at the mention of him staying while you were here alone. "I just had lunch, so I'm good on food, but the offer is nice." He continued, playing coy and clueless to your nervousness.

You nodded, looking away as you reached into the fridge for a bottle of water, grabbing yourself an energy drink. As you turned back, handing him the water, he accepted the bottle, his fingers grazing over yours in the process.

"So, what are you up to for the day?" He asked, tilting his head as he opened the bottle, eyes trained on yours.

"Uh.. just going out with a few friends. We're gonna get our nails done later, and then after we get some dinner, we'll be going to a couple of bars later tonight. One of the girls I grew up with just finished her two-year program, so we wanna celebrate her tonight." You explained, cracking your drink open as you leaned on the counter across from him.

"Ah, so.. a little girls' night? Sounds fun." He mused, nodding along with your words. You nodded, looking off to the side. "What nails are you gonna get?" He asked, leaning in closer across the kitchen island.

"Oh," you looked at him. Your mind went to so many places, all wrong and probably gross. You cleared your throat and pulled your phone from your pocket. You found the inspiration photos, handing him the phone. "Just something like this. It's been ages since I got my nails done, so I'm going for something simple for now." You explained, watching as he flicked through the collection of nail photos.

"Those are cute. They'd suit you." He hummed, looking back at you as you took the phone. Conversation eased into silence as you nodded to acknowledge his words, unsure of where to go next.

"Well, uh, what about you? Any plans?" You asked, watching him shrug.

"I'm off work today, so this was my only plan. Your mother was supposed to be here for a little coffee, but.."

"She tends to forget her plans due to work, but I'm sure she'll love the seeds you brought over." You said, setting your phone aside to push upright, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Well," Leon glanced at the clock. Just past 12 p.m. "I should get out of your hair. You seem like you've got enough to keep you busy for the day." He chuckled, pushing himself upright. "I suppose I'll see you around, then?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, you... probably will." You mumbled.

"Have fun tonight. Don't get too wasted." He teased with a small grin as you walked him to the front door. You laughed a little nervously, nodding again.

"I won't." You offered a small smile as you watched him walk down the driveway to his black Ducati, sleek and well taken care of, parked at the curb. You closed the door and groaned to yourself. He looked so damn good, it was infuriating.

For the rest of the day, you convinced yourself that you were delusional. That he was just being sweet. Just being well-mannered or just being a kind, normal man. Maybe you just weren't used to that.

Another week passed, and your dad was throwing a little fourth of July party. Barbecue, pool, drinks, etc. The typical summer party. You invited a couple of your close friends, and your parents invited their own buddies. Of course, that included Leon.

The day of the party, Leon and another friend of your father's had come over early to help set up, bringing some drinks as well to contribute.

When you got home from picking up your friends, you saw Leon's bike out front. Your stomach squeezed. You ignored it, rushing to run inside with your friends. You all hung out upstairs for a while before your dad came to get you, saying that the pool was ready. After getting changed into bathing suits, you headed downstairs and into the backyard.

Standing by the grill with the group of your parents' friends, Leon lifted his gaze as he heard the backdoor push open, followed by the sound of giggles and incoherent speech between you and your friends. When you turned and glanced in his direction, he offered a smile, and you saw his gaze shamelessly trail down your body in the bathing suit you wore. Most people would think he was weird for looking at a younger woman like that, thinking he was just gross. But it wasn't like that, you thought. If he was gross, he'd be looking at you and your friends. But his focus was purely on you.

You smiled back, waving at him before you were pulled along to the pool, where your friends yanked you in. You shuffled into one of the donut floaties, getting comfortable while you and your friends kept to your own. Halfway through the making of dinner, one of your friends pointed Leon out.

"Hey, who's that new guy?" She asked, grinning slightly. You glanced where she was looking, and much to your subconscious pleasure, Leon was already looking. You turned back to your friend.

"That's my dad's new friend. His name is Leon." You said.

"Oh, he's got his eye on you." She snickered.

"Shut up, he does not. He's like.. almost 40."

"But he's totally into you! He's not looked away for the last hour!"

"Whatever, I don't think so." You shook your head, huffing lightly. Your cheeks flushed at the thought, but you ignored it again. Even though he's been on your mind for weeks.

An hour passed before fireworks started, and everyone gathered around a fire to eat and share conversation. You sat directly across from Leon, and as you focused on eating dinner and enjoying the ambiance, you couldn't help the constant glances over at Leon. He always lingered in his looks, letting his gaze follow the curves and lines of your body, almost like he wanted to memorize every mole, freckle, and scar. It made your skin warm, your stomach felt fuzzy, and your thighs tensed, squeezing together subconsciously.

Leon caught the subtle clench of your thighs, and he didn't miss the way you shifted your hips to make yourself comfortable. He also didn't miss the way your hands squeezed at your sides, despite looking away from him to avoid letting him get under your skin.

The fireworks began, a nice collective show between your family and the rest of the neighborhood. Leon was out front, watching with everybody else, until he noticed you slip away, disappearing inside. His gaze dropped down to your shorts, which barely covered your ass. The sight made his whole body bloom with heat and desire. He excused himself, shaking his empty can of soda as an excuse to go inside. He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing some sticky marshmallow off of your arm. He saw your hair getting in the way, so he seized another opportunity to come behind you, gathering your hair and tying it back ever so gently.

You looked back at him, and your cheeks flushed, hand freezing with the soap suds slipping down your arm.

"Aren't you supposed to be outside?" You barely spoke, voice slightly shaky. He shrugged, leaning on the counter next to you.

"Sure, but so are you." He grinned.

"I got marshmallow on my hand." You huffed.

"And I've got an empty soda. What a coincidence we both came inside." He mused.

"Coincidence." You scoffed, looking away and finishing the rinse of your wrist.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't believe in coincidences." You lied bluntly, stepping aside to grab a napkin to dry your arm.

"So you think I came back here to find you?" He tilted his head, and when you looked back at him, he was almost challenging you to say yes.

So you did. With a simple nod.

"What makes you think that, sweetheart?" He asked, playing innocent.

"You've been watching me all day. Not my friends, not my mom's friends. Me. You've had your eye on me all day, and I might only be in my mid 20s, but I know the looks a man can give." You explained, trying to sound as steady as possible to hide how nervous you felt.

"Is that so? What looks have I been giving you?"

His question made your heart thud. You suddenly didn't want to test this anymore, now that he was making you say these things aloud.

"You're giving the 'fuck-me' eyes!" You whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was inside. You looked back up at him. "You're looking me up and down, looking at my tits, my hips, and making sure that I see it."

"And what's wrong with a little look?" He leaned in, tilting his head to the side. "What's so wrong?" He asked innocently, but the smirk pulling at his lips gave away his intentions.

"You're making things tense! You're.. You're making me nervous!" You admitted, cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink.

Leon grinned, leaning away from you to stand up straight, watching as you waited for his next move. His gaze dropped, scanning the way your chest rose and fell, scanning over the soft curves that were exposed thanks to your shorts and the tight tank top you wore, which gave him a glimpse of the bikini top that you wore beneath the tank top.

"Why do I make you nervous?" He continued, waiting to see how long you'd take to crack or give up. You grumbled.

"You're insufferable. Since the day we met, you've been impossibly nice, but mostly to me. You've been building up tension. You've been watching and waiting. But you've made no moves."

"Do you want me to make a move?" He asked, his voice softer now. You swallowed harshly, but nodded slightly. "Verbal, sweetheart. I need to hear it. You want me to?"

"Keep asking me, and I'll find another man to get stuck on." You scowled, flustered at how he kept searching for ways to make you show him that you wanted him.

He grinned, reaching out to take your hand.

"You want me to?" He repeated.

"You're insufferable."

"I'll take that as a yes."

With his hand in yours, he looked around carefully before he looked back at you.

"You think we'd be fine here?" He asked, wanting to make sure nothing went wrong in the process of him finally making his moves.

"Probably. The fireworks are loud enough to where noise shouldn't be an issue, and if we lock my door, it'd likely be fine." You said, taking the lead and pulling him along toward the upstairs. You glanced around for the millionth time to make sure nobody was inside. Taking him up to your bedroom, you closed and locked the door behind the two of you before Leon was already grabbing at your waist, pressing you against the wall.

"You sure you're okay with this? You want this?" He asked, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over the soft, ribbed fabric of your tank top.

"Jesus, do you know how to take a hint? Yes, I want this." You huffed.

"I'm just making sure." He laughed softly, leaning in and using a hand to tilt your head back, giving him room to angle his head for a proper kiss to that your noses didn't bump too much. His lips met yours, and he damn near melted right in that moment. He shifted his hands under your top, his large, calloused palms splaying out against your waist. Your hands came up to his shoulders, left hand shifting upward to the back of his neck as you eagerly returned the kiss.

Leon let out a moan as he pulled your body against his, his left hand pulling you in with a flat palm against your lower back, which he moved down to grasp your ass once you were close enough to his body.

"These shorts have been driving me insane all fuckin' night. Almost as bad as that bikini you're wearin' under these clothes." He huffed, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth downward to find your pulse point, nipping at the warm skin.

Your hands snuck under the collar of his shirt, letting your recently manicured nails drag along his skin. He shuddered at the sensation, fingertips digging into your skin as he kissed further down before he pulled back to yank your shirt over your head. You obliged quickly, arms lifting to let him remove the top before he threw it somewhere else in the room. With your breasts covered only by the unsupportive fabric of the bikini, he groaned at the sight.

"You're so pretty," he praised lightly, his words coming out in a soft breath. His hands trailed up from your hips, pausing right below your breasts as he let the curve of his hand cradle the weight of the plump flesh. He leaned in for another kiss, letting his palms press up against your breasts, shifting into the right position to grope the warm mounds of fat. A soft moan fell from your lips, which he eagerly consumed, deepening the kiss as he felt your nails dig into his biceps.

"Fuck," you panted lightly, blindly reaching toward the door to double check that it was locked. Once confirmed, you pushed him away and nudged him to the bed until he fell backward onto the plush mattress. He looked up at you, stunned at the sudden initiative. A small, almost eager smile tugged at his lips. You went to your window and closed it along with the curtain before you padded over to stand between his legs.

His hands shot up quickly, coming to your hips as he leaned in closer, shamelessly pressing his face between your breasts, mouthing at the valley between the mounds. He reached behind you, finding the tying point of the stringy bikini before he tugged at it, letting it fall. He tossed it aside and brought his hands back up to your chest, his hands groping eagerly.

"Mm, your skin is so soft, 'n warm.." he murmured, looking up at you. He noticed your lack of vocal response, and he wanted that so badly. His hands continued their groping for a moment, pinching your nipples back and forth to make sure he didn't leave a single body part neglected. He replaced his right hand with his mouth, latching onto your nipple with a suck and a bite, eliciting a hiss from you. His right hand ventured down your body, finding its way to your shorts and undoing the button before he tugged them down along with your swimsuit bottoms. Being exposed to him like this brought on a whole new kind of vulnerability and shyness.

He pulled his head away from your chest, but his left hand remained over your breast, soaking in the way that it seemed to fit perfectly in his large palm, like your body was made for him to touch. He looked down, letting his right hand stay just below your hip, rested comfortably on your thigh.

"This okay, sweetheart?" He asked, noticing how your hands seemed to shake as they'd been resting on his shoulders.

"'S fine." You muttered, nodding lightly.

"You look embarrassed." He observed, his thumb running a gentle pattern over your thigh.

"It's a little awkward when I'm the only one naked." You admitted, a small whine in your voice. He chuckled, low and teasing. He leaned in to press his lips to yours.

"You mean you wanna see what you've been dreaming about for the last few weeks?" He teased, his hand slipping between your legs, but remaining low enough to avoid overwhelming you with sudden touches. You swallowed.

"I haven't dreamt of you." You argued, but the way you looked away gave away your lie.

"Come on, you can admit it. I had a couple of dreams about you." He mouthed down your neck, his hand inching higher.

"Shut up." You whined lightly, shifting with the tension of sexual frustration being contained. "People are gonna wonder where we are. Shouldn't we hurry?"

"Oh, don't worry. It won't take long." He murmured, pulling you in as his hands came to your hips, lifting you to straddle his lap.

"What, you gonna finish that quick?" You grumbled, half tauntingly and waiting to see if he'd react.

"No." He said flatly, spreading your legs a little further before his right hand returned to the space between your legs, finally bringing his middle and index fingers to spread your folds, pleasantly surprised with the wetness he found.

You shivered, hands grasping at his shoulders as you swallowed the moan that bubbled in your throat. Leon kept his eye on you, watching how your breath hitched and your brows cinched together at his touch.

"Sensitive?" He cooed, grinning lightly at the subtle reaction you gave.

"Not for you." You lied bluntly, which made him laugh.

"You're stubborn for someone who wants this."

"Yeah, I'm not into all this talk-" your attitude was cut off with a sharp moan as he dipped two fingers right past your entrance, your nails digging into his shoulders, making him hiss lightly.

"There it is." He muttered, pride swelling in his chest as he slowly eased his fingers in and out, letting you adjust to the intrusion without overwhelming you. "Feel good?" He asked, his other hand coming to gently support your lower back.

Your breath hitched as you tried to keep silent, but you couldn't help the small moans that slipped as he worked his fingers in and out, curling them once you'd relaxed around them. Your thighs tried to close, but his body stopped them, considering you were straddling his hips. Your head fell forward, burying in the crook of his neck.

"Yeah, that's it. Just let yourself relax, baby." He whispered, pressing a small kiss to your temple as he purposely angled his fingers to rub on that sweet spot inside of you while his thumb found your clit, making you whimper into the crook of his neck. Slowly losing shame, you began to buck your hips against his fingers, desperately seeking more. More stretch, more fill, more stimulation. His fingers kept up until he slowly eased a third inside, making you whimper with slight pain.

"Ow, fuck-" you whined.

"Shh, I've got you. You want to stop?" He asked. You shook your head quickly.

"No, no, please don't stop, I-i just.. need a second." You breathed.

"Mm, good thing I'm doing this to start. I wouldn't want to hurt you with anything bigger." He mused, feeling your pussy squeeze around his fingers in response to his little innuendo. He groaned at the sensation, his cock throbbing in his shorts that became tighter by the second.

His fingers eased into that same rhythm as before, carefully delving as deep as your pussy would allow, syncing the stimulation of your clit with the stimulation of your g-spot. The way he gave you such perfect, carefully thought-out attention, it made you buck your hips for more once that burning stretch had gone away.

"So needy." He murmured, chuckling lightly as he felt you come closer and closer to the edge. Your hips worked to meet him in the middle with each thrust of his fingers, eagerly seeking your high. Just as you were at the edge, he stopped moving, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"Wha- why did you stop?" You asked, panting as you pulled back to look at him, brows knitted together with frustration. Without a word, he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean with an exaggerated noise of pleasure, like he was eating a good meal. Your body tensed, eyed going wide. He looked at you, tilting his head lightly.

"What?" He asked innocently, bringing his now saliva coated hand to your thighs, squeezing the flesh.

"You just-"

"I'm only getting a taste of what I'm gonna get." He mused, leaning back to lie on the bed, getting comfortable. You looked at him, still straddling his hips. Waiting.

"Come on, you wanna cum, don't you?" He pulled your thighs closer, making you fall forward from the sudden tug. "Sit on my face, pretty girl, lemme have a proper taste." He encouraged, bringing a hand to drag a finger along your dripping cunt, making you whine, clenching around the emptiness. You hesitated, not wanting to squish him or put too much weight, but you gave in.

With a careful shift, you crawled up his body and stopped when his mouth was just below your pussy, which he groaned at the sight of.

"Such a pretty thing, you are." Leon praised, and within just a moment, he was pulling you down onto his mouth, devouring you with the fervor of a man starved. You jolted, right hand coming to grip at his hair eagerly, while your left hand reached out to the headboard for support so you didn't fall forward from the way you practically ran from the pleasure. He held you down, one arm hooked around your thigh to keep you close enough to his mouth. His tongue delved inside, only to pull back out and come to keep all the attention on your sensitive clit, which made you mewl into the room, praying that the fireworks would be loud enough and on time with your moans to drown them out for anybody who might come inside the house.

"Mm, fuck, you taste so good," He panted under you, your arousal spilling down his chin and creating a mess within his stubble.

"Oh, fuck, Leon!" You gasped, grinding your hips down against him as you tugged at his hair, using his mouth to seek the climax that he'd previously denied you of. "Ah, please, please, don't stop!" You begged, panting heavily.

Leon found himself losing his composure. Overwhelmed by the sounds of your pussy, the moans and gasps, the mewls and cries, and the way the bed creaked just from how eagerly you ground your cunt against his mouth. He reached his free hand down his body, undoing his belt and sloppily pulling his cock out. He slipped his hand back up, gathering some of your arousal on his fingers before he reached back down to use your juices as a slick for his cock as he began to jerk himself off.

He moaned, the sound reverberating against you. He bucked his own hips into his fist, but he never wavered his attention on you. If anything, it intensified because of his own pleasure. Before you could warn him, your body seized with a loud squeal of pleasure as you squeezed your thighs around his head. He continued, eating you through your orgasm until your thighs went limp around his head, almost unable to hold yourself up. He pulled his head back, panting beneath you as he used his free hand to guide you back down to straddle his hips.

You were completely dazed, still recovering from the intense wave of pleasure that he'd provided you with.

"Pretty girl," He lifted a hand to your ass cheek, patting it gently. You inhaled sharply, blinking a few times before looking at him. "Still with me?" He laughed, letting his hand fall down to the nape of your neck, rubbing his thumb soothingly along your skin.

"Mhm," you barely hummed, nodding lazily.

"Good. 'Cause I'm not done with you." He mused, a new hunger in his eyes and his voice. He flipped you over onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs.

You lifted your head, watching as he removed his shirt and discarded his shorts and boxers, throwing them aside before he hovered over you, leaning in to kiss you hungrily, his hips pressing in to let his cock slide between your folds. You gasped, whimpering into the kiss at the sensitivity of his cock head nudging against your clit. He mouthed down your neck, his mouth finding its way down to your breasts. He left hickeys and bite marks, groaning as he continued to rub himself against your folds.

"Mm, you're so fuckin' wet 'n warm." He moaned, feeling his balls tighten for a moment before he forced himself to pull his hips away. He looked down at you, panting softly. "You ready, sweetheart?" To his words, you nodded weakly, looking down and waiting for the incoming intrusion.

Slowly, Leon guided himself down to your entrance, and he eased his tip inside, watching as your brows cinched together, your lower lip pulled between your teeth as you braced yourself for the slight sting. He waited, and once your pussy relaxed enough, he inched further. And further. Until he was halfway. At this point, you'd let your head fall back, huffing and barely keeping your eyes open as your hands grasped the sheets.

"I-is it in yet?" You asked, barely audible.

"Almost. Almost, I promise. Does it hurt too much?" He asked quietly, holding himself back from bottoming out while you were distracted by talking.

"No, not too much, it's just.. bigger.." you mumbled, lifting your head to look up at him. "Not used to it.."

"Bigger than what?" He tilted his head, purposely seeking a little ego boost.

"Than the toys I've used." You shut down his little attempt at searching for an ego boost, huffing up at him. Leon shuddered at the thought, picturing you alone in your room, fucking yourself with a toy as big as Leon, cumming all over the fake cock.

Leon eased in further, and you hissed.

"Fuck, just.. bear with me, would you?" He groaned. He didn't wait as long this time before he pushed all the way in, watching you mewl at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck! Don't- don't move!" You cried, your hands coming to his shoulders to dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

"C'mon, pretty girl, please.." he choked out, his cock twitching inside of you like it had a mind of its own that was begging desperately to feel more than just the squeeze.

Despite his begging that didn't stop, Leon didn't dare move. He'd rather suffer in sexual frustration than hurt you in a situation such as the one you found yourself in. Your head fell back against your pillows, panting heavily as you found your way back to relaxing around him instead of squeezing him so damn hard that he couldn't move in fear of hurting you. This time, as he felt you relax, he didn't ask. The anticipation of his movement would make you tense more. So he gently began to grind his hips back and forth, moving just less than an inch. A low, guttural groan left his lips.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, swallowing harshly. He dropped his head, his mouth coming to provide attention to your breasts as he ground his hips, eagerly searching for a deeper angle. His hands spread your legs, only to push them up. He pressed your knees up to where they were on either side of your chest, spread wide and high for him. He groaned, feeling how your pussy seemed to open up for him with the new position.

"Ah, ah!" You gasped, hips bucking lightly. The pain had subsided thanks to his impatient rutting, and with the new position, you felt him deeper and fuller, your body giving in completely.

"My God," he nearly whimpered. "You're so.. so fuckin' perfect. All warm 'n ready, aren't you? Been waitin' for this, huh?" He teased, hooking your legs onto your shoulders for easier control as he dropped his right hand to your thigh, his left hand to your breast. His left hand fondled eagerly, pinching and tugging at your nipple, eliciting soft mewls from your lips that accompanied the louder, shameless moans that you'd tried so hard to hide, but as he kept going, it was practically impossible.

"Uh-huh," you agreed, too far into it to be caring about shame. "Been waitin' since.. s-since you came over weeks ago." You admitted, words followed by a whimper as he pulled back, leaving only his tip inside, only to bottom out completely in one smooth, powerful thrust. His balls slapped against your ass as he worked his way to a steady rhythm and pace.

"Yeah? Yeah, I bet you've waited. Bet you've had the dirtiest dreams, 'cause you're a dirty girl, aren't you? Lettin' an older man fuck you senseless." He trailed off into a loud groan, working his hips faster as he angled his cock to rub at your g-spot. You squealed, back arching off the bed.

"Ah! Mhmm!" You nodded eagerly, your hands falling to grasp desperately at his biceps.

Leon wasn't sure how he hadn't busted yet. His balls were tight, cock throbbing, knot in his stomach at the tightest coil he'd ever felt. But he held back, somehow. His skin was hot against yours, sweat forming between the two of you, your sounds becoming careless as the fireworks continued outside. You knew you weren't exactly quiet, and the bed creaking was just as loud. Anyone downstairs with half a mind knew what was going on. But Leon couldn't give a shit right now.

His hand moved down from your breast to press against your lower belly, feeling the way your stomach bulged faintly with every thrust he gave. Your walls tightened around him, and just as he felt the flutter, he reached his end. Usually, he'd bottom out and grind helplessly, but he didn't stop. Even as he felt your orgasm with his, he didn't stop. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of you, spilling every drop he could offer in one load. Your core squeezed him so tight, gushing around him. A milky ring formed at the base of Leon's cock, and it only fueled his energy.

"Leon, ooh!" You cried, head thrown back as his hips seemed like a machine, refusing to stop until his battery went out.

"Fuck, you hear that? See that? Makin' a fuckin' mess. Squeezin' me so damn tight that you've already got my cum spillin' out of your pretty pussy." He rambled, growling lightly as his cock came back to life within moments of his orgasm subsiding. He lifted a hand to come up to your head, forcing you to look where your bodies met. The sight was obscene, much like the noises.

His cock was slick, a mix of cum and slick from your pussy, which formed a lewd ring around the base. Every time he pulled out, he made sure to only leave the head inside, pushing back in to bottom out as deep as humanly possibly. The sounds of skin slapping, moans and cries, grunts and whimpers, bed creaking. The room smelled of nothing but sex.

He leaned down, forcing you to bend your legs higher up than you thought was possible. You cried, feeling how deep he got as he slammed his hips back and forth, listening to the sounds that filled the room, soaking in the way you felt around him. He kissed you sloppily, his hands fondling your breasts with zero coordination. All pinching and tugging, mixed with the occasional flick of your nipple that made you mewl beneath him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck! 'M gonna cum again, pretty," he panted, guttural growls leaving his throat as he sped up. His words made you squeeze him, anticipation increasing. "Oh, yeah? You like that? Like hearin' that 'm gonna fuck my cum into you for a second time? Like the idea of that? Bein' a dirty mess, full of an older man's load?"

You babbled in agreement, nodding like a bobblehead.

"Come on, baby, just a little more." He hissed, angling his hips just right, sneaking one hand down to meet your clit, pinching and circling it. You squealed, and within moments, you were completely ruined on his cock. Gushing around him, pulsating with relief and overstimulation, completely dazed as your vision nearly gave out on you. Leon fucked you through it until he reached his own high, bottoming out as deep as he could go, feeling you twitch and whimper at the warmth of his cum spilling inside of you.

This time, he didn't keep going. He stayed inside, keeping you bent in half, groaning as he felt the aftershocks of you twitching around him.

"That good, huh?" He teased, watching you nod as your eyes fell shut, finally taking a moment to breathe after so long. While you relaxed, he slowly pulled out, leaving you empty. He kept his hands on you as he helped you sit up. His cum began to spill onto the sheets beneath you, and you shuddered, leaning limp in his arms as you sought his warmth and company.

"Pretty girl," he whispered, lifting you up into his lap. "I think we should wash off and head back."

You groaned at his words. You'd forgotten completely about everyone else. You didn't want to, but you knew they'd come searching eventually. It'd been too long, you were shocked they didn't.

"I know, I know. But now you've got somethin' to keep your pretty head occupied until next time, don't you?" He murmured, lifting your chin to kiss you softly. You leaned in, accepting it eagerly as you climbed closer to him on his lap.

"Mmh.. might not be enough.." you muttered, half jokingly. Leon chuckled, lifting you from the bed to carry you toward your bathroom, which was thankfully connected to your room. He set you on the counter in the bathroom, keeping a hand on your back.

"It's gonna have to be. We've been gone too long." He hummed, finding a rag. He wet the rag with warm water before carefully cleaning you up. Once he was done with you, he cleaned himself up, and brought you back to the bedroom to get you dressed.

"Ready?" He asked, fixing the t-shirt he'd found for you to wear, making sure none of the marks were visible.

"I can't walk." You mumbled, cheeks flushing lightly.

"Jesus, I did a number on you, huh?" He grinned, proud of how your legs still felt like jelly.

"Fuck you."

"Maybe next time."

[zayora]

𝟅ϱ sum. zayne and sylus makes out over your clit! cw : mdni, threesōmes, oral ( f! receiving), age gap, repost.

if someone were to tell you soon that you would meet the love of your life and have ballistic sex every other day, you’d be delighted. but if they were to mention that his equally hot best friend would some day join, you’d laugh it off, thinking the whole thing is a joke.

except that it’s not, and the impossible became entirely possible.

your composure withers away the more their tongues work in tandem to drive you mad. your trembling thighs are stretched to the point where a sweet heat mixes with the pleasure below, spread enough to fit two uncanny tall and buff men. the expensive lingerie you wore is unceremoniously ripped and shoved over the soft expanse of your chest while your hands cling onto the rich material for purpose, listening to their orders to not let go. the more and more they suckle on your excited pussy, the more you feel your soul might be vacuumed away along with your orgasm, as nothing in the world can lift them from their last meal— being your pussy, that is.

“ if i knew you tasted this good, maybe i would’ve begged zayne a long time ago.” sylus voice richly chuckles; he trickles his wet tongue down to give your spasming hole the feeling of his wet muscle wiggling between your warm walls, red eyes flickering between the sight of your lewd facial expressions and the teasing kitten licks zayne gives to your hardened clit. he moans softly when the taste of your syrupy arousal hits his starving tastebuds, a deep feeling of content rises in his chest after being able to indulge in the meal he was starved from for so long. “ fuck… taste even better than i expected.”

this whole thing felt like a fever dream, your older boyfriend and his equally older friend wringing you dry. it was no hidden fact that sylus was very handsome; your eyes would linger on him plenty of times whenever he’d be around zayne, but you didn’t think your attraction would be that obvious to him… or to zayne either.

“ my love, don’t be shy about the new pair of eyes we have; tell us how it feels, yeah?” zayne inquires, hazel-green eyes soaking up your reactions. every shudder or subtle twitch of your hips is noticed by the observant doctor. the pleasure is painfully euphoric— if you thought one mouth on you could be overwhelmingly delightful, you don’t know what to categorize the pleasure of two. he mumbles something to sylus, possibly a soft praise while giving your begging clit a long particular suckle, sending blinding waves of hot bliss to your fluttering hole that happily pulses around the erotic intruder inside your gummy walls. “ do you feel it? when i suck her clit like this, she spasms. not too long from now she’ll be begging us to come; it’s up to you what you decide to do from now on.”

“ w-what? don’ tease me like this, please! i wanna cuuum!”

“ since it’s our first time meeting, i have to leave a lasting impression, don’t i, doctor zayne?” the white haired man devilishly chuckles against your sickened folds, vibrating the sensitive flesh with the deep rumble from his chest. the hollow sound he produces from slurping at your empty hole makes you briefly wish that their fingers or cock were deeply snug inside of you. he pulls back from your begging cunt, with thick strings of honeyed arousal connecting his lips to your flesh, before snapping back. his pupils are dilated, as if he were a shark that had finally lured his prey into a trap. numbly, you roll your head down, immediately making risqué eye contact with the two men, silently giving them your best pleading eyes. “ our kitten can come; ‘m also curious about how much she can take.”

leave it to the shady man to make his words sound as if you were signing a contract with the devil. despite being the once shy girl who would always make bashful eye contact, the girl who once barely spoke unless spoken to first has her pleasure laying in the palm of his hands— and will soon bless him with a sight that a virgin would pay millions to see.

his mouth accompanies zayne’s back onto your clit, rolling the stiffened bud obscenely while your eyes fight over whom to keep contact with, both gazes making it feel as if you were pinned under weighted lewdness. you feel pangs of indecent energy flush your body hot, along with the pads of zayne’s two fingers grazing your leaking slit before finally dipping the extended length into your gushing walls. your mouth is far beyond open; the lack of words is replaced by your vulgar moans as your body violently lurches forward with the threat of your orgasm teetering close. “ z-zayne… sylus! ‘m gonna… cum!”

“ don’t deny us a good show, darling.” their tongue lewdly dances over your inviting clit, putting a trance on you with the way they work together so well to throw you over the edge and beyond. their wet muscles brush against each other, before sylus turns his head slightly to softly kiss the side of zayne’s tongue, and, non-shockingly, that was your end.

“ o-oh… my goooood!” your voice trails off into a raspy screech as your orgasm violently washes over you, causing your back to arch intensely while your eyes roll far into the back of your head. seconds feel like an eternity to you as the men between your legs refuses to back off until you are predictably scrambling away, begging to catch your breath— as if you can even make it that far. you come back down to earth with your back bouncing back against the soft cushion; that is when they decide to let your overstimulated body have a small cooldown.

unbeknownst to you, zayne plunges his fingers soaked with your slick into slyus’s hot, awaiting mouth, watching with profound interest how the bigger man between you both readily takes his fingers in, maintaining eye contact while happily slurping the digits into his mouth. “ looks like i’ll have my hands full tonight.”

you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not only talking about you.