Caleb looks up from his report. “A dog?” he echoes. “I didn’t think you liked dogs, pips. Remember that one when you were a kid?”
You hum, barely listening. “What about, like, a big one?”
“What, a German Shepherd?” Caleb rises to his feet, coming to stand in front of you. “I’ve heard they’re pretty good for security—”
“No,” you shake your head. “Bigger— like, your size.”
Caleb huffs out a laugh at that. “Where are you going to find a dog that’s six foot two?” He tilts his head carefully. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
You close out of the recent Hunters notification silently. The bright light of the supermoon streams in through the window. “It’s nothing. Forget it.”
He eyes you carefully before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. His evol quietly shuts the curtains, blocking out the moonlight. “If you want a pet, pips, just ask.” Caleb nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “I can be your loyal puppy, better than any… mutt you find in the woods.”
summary. caleb loves stealing your discarded panties, he just cant resist sniffing your scent even after he banged you.
disclaimer. dirty thoughts, panty sniffing ofc, panty kink, scent kink, hand job, afterplay, male solo, possessive behavior if you squint.
a/n. i just cant stop thinking about caleb using your panties for his own pleasure <//3
hours of caleb fucking you had pushed you bare with soreness around. now that your body finally sinking into a deep peaceful rest, caleb couldnt take his eyes away from you; seeing you with all his marks bloomed around your body, his cum kept inside your drenched pussy, it makes him want to fuck you more untill you break again. but, your comfort line was clear, and he had set respect for boundaries of your exhaustion. he knew he had to find some quite and private alternative ways to release his own pleasure.
it was deep at night, after long hours of fucking you hard, caleb hadnt found his limit yet. he gently slid his body away from you and the bed, as you felt his weight shift, you opened your eyes just enough to look at him against the dark. “where are you going?” your voice was thick and barely a whisper. caleb looked down at you with a gentle smile “i need to pee, i wont be long, pips” he murmured before walking down towards the bathroom. you let a soft nod while closing your eyes slowly to rest again.
he hadnt intended to pee, but he desperately need something to release. once he’s inside your shared bathroom, he bend over to grab two of your used soft panties from the laundry hamper. he holds it casually in his hand, he’s seeking the familiar smell of your worn panties and sank slowly onto the floor behind the door. he bought the first piece onto his nose to sniffed your panties, he imagine your wet cunt pressed against the lace for hours created a soaked strong scent, the scent was immediately intoxicating—sweet and distinctly you. he burried his face onto the soft fabric, taking a long deep breath.
he could feel himself getting hard again. not wasting any time, he quickly snuggled the other panty around his red harden cock. his hand moved fast, while the other remain gripped to his face, breathing into the pleasure untill his head went dizzy that all he could smell is only your sweet scent. “sweet.. so fucking sweet.. like cherries..” he whispered. the brief relief hit him hard that it messed your poor laced panties with his cum.
did he feel guilty? not at all. did he want to rush back to you? definitely. he couldnt leave you alone in the bed for long. he tossed the damp, damaged pieces your panties towards the laundry basket while slowly walking towards you to sleep together. by the next morning, maybe you would notice the white stain over your laced panty for evidence. but, you knew him—you knew caleb’s a freak, he’s your freak.
1st one of LADS and showing our other beautiful gurlies with darker skin! (Show me your MC)
This one is the first I received (on Reddit)and I started working on it the moment I got it and without pause until today!!!
Even looked up how to do specific things to make it a bit more special.
She sent me the other picture and outfit and told me she mained Zayne and told me to do whatever I wanted with everything else. I hope I did it justice!! Background I used his own memory as inspiration, but my way, but I'm very new at Backgrounds so it's nothing outstanding. Also, definitely gotta look up how to draw proper jewelry, but either way. I loved drawing it and painting it.
(I edited it 100 times until it looked like what she sent, or as best as I could get it close to!)
You make your ingame character look like him. Pt. 1
Xavier
You and Xavier are partners even outside of work. He is always eager to play any games with you, and the moment a game has co-op, he’s creating an account so you can jump into it together. You two almost always play side by side.
But this time, Xavier had been sent on a business trip, and coincidentally, a brand-new game was released. Without thinking twice, you downloaded it and immediately started creating your avatar.
At first, it didn’t even cross your mind—but then you remembered how, in previous games, whenever you created a female character, other players would constantly hit on you. Xavier always seemed to get annoyed by that, often going so far as to start fighting anyone who dared get within ten pixels of your character.
So your finger hesitated… and then pressed the button to switch the character's gender to male. You spent hours crafting the perfect look, but nothing felt quite right. And just as you were about to give up, a message popped up from Xavier: everything had gone smoothly, and he’d be back in a few days.
In that moment, inspiration struck like lightning.
You quickly typed a reply, then dove back into the game to create a your masterpiece.
You heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Putting your phone down, you made your way toward the sound.
The moment you saw Xavier kicking off his shoes, you rushed to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. He let out a soft chuckle at the force with which you squeezed him.
—I’m happy to see you too, my little star.
After that, you both sat down for dinner, and the rest of the evening melted away as you cuddled on the couch. The TV was on, but neither of you paid it much attention. Instead, you exchanged stories about your days apart.
—Oh! A few days ago, I downloaded a new game. I haven’t made much progress yet, so I think you’ll catch up to me pretty quickly.
You didn’t need to say more. Xavier was already pulling out his phone and downloading the game.
He didn’t bother customizing his avatar, opting instead for one of the default skins the game offered. Every time you tried to nudge him into changing at least one detail, but his reply was always the same: the game itself was more interesting than playing dress-up.
—I’ve spawned at the starting point.
—Hold on, I’ll teleport to you. I’m here.
Xavier scanned his screen for your avatar. You always chose vibrant accessories, so he was used to spotting you easily in crowds of players. But this time, he couldn’t find you anywhere.
—I don’t see you.
—I’m right here.
Right after your words, a blonde guy with sky-blue eyes, in a soft beige cardigan and a sword strapped to his hip, approached Xavier’s character. Standing before him, he waved.
—Xavii, you went with the default skin again…
While your eyes were still focused on your screen, you didn’t notice Xavier—sitting beside you—had suddenly gone still. It wasn’t until several silent seconds passed with no reply that you turned your head to look at him.
Xavier was staring at his phone screen in silence. When you were just about to ask if everything was alright, he finally spoke.
—Is that... me?
It took a moment for the meaning to click in your head.
—Oh! You mean my avatar? Well, I figured since you always get annoyed when other players start following me around, I thought this might help avoid that whole mess.
You turned back to your phone and made your character use an emote that scattered confetti around them.
—And it worked! Only a handful of players approached me, and even then, just to ask for materials.
—Hmm.
Xavier gave a quiet hum to show he was listening, but said nothing more.
From there, you both continued exploring the map. Just as you’d predicted, Xavier quickly caught up to your level. Now you could dive into dungeons together and take part in events as a team.
You stretched, hearing a soft crack from your bones. Glancing at the clock, you realized you’d been playing for over three hours. Time to call it a night.
—I think that’s enough for today. We both have tomorrow off so let’s spend the day playing from morning till night.
You called over your shoulder as you stood up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed. But then Xavier’s voice stopped you.
—Hey… why did you decide to make your avatar look like me?
Xavier asked uncertainly, his gaze shifting away. By now, fatigue was beginning to weigh on you. All you wanted was to collapse into the cool bed and bury yourself in your pillow, so your answer came simply—without much thought.
—Well… who else would I make my character look like, if not like my boyfriend?
You left the room without seeing the soft smile that bloomed on Xavier’s face at your words. And when you both lay in bed that night, you didn’t notice how Xavier held you just a little tighter than usual, his face nestled gently into your neck.
Zayne
The clock read ten at night, but you were lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard, bathed in the warm, dim glow of the bedside lamp, your phone resting in your hands.
This wasn’t the first time you found yourself in a situation like this—and yet, each time, you still couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him.
Zayne was always so dedicated to his job that sometimes his job fully consumed him, but he had told you countless times that you were his first priority—but in moments like these, when he came home exhausted, or worse, after failing to save one of his patients, you never had the heart to start an argument.
And besides, sometimes the roles were reversed. Just last month, nearly every one of your missions had ended later than scheduled, and there were more than a few occasions when you’d come home to find Zayne already there. But the one constant was that no matter how late you returned, he was always waiting for you—never once going to bed before you arrived.
That’s why, for the past week, you’d been trying to return the gesture—to wait up for him as well. But there was one small problem.
How were you supposed to stay awake?
One night, as you scrolled through your phone in an effort to keep your eyes open, an ad for a new video game caught your attention. You and Zayne had an entire gaming nook set up in your home, so you were more than happy to add one more title to your collection.
You had just finished your daily commissions when you heard the sound of the front door opening—followed by quiet footsteps headed your way.
Zayne cracked the bedroom door open slowly, not wanting to wake you if you were already asleep. But when he saw the soft light filtering through, he pushed it open fully.
—Welcome back, honey~
You greeted him in an especially sweet voice, adding a playful new nickname. You loved teasing Zayne and watching his reactions in real time—but lately, with how busy he’d been, your windows of opportunity had been getting fewer and farther between.
Even in the low light, you caught the faint blush dusting his ears and the deep breath he took in response to your greeting.
—Good night to you too. Though I figured you’d be deep in your tenth dream by now.
You stood from the bed, set your phone on the nightstand, and crossed the room in a few easy strides. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
—I had to wait for you… I missed you.
You felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. A soft kiss landed on the top of your head, and when he pulled back slightly, he murmured,
—I missed you too.
Neither of you knew how long you stood there, wrapped up in each other. But after a while, you offered to draw Zayne a bath—part of your ongoing effort to take care of him. “I need my doctor to be healthy and well.”
You made your way to the bathroom to start the water. Meanwhile, Zayne walked to the nightstand to place his glasses down—and that’s when your phone screen caught his attention.
The game was still open, the screen lit up with your avatar. A young man with brown hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. He wore a tie, a crisp white shirt, and a medical coat draped over his shoulders. The last thing Zayne noticed was your username at the top of the screen: “Dr. Snow”.
You had just finished checking the water when you came back into the room, ready to call Zayne over only for him to ask, with a raised brow,
—So… did you get yourself a second doctor?
At first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about. But then you saw your phone in his hand and everything clicked. A slow smile spread across your face.
—Mhm. I figured it’s better to have two doctors. While one’s busy with other patients, the second one can look after me.
Zayne’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him.
When you reached him and gently took the phone from his hand, he didn’t resist. Instead, he asked,
—And which of the two do you think is doing a better job?
You exited the game and set your phone back down on the nightstand. Turning back to Zayne, you looped your arms around his neck.
You pretended to ponder the question, moving one of your hands to tap your finger against your chin in thought. After a few seconds, you finally replied,
—I think Dr. Li is much better at the job than Dr. Snow. The second one’s still too low-level to compete with the first.
—Oh? And what level is Dr. Li exactly?
Zayne asked as he placed both of his hands on your hips. You rose up on your toes, leaned in close, and whispered right into his ear:
—Max level.
Rafayel
Thomas had asked you, practically begged, for help: to convince Rafayel to actually show up to his own exhibition. Rafayel, in turn, had set one condition: you had to be present at every single one.
So you often found yourself tucked away in some quiet corner of an art gallery, quietly watching the crowd that inevitably gathered around your boyfriend. Rafayel would always try to keep you by his side, but you never liked being in the spotlight. So, as usual, you’d quietly slip away, unnoticed, distancing yourself from conversations and curious guests.
At first, you thought it would be easy. A few hours walking around the gallery, looking at the paintings, and then heading home. But with every new exhibition, it all became more and more monotonous. One night, during one such event, boredom finally got the best of you and you pulled out your phone, retreating to your usual quiet little corner.
That’s when you came across a new game. Before committing, you glanced up to find Rafayel. He was still deep in the crowd, utterly absorbed. Judging by the way things were going, it didn’t look like the guests would be letting him go anytime soon.
You tapped “download” and waited for it to install.
You were in his studio.
Rafayel sat on the floor, surrounded by scattered art supplies. A canvas lay in front of him. You were curled up on the couch, your gaze fixed on your phone.
The room was wrapped in a peaceful kind of silence.
At some point, you stood up, still holding your phone, and began to walk. The soft sound of your footsteps caught Rafayel’s attention, and he looked up from his canvas.
The moment his eyes met yours, you dropped down to your knees in front of him, holding the screen of your phone up to his face.
—Which one’s better, the first or the second?
You asked, pointing first to one outfit, then to the other on the screen.
Rafayel blinked, momentarily confused. His brow furrowed. But then his gaze drifted from your calm, focused expression back to the screen. After a moment of inspecting both options, he answered simply:
—The first.
That was all you needed. Without a word, you stood up and returned to your seat on the couch, resuming whatever you’d been doing before. Rafayel, still sitting on the floor, looked after you with the same confused expression—waiting, perhaps, for some sort of explanation.
But when you didn’t offer one, when you just kept scrolling silently on your phone, he finally rose to his feet and approached you.
Coming closer, he managed to catch a glimpse of your screen.
…
—Is that supposed to be ME?!
The outfit he’d chosen—a soft, sky-blue shirt that revealed a portion of the chest and loose-fitting trousers—was now worn by a character with violet hair and eyes like a gradient between rose and turquoise. Even the birthmark on his chest was in the exact same place as his.
Without lifting your gaze from the screen, you gave a small hum of confirmation.
Rafayel sat down beside you abruptly.
—When did you even have time to make this?
—At one of your exhibitions.
He went silent, clearly processing that information. Then, in a slightly wounded tone, he said,
—So you left me alone with potentially dangerous strangers just to go hang out with him?!
It wasn’t long after that you found out Rafayel had downloaded the game too and made his avatar look unmistakably like you. He teased you about it more than once, but eventually, you found yourselves playing together in the evenings. You played as him, and he played as you.
There were rumors going around saying Valko's birthday was supposed to be his release date (July 9th) even tho im late (legit was upset the whole day seeing the new game update and i couldn't think of how to draw him) Happy birthday dear wolfie🥳🎂🍫🐺
I'll get better at art so i can draw you everyday💜
