I have to make some kind of master list post soon! I’m still experimenting with headers and fonts and stuff bc I’ve never posted on tumblr before. But it’s fun!!!
themes/cw: nsfw!!!!, nerd Valko in his lab coat and glasses, a little bit of fluff, explicit sexual content (masturbation, handjob, Valko is very …vocal >.>)
summary: You’ve returned early from your work trip and planned to surprise your boyfriend at the lab. But you find him in a rather compromising situation, in desperate need of a helping hand.
word count: ~ 1.8k
notes: we obviously don’t know that much about him (yet) but I’m sure Valko is a very good boy ♡( ◡‿◡ )
You were smiling at your phone like a dumbass. Because yes, you were on a top-secret mission and your boyfriend had no clue you were going to surprise him by returning one day early from your work trip. You had set up the perfect trap.
Valko<3: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Three weeks are an eternity.
y/n: Are you gonna survive one last lonely night without me?
Valko<3: Still at the lab. Text me when you get to Linkon tomorrow? I have a whole thing planned
y/n: Busy bee, see you tomorrow
The emoji of the tiny wolf that held a pulsing heart into the camera was wiggling happily as you stared at the chat, grinning at his text. He was completely oblivious. Good.
You thought about Valko once again being the last one at the lab, fully immersed in his research while the world around him could crash and burn without him noticing.
He’d slept there more than once, returning home with a messy head of hair and dark circles under his eyes. You feared that he’d practically lived there during your absence and prepared yourself to give him a little lecture about setting boundaries, taking care of your body’s needs and prioritizing rest every once in a while.
The car came to a halt in front of the large company building. You thanked the driver, tipping him generously in your ever rising good mood. You used the keycard Valko had given you, passing the empty hallway and waving at one of the security cameras to leave your boyfriend a little surprise for later.
Perhaps he already knew you were coming; it was basically impossible to be sneaky around him. His senses were always one step ahead, sniffing out every secret at once – literally. But once you got to the fifth floor, the corridor lay empty in front of you, only a few faint lights gleaming from the row of abandoned offices.
Valko’s office was just as empty. However, there was evidence for his presence all over the room – empty chocolate milk cartons, candy bar wrappers and countless sheets of messy paperwork. His monitors were on, showing a screensaver with a slideshow of your couple photos and you grinned at the goofy pictures he’d chosen, feeling a fresh row of butterflies invade your stomach.
God, you had missed him so much.
The door to his office was fully opened but there was no sign of him anywhere in the room. Once you stepped back into the corridor, you heard something from further down the hallway. Grinning, you sneaked down toward the door of the changing rooms, planning a surprise attack and hoping Valko was too preoccupied to notice.
Soft grunts travelled through the space of the door that he’d left ajar and you frowned at the sound of his labored breaths, worry rising in your chest. However, when you stepped into the doorframe, you were faced with a sight you had not been expecting.
Your boyfriend was indeed too preoccupied to notice your presence.
He stood on the other side of the room in front of the large row of lockers that the employees usually used to store their belongings in. His back was turned slightly so that you could only see his side profile, one hand resting against a half-opened locker door, fingers splayed against the metal surface.
He was wearing his lab coat and glasses, head lowered and cheeks flushed, eyes closed in an expression of need and concentration. His other hand was busy stroking his cock with a piece of clothing wrapped around it. His belt was unbuckled, his pants in disarray still on his hips as if he’d started the whole thing in a rush.
You swallowed at the sight, cheeks burning from the intimate moment you were intruding. At the same time, you felt it all way between your legs, stomach filled with more nervous fluttering.
He was using your tank top. You must’ve stored some of your clothing here before you had left for your trip and then forgotten about them.
A moan spilled from your boyfriend’s lips as he kept working his already leaking cock, completely immersed in whatever fantasy was playing in his head. He was mumbling to himself, voice brimming with arousal. “Fucking hell– ngh, yeah, just–like–that.”
Valko had always been clingy, eager to touch and feel you close whenever he got the chance; you loved him for it. But this was new. The sheer desperation on his features while getting off to nothing but your scent and the idea of you ...
You shifted, squeezing your thighs together and leaning against the doorframe, eyes fixed on the filthy scene in front of you.
Valko stilled and his head snapped up, gaze meeting yours with full intensity. His eyes lingered on you for a second of pure want, an almost feral glint burning amid liquid amber.
Your knees felt like they would give out underneath you; a hot knot of arousal tightening in your core.
A second passed, then he seemed to realize exactly what he’d been caught doing. He started to fumble with his belt, cheeks turning bright red all the way up to his ears.
“Sweetheart, what are you– fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t ...” He bumped his head against the locker door, letting out an annoyed groan. “I’m so sorry, baby. I found your clothes and then there was your scent and I hadn’t seen you in three weeks and I ...” He was rambling now and you couldn’t help but smile at how endearing that actually was.
“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to feel bad about it.” You crossed the room, pulse still thundering from what you had witnessed only moments before, and brought a hand up to his cheek to make him meet your eyes.
He looked so guilty, caught in the act, that desperate need for relief still very evident on his flushed features. His glasses sat a little crooked on his nose and your stomach flip-flopped at the sight, flooding you with every memory of you missing him these past three weeks.
He wasn’t the only one who’d grown a little desperate.
“You had to take care of this all by yourself?” Your gaze dropped to his still open pants, lab coat covering most of the mess. “You really missed me that much, huh?”
“So much.” The hand that was holding your tank top formed to a fist and his chest trembled under the weight of your gaze alone. “I promise, I wanted to wait but, God, that scent ...”
“It’s okay.” You took a step closer, closing a hand around his erection, gently brushing your thumb across his tip. “I’m here now. Let me help you with that.”
His head tipped back at the sensation, a choked moan trapped in his throat. “Fuck, ah–”
You were surprising yourself with your newfound confidence but your skin was on fire. The sight of Valko’s expression as he was melting beneath your touch was enough reassurance to keep going.
You took another step, gently pushing him back against the wall of lockers as you kept stroking him in a steady rhythm. Your other hand pushed his shirt to the side as your fingers brushed his toned abs. You marveled at the sight, watching and feeling his abdomen flex as you kept pleasuring him.
He was cute like this – all yours, so far gone from a mere touch.
“Can you tell me what you were thinking about before I came in here?” You asked sweetly, holding his gaze with a soft smile. “Were you thinking about me?”
“Yes, I– ngh, was thinking about kissing you again, how you would taste...” The last word bled into a whimper; his head tipped toward you, forehead resting on your shoulder. “Ah, fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
You increased your pace slightly and could feel him tense beneath your touch. He nuzzled your neck and moaned into your ear as his fangs ghosted across your skin. “I was so good this whole time, you have to believe me. And now you’re really here with– ngh– me.”
“I’m here. I’ll take care of you,” you reassured him. With your free hand, you softly guided him to look at you. His gaze half-lidded and hazy. “You’re so pretty, so good for me. Are you close, baby?”
He nodded, his face completely unguarded. You leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, inviting him to taste you and he didn’t need to be told twice.
His mouth found yours with bottomless hunger, tongue pushing past your lips to drag against yours repeatedly. He was kissing you like a starved man, impatient and devoted. It swept you off your feet, leaving your knees a wobbly mess – although you had initiated the kiss, he was the one taking control as if whatever little restraint he had left had now completely abandoned him as well.
He moaned into your mouth as he came into your hand – hard and trembling all over. You let him thrust into you until he’d rode out his orgasm, then you kissed him again. Slow, this time, tongue brushing across his bottom lip as you smiled into him.
You felt him melt beneath your touch as he kept going, deepening the kiss once more until both of you were out of breath, gasping into each other’s mouths.
“Hi,” you said to him, still trying to catch your breath. “Oh and– Surprise.”
Valko’s mouth kicked up into a grin that travelled all the way up to his eyes; he was still so flushed it was endearing. “Hi, sweetheart.”
You reached for the open locker and found a towel. “That was… unexpected,” you told him as you started to carefully clean up the both of you.
Valko pressed a kiss to your hair, then playfully nipped at your earlobe. “I missed you so, so much. I tried to be good, I really did, I promise.”
You laughed as he nuzzled your neck again, using his fangs to leave an affectionate bite – you had missed those. “Yeah?” You helped him readjust his pants and lab coat before you pushed the askew glasses back up his nose. Then, you placed your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaning close to his ear. “You have been suuuch a good boy, haven’t you? All this time?”
You dragged out the words in a teasing manner, trying to stifle a giggle. A second later, you found yourself thrown over your boyfriend’s shoulder, his hand resting against the back of your thigh while your hands pushed yourself up on his back.
“Valko!” You gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m only getting started.” You could feel his muscles shift beneath you as a low laugh rumbled through him. He was parading back into his office, carrying you as if you weighed nothing, smug satisfaction bleeding into his every word. “I’ll show you just how good I can be.”
themes/cw: porn without plot, tension, friends to lovers kinda, kissing, Xavier in his uniform, explicit sexual content (fingering, thigh riding)
summary: Xavier shows up at your doorstep after a long day of work, guards lowered and in need of some company. Once he notices you’ve been dealing with some pent up frustration of your own he’s more than happy to help….
word count: ~ 2.5k
notes: soft spoken, love drunk Xavier has me in a chokehold; he’s comforting AND a hot mess
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The sound of the doorbell caught you off guard. You sat up on your couch, cheeks flushed, the display of your e-reader still showing evidence of your nightly reading. It was that time of the month again and you couldn’t help but feel restless and in need of some relief. But now you only felt caught in the act.
You didn’t even expect someone to show up at this hour; it was after midnight already.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hurried knock.
You stood, hesitant whether this was a a possible break in or just one of your neighbours trying the wrong door.
That’s when it clicked. You only had one neighbour you recently found at your doorstep ...
You hurried to open, finding a dishevelled Xavier, just as expected. His gaze flicked up to yours, his blue a fervent mess. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You noticed he was wearing his hunter uniform. He looked exhausted and a little beside himself. “What happened to you?”
“I ...” He frowned, lips twisting and you noticed the cut on his bottom lip. “Had a rough day. Can I come in?”
You stepped aside to let him pass, your stomach tied in a knot of worry. “Xavier, are you hurt?”
He let out a weighted breath as he took off his gloves, back turned to you. He was standing there like a lost cause and your heart squeezed at the sight.
Xavier had always been a good friend to you. You’d spent many nights eating take out, watching movies, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders. Like a quiet compromise, spending each other company, having each other’s back ...
You were friends. And still, the fact that he came to you in a state like this made you feel strangely appreciated.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He offered you a soft smile. “I didn’t want to be alone, is all. I hope I didn’t wake you up?” He glanced into the living room where a small light was on and a wine glass stood abandoned on the coffee table.
“No, you didn’t. I was just ...” You shrugged, trying to keep a calm expression. “Reading.”
His gaze had softened and his smile bled into the blue of his eyes as if he knew something you didn’t. “Ah.”
For a wicked moment, you thought about him taking the distance and kissing you against the closed door. Still in his uniform, your hands in his already messy hair ...
“Is it weird that I’m here?” Xavier asked, breaking your illusion. He must’ve seen something on your features because he frowned. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you. I–”
“No!” You blurted, shaking your head. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a glass of wine.” Your eyes settled on his mouth, studying the cut. “And maybe the first aid kit?”
Xavier averted his eyes. He cleared his throat, then nodded at your offer. “Really, I’m fine.”
~
Five minutes later you returned to the living room with a fresh glass and the first aid kit only to find Xavier already on the couch, eyeing your e-reader with raised eyebrows.
You froze, suddenly realizing you left it there unlocked with a very compromising scene on full display.
With burning cheeks, you joined him on the couch, pouring him a glass of wine and nudging the e-reader out of sight, trying to act oblivious.
You felt Xavier’s gaze on you, his hand resting close to where you took a seat. You offered him the glass of wine and a smile. He took a sip, never letting go of your gaze; his expression remained completely unreadable. When he lowered the glass to the table, your gaze once again dipped to his mouth, inspecting the cut on his bottom lip.
His jaw tensed and you frowned at him. “Does it hurt?”
“What?” He seemed surprised by the question, puzzled even.
You reached for him without thinking, carefully taking his chin in your hand, angling his head to get a better view of the injury. Once again, his jaw muscles worked under your touch. “That’s a nasty cut.”
“y/n ...” The sound of your name on his lips, all hoarse and a little desperate, caught you off guard.
You looked up at him, finding him staring at you already, pupils blown as if ...
You drew back, letting go of his face but he was reaching for you, hand closing around your wrist. The contact of skin sent a tingling sensation all the way up your spine.
“Let me help you with that,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.
The moment stretched on, his eyes locked on yours as if he was weighing his options.
This was new – you’d always felt a certain tension around him, couldn’t deny that he was handsome and his voice a soothing calm after a stressful day. But you had never actively allowed yourself to feel more; you had dreams about this; sometimes your mind slipped ... But this situation was real. He was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.
“There is something you can help me with,” he said after a few seconds. His voice was calm, his words carefully picked out.
“What is it?”
He loosened the grip on your wrist to brush his fingers up your arm – more tingling sensations, more fuel for your already spiralling mind. Your breath hitched as he reached your shoulder and he stopped, gaze dropping to your neck and your exposed collar bones, then back up to your lips where it remained.
Your heart was hammering in your chest at the anticipation. You didn’t dare to move, wishing for him to take the first step.
But something suddenly shifted in his expression. He leaned back, restoring distance between you and leaving your skin achingly empty where his fingers had touched you seconds before.
“Perhaps” – his eyes fluttered shut, his whole face flushed up to his ears – “I really am hurt. I seem to have lost any sense of restraint tonight.”
You swallowed at the words, shifting closer to him on the couch. “Xavier, what’s going on with you?”
He was resting his head on the couch, eyes opening halfway to reveal a hooded gaze. The way he was looking at you was enough to make you squirm, subtly pressing your legs together at the rising anticipation in your core.
It didn’t help that you had been feeling on edge all night already thanks to your cycle; the possibility of Xavier in your apartment looking at you like he wanted to ruin you wasn’t exactly making you think rationally.
“What were you reading?” He suddenly asked, snapping you out of your fantasy.
A fresh wave of heat rushed to your cheeks and you glanced at the e-reader now pushed beneath a couch cushion. “Uh ... I ... Just some book.” As if he didn’t know already.
“You can tell me, you know.” His hand flexed beside him. “Maybe we can help each other?”
You shifted again, unable to hide how his words were impacting your body, pooling right between your legs. You were already too far gone. “What do you mean?”
It was a dumb question, really. But Xavier’s smile was soft and a little strained as his gaze roamed over you again. “Come here.”
You did as he told you without hesitating. Only when you sat close to him, when your legs were touching and he was leaning over to nuzzle your neck with his nose, you allowed yourself to breathe again. It came out all shaky and harsh and Xavier chuckled quietly against your skin, drinking you in for a moment before moving his nose to brush against your jaw, then your cheek. “You smell so good, y/n.” He sighed as if revelling in that very scent for a moment. “I missed it so much.”
“I missed you too,” you admitted to him and he stilled, drawing back just enough to look at you through half-lidded eyes.
“You did?” His lips were ghosting over yours. “Did you think of me when you read that book?”
You felt your stomach flip at the question, at the tone of his voice – all of Xavier’s gentle kindness yet laced with something darker. All new. All yours for the taking.
“Yes.” The words fell from your mouth in an involuntary confession. But you didn’t have time to regret it because he was already kissing you.
He was so warm, gentle yet just rough enough as he leaned closer, demanding your lips to part for him so his tongue could brush against your bottom lip, then further up against your own tongue.
You moaned at the sensation of him taking what he wanted from you, feeling the rough cut of his small injury as he deepened the kiss. His hand came up to your neck to steady you and press you further up against him at the same time as if it was still not enough, as if he wanted even more.
“All this time, I thought I was imagining things.” He breathed in between more kisses. “I thought you would never crave what I crave.”
Your stomach flip-flopped again. You drew back, taking his face in your hands. “You really mean it?” Your thumb brushed over the cut on his bottom lip, your gaze followed.
He groaned softly into your touch. “When you look at me like that, I want to ...”
Your eyes snapped back up to his. “Yes?”
The next kiss was harsher. You put your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap, a rough sound leaving his throat as you lowered your weight onto him.
“You must feel so tense after reading that book,” he breathed, lips brushing from your mouth to your jaw and further down to your collarbone. He sucked at the skin, aiming to leave a mark and you felt that same ache between your legs again, desperate for relief.
He hummed as if in understanding, hand brushing over your bare thigh up to the hem of your shorts. “I told you, I can help you.” He squeezed at the squishy skin of your thighs, drawing a gasp from you. “You can use me to find some relief.”
When you looked at him you felt yourself tremble. He was watching you with intent, waiting for your response. You nodded, shifting in his lap and feeling him already hard against his pants. He was still wearing his uniform and your mind already went wild with imagery of him pressing you against the couch, burying himself inside you.
But Xavier had different plans, it seemed. He gripped your hips to guide you over him until you were situated with your knees on either side of his left leg, your shorts bunched up high on your thighs, pressing against your throbbing entrance.
He was leaning back, watching you as he flexed his thigh.
It was a subtle sensation with all those layers of clothes beneath you, but your hips rolled forward anyway, providing a wave of perfect friction.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you circled your hips again, settling into a quick and desperate rhythm almost immediately.
Xavier’s hands gripped your hips, pushing you down and angling his leg to aid you. “Does that feel good?”
“Mh, y-yeah.” You couldn’t help but revel in the friction of your movements. You had been pent up all day, trying to touch yourself to chase relief but this was so much better than anything you could’ve conjured in your imagination.
“Xavier,” you gasped, opening your eyes to find him watching you, his blue gaze glazed over, as if your pleasure alone was getting him off just as much.
“I know, baby.” His hands were still on you, guiding your hips. “I got you. Can you show me how much you missed me?”
His words had your hips jerking uncontrollably as you were chasing that high. They sent you right over the edge in an intense orgasm. You kept humping his thigh, one hand clutching his uniform, the other hand gripping his shoulder as you rode out your high until you collapsed into him with panting breaths.
His arms were around you, steadying you and pulling you in a close embrace. He nipped at your earlobe, and you shuddered, burying your face in his neck.
“I’m glad,” he said in that same soft voice as before, “that I’m not the only one who imagined this.”
You brushed your thumb over the cut on his lip again. “Is it now my turn to help you?”
He shook his head, pushing you off his thigh only to flip you over onto the couch so he could tower over you.
“I’m sure I can get one more from you.” His voice was nearly a whisper as he slipped a hand into your shorts, beneath your soaked slip. You gasped as he dragged one finger along your folds, slipping it in and curling it against that sensitive spot. Your hips twitched against his hand, still sensitive from the first orgasm but chasing the sensation as your hand gripped his hair.
He slipped another finger in, watching your face as his lips were hovering above yours. “See? You’re still pretty tense.”
“Please, Xavier.” You were outright moaning his name because his thumb was now circling your clit as he kept moving his fingers in a lazy rhythm. “I need it.”
“So beautiful.” He hummed in understanding, then pressed a kiss to your temple. “Right here?” He was hitting a spot that sent stars through your vision, gripping your hips and holding you down while you kept grinding up against him. “Are you gonna cum again, baby? Just for me?”
“Y-Yes.”
Your second orgasm ripped through you just as intensely as the first one. You were clinging to Xavier as you gasped his name, hands fisting into his uniform as you came undone beneath him.
He kissed you before you could fully recover, starting slowly, lazy strokes of his tongue licking into your mouth and lapping up your moans as he let you use his hand to ride out that second high.
Your eyes fluttered open as his hand left your shorts only so he could brush his thumb against your mouth, gaze ravenous. You opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucked as your eyes remained fixed on him.
His jaw tensed and his eyes went glassy as he watched you and when he lowered his hand to kiss you again, you could hear him moan softly in the back of his throat.
You were completely breathless, your knees wobbly and your shorts and panties ruined. You brushed a hand through Xavier’s hair, watching his face as he kept hovering above you. He was looking ever hungry, probably painfully hard against his pants by now.
But when you slid your hand between the two of you, reaching for his belt, he caught your wrist, then pressed a kiss to your palm before continuing up your arm. He was bunching your shirt up all the way to your breasts, then pressed his mouth to your belly, fingers hooking into your shorts as that half-lidded gaze found yours again.
“Now,” he said, tone laced with more dangerous intent, “I’m gonna use my tongue.”
I cannot believe there is still NOTHING from the English LADS account. Why is there such a huge storage requirement for the update? How is the main story even gonna continue without Valko?
I’m sad. This whole situation has me in a chokehold since the cancellation and it’s getting ANNOYING
themes/cw: nsfw!!!! explicit sexual content, tiny tiny bit of angst, sleepy Caleb
summary: you wake up from a nightmare but your boyfriend is there to comfort you
notes: very short, very little plot >.>
_
You wake up with a racing heart, breath loud and a little unsteady in the otherwise silent bedroom.
It’s still dark, only the faint gleam of a streetlight enters the room.
You’re safe, you tell yourself. It was just a nightmare.
“Hey.” The soft voice next to you floods you with welcome familiarity. “Everything okay?”
You turn to face him, relief washing over you as you see Caleb’s sleepy expression.
Slowly, you move closer, leaning in to press the briefest kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. You hover over him as if asking for permission and Caleb’s gladly entertaining your wish because he leans in to kiss you again. Slowly, testing the waters, melting against you with every passing second.
“What’s going on, Pips?” He breathes, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Just a nightmare,” you admit. “Can you distract me a little bit?”
Your hand brushes his bare stomach beneath the covers and he nods, not wasting another second to kiss you again.
He rolls over to your side, leaning over you as his necklace dangles from his neck. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You smile at his concern, then nod. As he lowers his mouth back onto yours, brushing his lips softly over yours, he’s so gentle your heart squeezes.
“Please, Caleb, I need you.”
He kisses slowly down your neck, hand trailing to your chest beneath your sleeping shirt, drawing lazy circles across your skin. “You need me?”
“Yes.” You gasp as his hand trails lower, not wasting another second to dip into your panties, fingertips ghosting over your folds.
“Oh, baby.” His thumb grazes your clit as he kisses you again. “You’re wet already?”
Your body melts beneath his touch, desperate for any kind of distraction, for anything that reminds you you’re here with Caleb, safe and sound.
He’s kissing you with devotion, fingers grazing your cunt, drawing soothing circles while his tongue slides against yours, taking his time to taste you.
Your hands are in his hair as you pull him closer; you feel lightheaded from the kiss alone and you’re so wet that he can easily slip two fingers in at once.
You moan softly into his mouth to signalize your approval and he smiles against your lips. “You’re good, aren’t you? Right here with me where you belong.”
“Only with you,” you mumble hazily as his fingers keep at it in an achingly slow pace.
“Good.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “I want you on top. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes.” You moan again as he brushes your clit with his finger, then pulls you both up to a sitting position.
He licks his fingers as he watches you pull the shirt above your head and tossing it to the side.
His purple eyes are grey in the darkened room; shadows linger on his face and his breathing hitches as you touch him to run your fingers down his bare chest.
You guide him back against the headboard, removing his underwear as he watches you with hungry eyes.
His cock is already hard and leaking and you close your hand around it to work him a few times, drawing a gasp from Caleb’s lips.
But you’re as impatient as he is. You want to feel him.
You shift on top of him, aligning your body with his, guiding his cock to your entrance and sinking down slowly.
He’s big but you’re so wet and impatient that he enters you smoothly, filling you up completely.
Caleb tips his head back at the sensation, a choked moan leaving his throat. “Fuck, Pips, you feel amazing.”
You begin to roll your hips, desperate to feel all of him and forgetting about that stupid nightmare.
Your hands roam his abdomen and chest, caressing the flexing muscles beneath his skin before you lean in to kiss him again.
He grips your hips with his hands to guide you, eyes glassy with desire as he watches you through dark lashes. “Is that mh– a good enough distraction?”
His fingers come to aid you, circling your clit and sending you all the way to your high.
“Fuck, Caleb.” You grip the headboard as you fall apart around him, riding out your orgasm and dragging him along a few seconds later.
He leans forward to wrap his arms around you as he cums, burying his face in your neck as he praises you sweetly.
Panting, you run a hand through his hair, urging him to look at you as you kiss him slowly, biting his lip in the process and moving your hips ever so slightly to tease him a little and make him whine in your mouth.
“I love you so much,” he says as he lowers you onto the mattress again and presses a kiss to your collarbone. “Feeling a little better?”
“A little.” You can’t help but stifle a laugh. “Thank you for distracting me.”
Caleb’s confidence bleeds into the grin that spreads on his lips. “Oh, I can keep doing this aaall night.”
He reaches for your nightstand and cleans the sticky mess between your legs, then presses a kiss to your stomach. “Any other requests?”
The way he looks up at you from that angle gives your stomach a small flip. You smile, brushing the hair from his forehead. “Can you hold me until I fall asleep again?”
You don’t have any more nightmares that night, just Caleb’s strong arms wrapped around you, warm and full of comfort.
I have one more 🔞 Caleb thingy but today I realized I am feral for Xavier – no news to me tbh but man he is kinda a weak spot for me. I wanna write something about him……
You barely waited for your apartment door to close fully before you tugged him toward you, grabbing his jaw and smashing your lips against his. Valko, momentarily caught off guard, kissed you back immediately, pinning you against the door. He gasped against your mouth as his hand reached up to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
The room filled with the sound of breathless kisses. You grazed your teeth across his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along his skin, only for him to impatiently pull your face back to his so he could continue tasting you.
A subtle whine left his throat when you pulled back from his hold.
“Wait, val– Do you have protection?”
The wolf boy’s ears instantly perked up, snapping on high alert, and his previously frantic tail went completely still.
“Protection?” He spun around to face the inside of your apartment, chest heaving. “Why what’s in here? I have a gun.” He scanned the room, looking around like he was trying to pinpoint where the danger was hiding.
Your jaw dropped, a small, amused huff escaping your lips. “Val- that’s not what I- wait, why do you have a gun?”
themes: drunk (and a little devious) Zayne, competitive reader, blindfolding, making out!!!!
summary: You challenge Zayne to a game of pool and discover a side of him you haven’t seen yet …
word count: ~ 1.5k
notes: we all know and love the “exclusive tutorial” card, right? well, here’s my take on it
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“Your turn, Doctor Zayne.”
You lowered the billiard cue in a fluid motion, fingers wrapped around the expensive wood. You were looking at Zayne with a spark of mischief and unwavering confidence, too certain of your victory already.
Zayne walked around the pool table, eyeing the black eight with contemplation. He knew that this was his only chance to pocket the ball, but luck wasn’t with him tonight. You had played with ease, chatting and laughing and teasing him with your gaze alone. And although Zayne had never harbored a competitive spirit, you had put him to the test.
One game, you’d proposed after the second round of drinks. Or are you scared to lose?
Of course, Zayne wasn’t scared to lose. But he wasn’t fond of it either.
That’s how you'd ended up there: in the back of the hotel bar, jackets thrown atop a chair, three games of pool later. Tied for the final win.
Zayne blinked the haziness of the alcohol away. Although he knew it didn’t bode well with him, he’d indulged in one drink after his first victory and the sour expression it brought to your face. A few sips at best but they were taking their toll on him already.
He took his cue and the small piece of chalk, eyes still fixed on the number eight which seemed to mock him from its impossible spot.
“No more stalling.” You walked around the table and stopped right next to him, placing your hand on the playing field and tilting your head at him ever so slightly. “Or do you want to forfeit?”
Zayne narrowed his eyes. He leaned in towards you; the corner of his mouth lifted harshly. “Your distractions won’t work on me, y/n.”
You smiled, never letting go of Zayne’s gaze. You liked him this way – a little on edge, letting his ambition peek through.
Your fingers reached for his tie, tugging at it playfully. “I can’t help myself, that suit looks too good on you.” You angled your head a little lower as if hinting at a kiss. “You know, there are so many things we could do on this table instead.”
Zayne's eyes darkened as if indulging in the image already. His voice, however was calm. “Go ahead, then. Admit your defeat.”
You frowned up at him, stubborn as ever. Of course you wouldn’t forfeit your win. You liked to watch Zayne squirm but your main goal was to distract him enough so you could win the last game.
A small smile lingered in the corner of Zayne’s mouth. “I thought so.”
He took his cue and positioned himself in an angle that seemed just right for his final shot. It was a difficult manoeuvre but if he hit the cushion at the perfect spot, he might be able to pocket his win.
Carefully aiming at the treacherous ball, Zayne bent down, muscles tense to maintain the right angle. He closed one eye to select his target, held his breath, drew his arm back to make the shot.
That was your cue.
You shifted your weight, moving ever so slightly as you leaned in again, subtle enough not draw suspicions.
The whole night, Zayne’s gaze had raked over your figure, dipping to your low neckline or your mouth. The whole night, he’d watched your movements as your black dress hugged just the right spots of your curves – as if only waiting for Zayne to place his hands on your waist and pull you close.
He’d made it so easy for you to distract him.
Zayne’s cue hit the ball with just the right amount of pressure, however a little too far left. It rolled across the playing field and hit the black eight, which missed the pocket by an inch.
He closed his eyes and you could see him swallow his frustrations.
You willed a perfectly crafted frown to your face, feigning innocence. “Pity,” you said in a tone that suggested you weren't feeling sorry at all.
Zayne’s gaze met you with a force that sent a tingle up your spine. As if he was about to push you down on the table and let you taste your own medicine.
His cheeks were flushed and he looked a little devious.
“Your turn,” he said, passing the cue and reaching for his drink instead, emptying it in one motion.
You raised both brows at him. “Sore loser already?”
“You didn’t win yet.”
Zayne brought a hand to his tie to loosen it, skilled fingers flexing and reminding you of all the other things they were perfectly capable of. “How about” – as the knot came undone, he pulled the piece of fabric from his neck into his palm – “we raise the stakes?”
You smiled at him. “Oh?”
“You’re so sure of your abilities already. What do you say, do you really need all of your senses to win?”
You laughed, convinced he was teasing you. “You’re drunk.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared to lose?” Zayne took a step towards you, offering you the makeshift blindfold in his palm. “To me of all people?”
Oh.
He really was serious about this.
Your eyes shifted from his hand to his face, hesitating.
He looked too pleased with himself. “I thought a skilled hunter like you would never back down from a challenge?”
Hesitation lingered for a moment longer before your competitive spirit returned with blazing force.
You lowered the cue and motioned at the tie. “Alright. Let’s make my win final.”
Zayne covered your eyes with the fabric, taking his time to gently move strands of hair out of the way, accidentally brushing his fingertips across your temples and neck when he finished the knot.
Your skin grew hot in a matter of seconds, your pulse fluttering like a bird’s wing beneath Zayne’s touches.
It was a whole new side to Zayne you were discovering.
“All done,” he said, letting his hands linger on your shoulders for a second before he leaned in to speak softly into your ear: “Good luck.”
You shivered ever so slightly at the sensation of his breath against you neck before you stepped away from him again.
“What do I get if I win?” You asked, positioning yourself to take the shot.
You leaned down and took a few seconds to adjust the cue, recalling the image of your target. It was too easy, really. You could see it clearly in front of you.
“Isn’t winning enough?”
You pushed the cue forward and hit the ball without any hesitations. It collided with the black eight, sent it rolling across the playing field and … dropped into the pocket.
You grinned at the sound of your final victory, turning to Zayne.
“No cheers?” You kept your voice playfully innocent, not even bothering to take of the blindfold. “No booing?”
Perhaps that was the last drop in an already full glass, or perhaps he was being a sore loser – a drunk one at that – but instead of words, you heard his footsteps drawing closer.
A second later, his mouth crashed onto yours and he was gripping your waist, catching you completely off guard.
His common sense had clearly been abandoned somewhere with that empty whiskey glass of his.
It took a moment for you to react but then your fingers were in his hair, pulling him closer, causing both of your bodies to stumble back against the pool table.
The cue rattled when it fell to the ground in the same instant as Zayne's arms lifted you onto the table with ease, deepening the kiss with an intensity that sent your thoughts into a spiral.
Your breaths felt heavy and hungry, and Zayne didn’t seem to think about stopping.
That kiss had ignited like a match and now the fire was spreading everywhere he was touching you.
His tongue slid against yours as you tugged at his hair, closing your legs around him and drawing a muffled groan from his throat.
He dragged his tie away from your eyes and your mind cleared for a moment, only to be met with the same puzzlement you felt on Zayne’s face.
His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed and the collar of his expensive dress shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned.
Whatever this foolish competition had sparked within him, you felt thrilled at the outcome.
“You cheated,” Zayne finally said, breathless. One hand was resting next to you on the table while the other one was still holding on to your waist. He pressed a fluttering kiss to your jaw, then further down your neck, humming against your skin. “In more ways than one.”
You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips, reveling in your triumph.
You took the tie from Zayne, using both hands to reattach the makeshift blindfold around his neck as well as readjusting his ruined collar in the process.
“I won.” You patted his chest and offered him an innocent smile. “I couldn’t ask for a better outcome.”
themes: sfw!! only a bit of kissing and making out, banter, fighting as flirting aka my favorite genre
summary: Valko invites you to a training session and repeatedly kicks your ass in close combat. However, there’s one advantage you have on him: your scent …
notes: only a short snippet, feral and needy Valko is very dear to me
“You’re doing it wrong.” Valko was disarming you again, the third time in a row now.
Agreeing to let him train with you seemed like an awful idea in hindsight.
You were wiping the sweat from your brow, holding up your palm to him, demanding your weapon. “It’s not fair. My senses aren’t that good. You might forget about this from time to time but I’m not a wolf.”
“So what? You’re just gonna avoid the targets that you can’t beat?” He cocked his head, beaming at you with a shameless grin. “Isn’t that what you call a coward?”
He was trying to provoke you, you knew him well enough by now. Unfortunately, it was working.
You tried to snatch your dagger but Valko was dodging the attack without so much as looking at you. “Sweetheart, we’re not done with the lesson yet.”
“You’re strict today,” you grumbled, retrieving a hair tie from your pocket and pulling your hair into a ponytail.
Cool air hit your sweaty neck as you bent it from side to side, trying to loosen some of the previous tension.
When you looked back at Valko, you found him staring at you, wolf ears twitching and cheeks flushed ever so slightly.
“What?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Better tell me now before I kick your ass. Fourth time’s the charm!”
Something was going on in that head of his but you couldn’t but your finger on it. His gaze raked over you in a way that caused your skin to tingle.
He was so … intense all of a sudden. His whole demeanor had changed from one second to the next.
“Are you messing with me again?” You stepped closer to him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and raising your brows expectantly.
“Maybe you’re right and we should call it a day.” He cleared his throat, spun the dagger in his hand and offered it to you with a strained smile. “Raincheck?”
“But–“ Once you’d retrieved your weapon, he’d already turned on his heels, marching toward the exit of the now empty gym.
“Hey!” You were starting to lose your patience with him. “Wait!”
An idea took shape in your mind. What if that was another test? An attempt to lower your guard?
A surprise attack could seal the deal …
You gripped the dagger, charged at him and flung your arms over his shoulders, using your whole weight to force him off balance before your blade landed at his throat.
It was a poor attempt for a sneak attack but hey, this time, you’d actually made it far enough to lay hands on him!
“Ha! Told you!”
Valko tensed under your touch. You were clinging to him, panting, unsure whether you were actually the one having the upper hand here.
He was so damn big. His arms strained against your grip. His wolf ears twitched nervously as you kept panting against his neck, your short-lived triumph already wavering.
“Y/n …” The strained sound of his voice caused you to loosen the grip you had on him, drawing back.
Guilt kept rushing through you, realizing you might’ve crossed a line you weren’t supposed to. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–“
But you couldn’t finish the sentence. Valko was already facing you again, the look in his eyes so wild the words remained stuck in your throat.
His jaw was set, his green eyes darkened with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
He did look like a wolf, then. Furious and hungry as if you were the prey he’d chosen to pursue.
“Please,” he said as he stepped closer, his tail shifting from side to side in anticipation, his voice low and impatient. “You know cannot tease me like that. You can …” He winced, stopping in front of you.
You blinked at him, unable to look away. “Valko, what are you talking about?”
His gaze dropped to your mouth, then to your neck and his eyes seemed to glaze over. “Your scent …”
“My …” Then, realization hit. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about it when I put my hair up.”
You knew how riled up it could get him, especially when you were working up a sweat or he hadn’t seen you in a while.
You hadn’t even thought about that today, caught up in your ambitions to finally land a hit against him.
Exposing your neck to him like this … Valko had told you before that your scent was stronger that way. Like he could taste you through the sound of your pulse alone.
You threw him an apologetic look. “Is it bad?”
He twisted his mouth, fangs flashing briefly. “Bad?” His throat bobbed. “It’s taking everything in me not to jump you right now.” He takes another step, eyes still set on your neck. “Let me have a taste, will you, swetheart?” His gaze was searching yours now, desperate in a way it set your cheeks ablaze.
You swallowed and he watched your mouth, studying your expression with wolfish precision.
He was so close then, leaning in, eyes fluttering shut with a blissful expression. His wolf ears twitched and his hand brushed across your bare forearm, up, up, up until he’d reached your shoulder.
“Please,” he begged again. “I’ll be so good.” The last word cracked on his tongue.
The way he was looking at you sent a rush of adrenaline through your whole body.
Your heart thundered in your chest as you nodded at him.
A moment later, he’d pressed you up against the wall, burying his face in your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, fangs scraping against you and drawing a gasp from your lips.
“So perfect,” he said, completely lost in his haze, hands squeezing your hips as he kept nuzzling your neck. “You smell so fucking divine.”
You giggled at his praise, brushing a hand through his hair and scratching behind his wolf ear. “Are you admiting defeat, then?”
He licked across your neck one last time before he drew back, eyes still ablaze, lowering himself on his knees in front of you.
His gaze never left yours as he did, taking your hand and nuzzling against it.
You laughed again. “So about those targets I can’t beat …” Your hand brushed his cheek before your fingers tightened around his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
He was a goner, you knew it from the look in his eyes right before he pulled you towards him, lips crashing down on yours.
The kiss was brimming with impatience. He slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly before he bit you again, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you up as he stood. You didn’t even have time to react because he’d already thrown you over his shoulder with an ease that bordered on arrogance.
“Hey!” You protested against him, trying to kick your way free.
But Valko was holding you down effortlessly as he crossed the room, digging his fingers into your thighs in a possessive yet gentle manner.
“Easy there, sweetheart.” You could hear the lopsided grin in his voice, boasting with pride. “I’ll give you that one win but there’s still so much more I can teach you.”
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