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Almost immediately, he panics. Fear strikes his chest as he sits up, searching for your figure. Sure, you'd had an argument before bed, but you hadn't left, right?
Right?
When he stumbles into the living room, about to run out the door and see if your car still sits in the driveway, the figure on the couch makes him stop dead in his tracks. Were you really so upset that you couldn't even bear to sleep next to him?
He doesn't want to wake you, but he can't allow this, seeing your hunched form on the not-great-for-sleeping couch, tucked under a too thin blanket. Crossing the room quietly, he scoops you into his hold, lifting you from the couch.
You stir, but miracously don't wake, relaxing as he takes small steps up to the bedroom.
He's made it up in his mind to sleep in the guestroom once he lays you down on your side of the shared bed. Zayne wants to respect your wishes after all, even if he knows he won't get a minute of sleep being apart from you.
But when he goes to pull away, your grip on his shirt tightens. Before he can unclench your fingers, you tug, and he finds himself climbing into the bed beside you.
The pinched expression on your face eases, shifting closer to him. He can't bring himself to move away, and instinct has his arms wrapping around you. Something in his chest eases the moment he holds you, the tension leaving his body.
"I don't like going to sleep mad." Your words nearly make him jump. He'd believed you were asleep this whole time, but of course you were awake.
"Me either." He murmurs, holding you a little tighter. You relax into him, melding your body against his in a way that sends butterflies through his stomach.
With your warmth pressed close to him, he can finally sleep.
Instead of sex pollen, what if a Wanderer sprayed you with pervert slime, and its side effects are being able to see people’s dirty thoughts about you?
Like yeah ok sure you’d get the occasional gross deviant, but isn’t it a surprise to see what the LIs imagine… who you are NOT currently romantically involved with? 🤷🏼♀️👀
EDIT: WORKING ON A PART 2 SINCE THIS BLEW UP UM WHAT??? THANK YOU?? 😭🤭😏
CW: Straddling ♡ Riding ♡ Oral (giving & receiving) ♡ Groping ♡ Neck Kissing ♡ Making Out ♡
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Valko
You haven’t officially met, but he knows who you are. Well, his nose does. You’re sitting next to each other during a conference on protocores. You have a perfume on that mingles with your natural scent juuuuust right.
Well, perhaps it’s wrong. Because it is giving Valko the world’s worst best erection. He has to shift in his chair to hide it from you.
You’ve been side-eyeing him the entire two hours, wondering who the fuck this handsome man is, and why he is leaning so far away from you. Do you stink? You definitely put deodorant on this morning, brushed your teeth, and put perfume on! Surely not. Daring another quick peep, he was doing it AGAIN! He’s almost fully rotated on the chair, fingers perched up to his chin like he’s having some deep, introspective thought about this below-average lecture. Why is it giving that one scene in Twilight? Rude as fuck, actually.
And then it happens: that stupid side-effect from that Wanderer.
Everyone in the conference room is gone. You are straddled on Valko’s lap, blouse ripped wide open, skirt sitting up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, riding the absolute shit out of him. Your hands are braced on his shoulders for support, his mouth permanently attached to your pulsepoint, inhaling your smell as he fucks up into you, needing to be closer, needing to hear you scream—
Oh my god.
You immediately go red, and like a mirror, shift in your seat so he can’t see your sudden flustering. You knew once the conference was over, there was going to be a damp patch left on your chair.
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Sylus
You’re undercover at an auction, and wouldn’t you know it, guess who else is here? To his surprise, you’re in a suit, sharp yet flattering. The next item to be called is an old desk, beautifully crafted from some kind of sturdy hardwood, but what kind you have no idea.
Well, Sylus does. It’s walnut, and it is quality.
You’re seated on the edge of it. Pants gone, tits out, blazer ON, Sylus kneeling in between. His mouth is on your aching cunt, drowning in you, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open. Because you’re quivering, pathetically trying to clamp your legs shut, the overstimulation too much. Too bad. He wants to see how long you can take him, how far you’re willing to go… his ego needs to know how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue. If you give him one more, he’ll give you his fingers next—
“Fifty thousand,” his rich voice calls out.
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Xavier
He checks in on you the SECOND he hears what happened. He manages to catch you as you leave the med-ward, confirming that the strange Wanderer slime isn’t toxic. With the all-clear, you mention that all you want right now is a nice, steamy shower. You roll your head back with a dreamy sigh, exposing the column of your throat, your body shifting in a way that really emphasises your figure…
(Look, the man just can’t help it, ok? His attraction for you is off the CHARTS, and he is YEARNING for a chance to ask you out… but, bless his soul, he’s also incredibly horny.)
You’re in the shower together, tendrils of steam coiling about you both. Xavier is behind, that thick cock of his pressing against the plush of your ass while he massages your shoulders with soap… His fingers sculpt your muscles, slowly gliding down so he can grope your boobs next. He presses his lips against your nape, tongue running up to catch the trickles of leftover sweat… Teeth tug your earlobe, giving you full body shivers, and you end up grinding back on him, needing him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck the absolute life out of you—
Your clothes are too tight, cheeks definitely red, and you are unable to meet that pretty blue stare of his.
If that was what he thought about literally standing next to you completely unfazed, all smiley and boyish, what the FUCK did he imagine when he was alone in bed?
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Rafayel
All you want is to go to bed, but Rafayel has a showcase tonight, and you have to be there. “No exceptions.” He’d said, arms folded and pouty.
So, you manage to slip into some pretty thing that is still functional for security, and you make your way over to the gallery. Rafayel is out the front waiting, shooing everyone else who isn't you. The second his eyes meet yours, they flicker down, admiring your outfit… but when his gaze returns to yours again, something happens.
(What happens is that he is an artist, and he just got hit with some wonderful inspiration.)
You’re a whimpering, panting mess inside the gallery storage room. He’s got you pinned right against the door, tongue tracing your collarbone as his hands tug the straps of your dress down… he wants to worship you, wants to kiss and lick every inch of your body. For tonight, he’ll settle on your breasts. With the front of you bared for him, he sucks on one nipple, squeezing and kneading the other, all while your fingers are threaded through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, clinging to him, urging him to do more—
You falter mid-step, almost falling face-first into the footpath. Your throat is dry, heart thumping wild inside your head. Approaching Rafayel, you smile, oddly emboldened now that you know what he wants to do to you.
“You look nice,” he compliments—safe, casual.
“Nice? Is that all I get?” You give him an offended pout. “Not beautiful? Inspirational? Ravishing?”
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Zayne
You’re late. You practically skip through the hospital halls, rushing but not running, because that’s just not appropriate. Finally, you reach Zayne’s office doors, and without thinking, because you’re frazzled from being late, you barge in.
Doctor Zayne is seated at his desk, halfway through a chocolate cupcake, some of the icing and crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth. You make eye contact.
“Busted, Doc,” you tease, your previous anxiety gone.
He sighs, hiding the dessert back into the top drawer. “I’ve been stressed.”
“There are worse things I could have walked in on, I guess,” you laugh, coming to take a seat.
Yes, indeed.
You’re hiding under his desk, that delicious mouth of yours wrapped around his cock, hand gripping what you can’t take. Can't have you gagging on it when someone could walk in, right? You pump at his base, licking and sucking, taking him at a steady pace, drawing out his pleasure as well as alleviating his tension. Because he simply can’t resist, he stops writing his report to caress your cheek, hissing low under his breath as you take him just that little bit deeper down your throat, your quiet moan vibrating through him—
Holy shit.
You immediately sit up straight, clearing your throat to mask your surprised gasp. Clenching your knees together, you manage a tight smile.
“Is that why you’re here? You have a cough?” Zayne asks softly, kind. Your friend.
“Uh, yeah,” you lie, faking another one. “It sucks.”
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Caleb
You’re at a house party, and you thought it would be nice to invite Caleb, since he rarely gets to get out and about in Skyhaven.
“Pips, where’re you takin’ me?” Caleb slurs, a little tipsy.
You drag him along, until you both plop down with the group, all neatly sitting in a circle.
“Truth or dare?” Tara begins, turning to the person next to her.
And so forth, and so forth. The game continues, people daring and revealing embarrassing stories. The more people drink, the more juvenile it becomes, until it feels like you’re all in college again. Honestly, it’s kind of freeing, and you’re happy to roll with it.
Eventually, it’s Caleb’s turn, and he turns to look at you.
You choose dare, and so he dares you to spend seven minutes in heaven with him. You giggle, but you interlace your fingers with him, and before you both know it, you’re pressed up against each other in a small dark wardrobe. Caleb grasps your waist, tugs you even closer as your mouths swallow each other, tongues dancing, drunk on each other’s taste. He could die here. Especially when your hand sneaks down, cupping his bulge, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands cup your boobs, squeezing gently to start, but as you both get sloppier and twitchy, he grows bolder, kneading you through your thin bra, hips bucking into your touch—
“Truth or dare?” Caleb smirks, taking another sip of his drink.
ᝰ.ᐟ boyfriend! rafayel who loves and appreciates your attention 𖹭
⊹ ࣪ ˖ hesitant! reader where you are afraid to show too much attention to your new boyfriend because of bad past experiences of being called too much and clingy.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ afraid of showing how much you like being pampered by him, being taken out to dinners, being provided with touches, terms of endearment, and reassurance without having to ask for it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ afraid to show how much you like him, getting anxiety from the thought of your gifts being lame, or your cooking/baking not being up to his liking.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ afraid to reach out to touch him, hold his hand, or hug him like you yearn to do everyday. when he's just talking, showing you his interests, or when he's so deep into painting and you miss him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend! rafayel who gradually starts to notice something more complicated is going on.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ his eyes drifting down to your twitching fingers. the way your eyes refuse to meet him after asking to go out for a walk. the way your hand-holding lasts for about a minute before you hesitantly let go.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ at first he thought you were shy, and that you needed time to get used to the displays of affection. but the more time passed, the more he noticed how little you initiated first.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the more he realised the expression of your face was surprise before settling into fondness, the more internally agitated he became. where did this insecurity come from?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ so he did everything he could to get you to touch him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he nuzzled your wrist, placing kisses on your skin.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he brought your hand up to his chin, making you squeeze his cheek with a beautiful little laugh.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he leaned down to nuzzle your nose, voice light yet intimate, a whisper that made blood rush to your neck and head.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he complained, clinging into you so hard you almost could feel his desperation for closeness.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he always sought out your attention. when he was in exhibitions, when he was away in verona, when he had to take a long trip to france for artist meetings. he called, texted, send you pictures, sent you actual poems, little sketches, photos of something that reminded him of you, eyeshadow and lipstick shades that would compliment your skin, accessories to decorate your head/hair with.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ and oh... how much he loved seeing you unravel like a beautiful peony.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ and oh... he's in big trouble.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you felt so reassured in yourself and in your love that you simply forgot completely how you two have started.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he loved when you sought him out in the middle of the day, telling him about your day in work, the cute little kitten you saw while passing the park, the view of the sea in the harbour, how your friends made you laugh.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you took hold of his hand, swinging them around. your laughter meant everything to him when he started swinging them with you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he adored when you peppered his face with kisses, growing red in the face.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he took you out to dinner, giving you a small bouquet of your favourite flower(s), adoring how your eyes immediately lit up like fairy lights. how you brought out your camera to take a picture of you two with the bouquet - something that hangs on your pin-board above your desk till this day.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ but all above, he loves when you kiss him gently, again, and again, and again. he shudders when he pulls away and you chase after him, eyes half-lidded with passion. he adores when you accept his affection with open arms, not dodging, but melting into it in a way that had his heart racing.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel adores the attention you give him, he craves it like his being craves the sea. he wants to give it back ten times fold, shower you with everything he could possibly give until he has everything in his arms. you won't ever question if you're being underappreciated ever again --- not with an artist who has made you the center of his world.
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The heat in the room was suffocating, your face flushed hot with embarrassment and something else. Caleb had your back pressed tight to his chest, arm caging you in while his hand held your jaw in a firm grip, making sure you couldn't look away from the obscene video playing on his phone.
“Dont be shy now pips.”
In your defense, you didn’t mean for this to happen, you were merely curious. Caleb never restricted you from any of his things. Passwords, keys, belongings, everything was at your access and disposal, but thinking back on it, you realized you’d never actually utilized all that privilege.
So just for your own amusement, not really expecting to find anything, you took a peek at his phone when he’d left it lying around. To your utter surprise, you found his own little porn collection. And to make matters worse, Caleb walked right in on you.
“Ah I see I’ve been caught.”
He took great enjoyment seeing how flustered you got at his depravity. “Well, since you’re so curious, I might as well tell you all about them.”
You helplessly squirmed in his lap as he sat you through each and every video, pointing out different details and reasons for why he had them saved.
“This one,” pointing towards a girl getting railed on screen, her loud moans and smacking noises filling the quiet room, “she has hair like yours.”
Swiping to the next, it was another girl getting eaten out by a man. “That–” Caleb chuckled, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps down your neck, “I wanted to try that out on you someday.” He made you watch as the man on screen licked and rubbed her clit.
You would be lying if you said all this wasn't resulting in a pool of arousal in your underwear. Unbelievably turned on by the fact that your Caleb had been thinking of you while–
“Gege needs to jerk off too baby, ‘m not perfect.”
You whined in his hold, desperate for him to finally touch you and your leaky pussy. “Caleb no more–”
“Nuh uh, we have to see it through pips.” Suddenly, he reached down to rub you firmly through your shorts. “Gotta get her nice and ready for me.”
He cooed and caressed you through your misery, his hand dragging your face back to the screen every time you looked away, whispering “shh” and wiping your tears away when you sobbed at your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Look, she cries like you, doesn't she?”
By the end of it, you were delirious from begging for dick. He finally relented, kicking off his clothes and your own, laying back on the couch and pulling you up with him.
Your hands planted on his chest, trying to regain sanity with the way his dick was rubbing up against you. Meanwhile, Caleb was smirking below you, watching you struggle to line him up with your entrance.
“Dick s’yours, put it in– fuck.” His words melted away into a groan as he felt your searing heat envelope him, eyes shutting tight.
You sighed at the stretch, sinking down on his impossible size, body held upright by nothing but his hands.
Right as you felt like you were stuffed full, you looked down to see a good few inches of him still outside of you. But you simply couldn't care less and selfishly began riding the part of his cock you managed to fit.
“Pi- pips, what are you doing?” He had his eyebrows scrunched, hands tightening around your waist as he tried to not to shove you down onto his cock.
“I can’t Caleb, ‘s too big.” You just couldn't put him in the rest of the way.
“Psh, do you want gege to help you baby?”
And you nodded, cockdrunk and not fully realizing what you were agreeing to.
“Okey doke.” he grinned and reached up to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue tangling with yours and distracting you from the way he shifted his hold on you.
And he pulled you down all the way.
Your eyes widened, mouth gasping against his as a slurry of fuck fuck fucks escaped him. For all you knew, he could’ve just displaced all your organs.
The shock didn't last for long before it bloomed into hot pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders, rolling your hips and setting a needy rhythm.
“Just like that sweet girl, ride your gege.”
And you rode him like a woman possessed, desperate and sloppy, forcing yourself up and down his length until the wet slapping sound echoed off the couch.
Caleb’s breath hitched, looking like he was painfully close.
“Okay now– stop moving. Stop,” he whimpered, hands pinning your hips still through your squirming.
He looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth as he summoned everything not to bust a load in you right then and there.
And then he suddenly turned your bodies, shifting you to pin you down on the couch instead, swinging a leg over his shoulder, scowling.
“Lemme do my work now.”
And a switch flipped as he started rutting into you like he’d gone nuts.
He kept hitting all your spots, your back lifting clean off the cushions as your release took no time to hit you like a truck.
He sobbed at the feeling of your pussy clenching him like a vice, and he held you closer, chests touching as he rested his forehead on yours, feeling his own climax not too far behind.
“Inside? Fuuck. inside.”
He gripped your ass, pulling you flush against his hips as he filled you up with his seed. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the warm liquid trickle out of your plugged hole and onto the couch, whispering I love yous into your skin.
He huffed, using his arms to pull his weight off you, caressing your bare stomach as he grabbed his phone that was tossed off the side.
“You know…”
He pulled up the camera on his phone, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.
“Maybe you could help gege expand his collection.”
valko feels like his cock is about to break and fall off from his lower abdomen. you were riding him non stop for hours now since he came home from his research facility.
he doesn’t quite understand why you’re suddenly all over him when he reached the front door, whining and begging for his cock.
“i’m ovulating, val… need your cock- fuck, i need your cock inside me, please?”
ovulating? he had heard of that term before, but he wasn’t really familiar with it. to be fair, he wasn’t familiar with human’s biology overall. he knows the basics, like how female humans have menstrual cycles, where blood is released from your uterus. god, his heart honestly wrecked at the thought of you and women going through that!
well, that’s probably it. ovulation? he knows that’s when you’re at the highest chance of pregnancy. but he remembered learning more about what it was through social media. there were thousands of posts from women who shared their experiences, saying ovulation is basically going into heat. valko was doubtful, can this ‘ovulating’ really send women the same way as going into heat?
he shouldn’t really be doubting. now that he had witnessed you ovulating, he was sure- no, he was confident that your ovulation is worse than female wolves when they’re in heat.
you were jumping on him the moment he was home, asking and begging for his stupid cock. valko, as stupid as his cock, immediately giving in, carrying and bringing your smaller figure to your shared bedroom, not knowing what is about to happen to him.
you’ve been riding his cock for hours now, never a second did you feel worn-out.
“you feel so good, valko… mmhm! cock so good..! m-more… more…” you whimpered as you shifted your hips up and down where his large cock met your spot. his cock is so huge, you love the way you struggled to make it move past your gummy walls, where it keeps on clenching around him.
valko could only lay there, large hands gripping on your hips to keep you stable on his cock, as he took what you gave him. he had been edging himself, he wouldn’t want to risk knotting you at this time. he hides his raspy groans by biting onto your neck when your walls keep clenching around him.
“pup- you can’t do that…! i can’t last- mmhm! i can’t hold myself if you keep clenching…!” valko’s voice came out in a high pitched, making it sound like a whine.
“c-cum in me..! p-please… please, valko! n-need it, need your cum! i want your cum! i need your knot! knot me- mmhm! knot me, valko…!” your pace got quicker, bouncing on his cock, whining at his size abusing and bruising your cunt.
valko whined, he held you in place, slowing you down which makes you whine in return.
“n-no don’t stop. p-please? need your cum…! knot me, valko… please- mmhm! s-so big..!” you ignored his hard grip, still trying to ride on his cock.
“fuck… pup, please… i- ngh… don’t tempt me… we don’t want you pregnant with my cubs when you’re not sure and ready…” he swear he’s trying so hard not to bust right there and then. he’s trying so hard to be good. he knows you’re not entirely ready and only wants it to get off your high. but you’re making it so damn difficult.
“d-don’t care…! just want your cum! please… please, baby, i want to have your cubs…! get me pregnant? p-please knot me- mmhm!” your words get cut off from sudden thrust from valko’s hips.
valko couldn’t hold back anymore.
“you want it so bad, pup. then take it. i will give it to you.” he growled as he continued his animalistic thrust, cock basically splitting you open, making you look like a toy for him to play and manhandle.
your mouth opened at the feeling of his base swelling, locking him deep inside you, giving you what have you been begging for.
“good girl… so- so tight! mine, mine, mine. so pretty, my mate, only mine. so good for me…” it was overwhelming as you cried out, eyes glazed over. your mind is foggy, you couldn’t really tell what’s happening.
you could feel your body goes limp, but valko was quick to hold you back, grabbing you by the waist and pulling your frame close to his.
he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your aftermath scent. he gave it small kisses, before his eyes moved up to meet your warm gaze. as bright as the sun, he gave you a soft smile, kissing your glowy cheek.
“mine, my mate. all mine.”
valko’s big fat knot… 🤤
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The doggos figure out how they both fit in your life... literally
Caleb x reader x Valko (applewolf)
Warnings/Tropes: Explicit, MDNI. Lil Rivalry/Lil Fruity bw the boys (yes i love me some spice), Double penetration, Praise, Size difference, Overstimulation, Rough sex
wc: 1200
You weren't sure how you got here.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade. The only sound was the steady, grating hum of a drill working into metal. Biting your lip, you looked up, your eyes darting between the two men sitting in front of you. Hostility radiated off both of them.
Caleb was shooting daggers at the redhead. Valko kept his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as his gaze remained fixated on Caleb’s mechanical arm, ignoring the glare as he tightened the final bolts.
You contemplated all your life choices that led up to this moment.
Caleb, your dear sweet Caleb, the only boy you had eyes for your entire life, had returned to Linkon after a months-long mission in the deepspace tunnel. Like always, he was staying with you in your apartment. And since you had recently learned about the reality of his mechanical arm, you had been gently pushing him to be more vulnerable with you– which included nagging him until he finally let you tag along for his routine maintenance repairs.
Except there was a slight problem. You had discovered a little too late that the technician in charge of keeping Caleb’s arm functional was, well... Valko.
You had met him while Caleb was away on his mission, when your paths crossed with the Encore tech company during your hunter duties. And your relationship with him had quickly devolved from professional boundaries into something entirely different.
Filled with heated proximity and unaddressed, impulsive kisses that you both had indulged in. You were left in a predicament that left you utterly confused, suddenly finding yourself deeply attracted to a man who wasn't Caleb. It wasn't like your feelings for your first love had dissipated; you were just…stuck.
And as fate would have it, your plans of hopefully distancing from both men to get your head straight were instantly foiled. All of your paths had collided into one volatile mess.
After what felt like ages,Valko finally set the heavy machinery aside. He inspected Caleb’s arm one last time before pulling his protective glasses off, to which Caleb responded with a low grunt.
“So,” Valko started, his nostrils flaring as he clenched his jaw hard enough to crack bone. His sensitive sense of smell was painstakingly aware of the distinct scent you and Caleb now shared, perhaps due to the fact that he was using your bodywash whilst living with you.
“How do you know him exactly?” Valko cocked an eyebrow, his sharp gaze snapping over to you. You stiffened in your seat, your throat going completely dry. You opened your mouth to respond, but Caleb beat you to the chase.
“I believe I should be the one asking that question.” Caleb tilted his head, eyes locking onto the redhead.
“I can tell there have been recent... developments since I last left you, pips.”
Now both of them were staring directly at you, waiting.
Goddammit. Of course he knew something was up between the two of you. Your body language probably gave everything away, alongside the fact that Valko looked too comfortable being in your personal space.
“I-I can explain,” you squeaked, shrinking back into your chair, feeling like prey caught in a trap.
You didn't think it was possible, but the following events stunned you even further. After you finally stammered out the truth, you had fully expected them to completely flip out. With how fiercely overprotective Caleb had been throughout your entire life, combined with the fact that Valko was weirdly territorial about you around anyone else, you figured all hell would break loose.
But instead, the atmosphere in the room shifted.They exchanged a look– a knowing, dangerous glint passing between them before they shared the same canine grin.
Which led to your current situation.
You were pulled onto Caleb’s lap, your back pressed flush against his chest, and your thighs held up and spread wide apart by his arms, completely naked and exposed to the man in front of you. You would have tried to shy away if not for the wreck happening below.
Both men were sinking their cocks into your pussy at the same time, stretching the tiny hole to the point where your vision went blurry.
“Ahh- t-too big,” you whined, yet looking down, full blown tears started streaming down your cheeks at the fact that they weren't even halfway inside.
Valko leaned over, using his tongue to lick the salty tears away, a smug smile stretching across his face. “Oh? I thought you wanted us both at the same time, puppy.”
Panicking at the mounting pressure, you tried to arch your hips upward, wanting to escape their dicks bullying their way into you. But Valko’s large hands locked onto your hips like vices, holding you down firmly in place.
“Nah, clearly puppy over here, is all bark no bite.” Caleb murmured from behind you, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he condescendingly enunciated Valko's nickname for you.
Soon enough, when they both finally bottomed out with heavy grunts, their dicks throbbing in unison against your tight walls, your pussy betrayed you. To your utter humiliation, you came, hard, all from just being stuffed to the brim.
“F-fuck. That's all you needed huh. I mean–Shit. Just look at her bro” Valko practically whimpered, his voice breaking at how tightly you were gripping and spasming around them. It didn't help your case at all when he reached over to rub deliberate circles on your clit, making you gush, your slick release dripping down their connected lengths.
Without warning, Caleb leaned over, wrapped his hand securely around your neck, and used you as leverage to thrust up into you. The sudden movement prompted Valko to move as well, hissing from the friction of Caleb sliding against him.
“hah! My god, mmph–” You were oh so gone, your face going completely slack in a lewd expression as your eyes rolled back into your skull.
“Nasty girl, look at how wet you are,” Caleb mused, looking down at the filthy sight where you were all connected. It was messy and uncoordinated at first, with Valko growing ravenous as your scent intensified by tenfold from how much you were dripping everywhere.
Quickly though, Caleb got annoyed by the boy’s chaotic movements, so much so that he reached forward to grab a handful of Valko's hair, tugging back sharply until he slowed down.
“Slow down, mutt. In case you forgot, she's not the only one feeling your dick here.”
“Nah,” Valko flashed a wolfish smile, the fact that Caleb was sharing your scent turned him on a little more than he’d care to admit. “I know you’re upset it took you years to fuck her, and what'd it take me? A few months? How bout’chu pipe down mutt”
Their little hissing match translated into rocking into you even deeper, each thrust practically hitting your cervix with brutal force. Clearly, you were going to be the sacrificial lamb between the two of them today. “G-guys, slow down, too much-!” you sobbed out, too overwhelmed from the men rutting into you like they were in heat.
“Nope.”
“nuh-uh,” you heard in unison.
Fuck me, you thought, your mind completely melting as they picked up the pace.
This is gonna take a while.
valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.
“Nuh uh uh where you running off to?”
Caleb’s brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.
“He’s not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, don’tcha?” He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand.
“C’mon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.” Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.
Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.
“That’s enough. He’s being a meanie, isn’t he?” Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.
Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. “Traitor. You’re gonna regret that,” he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.
Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.
“Shit- what the fuck ko?!” You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady.
“’m sorry, babygirl. Can’t have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.”
And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.
“Oh, fuuuck you,” Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, Pips,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valko’s dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.
Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. “I-I can't–” A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip.
He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. “Tsk. Too late. You’ll just have to take it now.”
“Mhmm, that’s it, babygirl.” Valko snarled into your ear. “Go on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.” Valko’s hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Caleb’s waiting cock.
Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.
They are so mean when they fuck you.
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at the start of the relationship, valko would be the type to accidentally knot you, then continue to do it every time after that bc he's obsessed with your reaction from the first time. he also the type to cum a lot, like a flood. and it's thick, too. he absolutely nuzzles you after he knots you too, just burrowing into you and pressing himself flush to your body. he 100% has a size kink too, and when you say anything related to how big he is, he's popping a knot right then and there. he bounces you on his dick when you get tired and collapse into his chest. OH and he absolutely wants you to scratch and bite all over; his neck, biceps, back, shoulders, and anywhere else your nails and teeth can reach.
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
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: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
ꨄ︎ summary: You always assumed you were just the supportive Beta third wheel to Mei and Valko's inevitable Alpha power-couple romance. Turns out, you were wrong.
ꨄ︎ a/n: guys… i've fallen for the valko propaganda 😭 anyway, please note that his characterization in this fic is purely based on the 3 minute trailer that we got 🥹 also non mc x mc because wth, she's hot and the new fit is 🔥
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Being a Beta definitely had its perks.
You didn't have to deal with heats, ruts, or the overwhelming biological urges that governed the lives of Alphas and Omegas. The only downside was that you were practically scent-blind to pheromones, which meant you had to rely strictly on visual cues to realize that your two best friends were hopelessly, undeniably in love with each other.
Yes, that was the only explanation that made sense.
You were currently sprawled on a plush, impossibly expensive velvet sofa in the middle of Valko’s penthouse.
As the sole heir to Eoncore Tech, Valko’s college living situation was less "dorm room" and more "billionaire's high-rise playground," complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and experimental tech prototypes scattered across every surface.
"Okay, but listen, if we overclock the core processors on the new VR rig…whoa!"
Valko, who had been pacing excitedly while rambling about the latest tech he was working on, suddenly tripped over a tangled mess of fiber-optic cables. His arms flailed wildly, his glasses flying off his face as he plummeted toward the glass coffee table.
Before you could even flinch, Mei was there.
The female Alpha moved with terrifying speed, catching Valko by the back of his designer hoodie then hauling his tall, broad frame upright with one hand like he was a stray kitten.
"Careful, idiot," Mei grumbled. She didn't let go of his hoodie right away, eyes locking onto his flushed face.
"Ah... right. Thanks, Mei," Valko chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a massive, clumsy golden retriever who had just bumped into a glass door. He beamed at her, and the raw, unspoken Alpha energy between them felt so thick and intimate that you felt guilty just for watching.
You sighed fondly, picking up your textbook.
It was beautiful, really.
Two incredibly powerful Alphas, one a grounded, protective force of nature, and the other a brilliant, obscenely wealthy, loveable dork. They were a perfect match. You were just lucky they let their token Beta friend hang out in their penthouse to use the ultra-fast Wi-Fi.
Mei finally let go of Valko and walked over to you. She silently placed a plate of perfectly sliced fruit on the table in front of you, a soft, almost imperceptible gentleness softening her features when she looked your way.
"Thanks, Mei," you smiled.
Valko immediately scrambled over, nearly tripping again, to drop a brand-new, unreleased Eoncore smart tablet into your lap.
"I had the engineering team install that specific reading app you like! The screen adjusts to your retinas so you don't get headaches while studying!"
"Valko, this is worth more than my car," you said, staring at the sleek device.
"It's just a prototype! Consider it... beta testing," he said, winking proudly at his own pun.
You looked between the two of them. They had flanked you again, standing on either side of the sofa, looking down at you with undivided attention. Even without being able to smell their pheromones, the territorial, possessive aura in the room was suffocating.
They were practically vibrating.
They must be getting ready to court each other, you thought. They’re so tense. I’m totally ruining the mood.
You closed your textbook and carefully placed the ridiculously expensive tablet on the table.
"You know what, guys? I think I'm gonna head out. I have a lot of reading to do, and I really want to give you two the apartment to yourselves tonight."
Both Alphas froze.
Valko blinked, his brain clearly struggling to process the statement.
"Give us the apartment?" Mei repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
"Well, you know," you gestured between them with an encouraging smile. "You two have been circling each other for months. The whole ‘Alpha power couple’ thing is great, and I fully support it, but you don't have to keep pretending to hang out with me just to spend time together. You should just establish your pack already!"
Silence fell over the penthouse.
Both Alphas stared at you then, they slowly turned to stare at each other.
"You think..." Valko started, his voice dropping slightly "You think Mei and I want to mate... with each other?"
"Well, yeah! You're always paying for our dinners, and Mei is always physically guarding us in public. You're constantly scenting the furniture around, which I can't smell, by the way, but I'm not blind. I know how Alpha courtships work!"
"We're scenting you," Mei stated bluntly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We scent everything you touch so no other Alphas come near you. I'm guarding you. Valko is buying things for you."
You paused, your brain short-circuiting.
"Me? But… but I'm a Beta."
"Yeah, a Beta that we are entirely obsessed with," Valko blurted out, his cheeks burning. He practically threw himself onto the sofa next to you, looking like a panicked billionaire puppy. "We don't want to mate with each other! I mean, Mei is great, but she terrifies me! We want you. We've thought of you as our mate since sophomore year!"
Your mouth fell open.
"Wait. Both of you? But..."
"Did you really think," Mei said softly, sitting on your other side and boxing you in perfectly between their warm, solid frames, "that the heir to Eoncore Tech and I spend every single day following you around just to get to each other?"
"I thought I was the supportive third wheel!" you defended, your face flushing hot.
"You're the entire vehicle," Valko groaned, dramatically resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Please tell me you don't actually want to leave. Because if you do, I'm going to have to panic-buy the building you live in just so I have an excuse to be your landlord, and the paperwork is a nightmare."
Mei reached out, gently but firmly taking your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"Stay," she murmured, a quiet, possessive plea in her tone. "Study here with your pack."
ꨄ︎ a/n: i also don't remember if i ever wrote a purely fluff fic for other lis...
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"I just wanted to come and say sorry..." You're standing in the doorway of Zayne's home office, completely naked. It seemed the best way to make him accept your apology.
"Mhm." He hums, still not looking up from his screen. You can't help but smile, leaning against the frame and getting comfortable.
"I said some things I shouldn't have...I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me?" His typing pauses as he mulls over your words, and then finally looks up.
To his credit, his eyes find your face first, hard gaze immediately softening. But then they flicker down, and he does a visible double take.
Jackpot.
His laptop shuts decisively, and he's quick to stand, leaving his desk faster than you've ever seen.
"S-so do you forgive me?" He's already moving to kiss you, freezing his actions and then tilting his head in confusion.
"Of course. I'm not upset at all." His hand trails down, making you shiver at his touch. Still, you push forward.
"You were pretty mad before...are you sure?" Your tone gives him a hint, and understanding dawns on him, a smirk finding its way on his face as his hand grabs the soft flesh of your ass.
"Now that you remind me, I'm not quite sure I should forgive you just yet. How exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"
"I-I suppose I could beg..." He has you pinned against the doorframe, and you quickly realize how easily you lost the upperhand. Ah, well. Not like you ever had it in the first place.
"That's a good idea. But it would be much more effective on your knees, wouldn't you say?"
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a/n: hi hi ! quick caleb thing i thought of bc i saw this tiktok, i love u yandere caleb …
“okay i found his instagram, he seems normal? he has a sister so that’s a green flag right?” the light from your FaceTime call on your laptop is the only thing lighting up your bedroom.
your friends voice comes through the speaker, “yes! it seems like he has good friendships too and doesn’t brag about the colonel stuff either so that’s good,” she adds on. you nod, both of you continuing to dig deeper into caleb’s life.
you liked caleb, he seemed like a great guy! he was kind, respectful, funny and really fucking hot. there had to be a catch, right?
only a couple clicks later and you’d managed to find his address.
“dude, i think i just found his address,” you laugh, hand covering your mouth.
a ding caused your eyes to flicker to the top of your phone
caleb :P : hey what are you up to? i just got home im so tired :((
“he just texted me right now, said he just got home,” the heat rushes to your cheeks immediately as you text back, smiling when he responds only seconds later.
“helloooo im still on the call y’know,” your friend brings you back to reality. you giggle, apologizing before focusing at the task on hand once more. “what’s his address? send it, let’s see what kind of neighborhood he lives in,” your friend wiggles her brows at you and you immediately screenshot the house and send a link over.
your fingers move quicker than your eyes, too used to her contact being the first to pop up on the share button. you’d forgotten how often you’d been sending things to caleb.
“did you get it?” you ask, already scrolling down the street of his house in skyhaven.
“no? you haven’t sent me anything yet,” she replies easily. the color drains from your face as you open your message app.
[1 screenshot sent]
[1 link attatched]
all sent to caleb.
“oh my god, I’m so fucked dude,” your eyes widen, heart falling through your ass as the one word you now dreaded the most appeared in conversation. read.
“why what happened?”
“I sent him his own address. I’ve never once been over.” the mortification is obvious in your face, your friend immediately mirrors your expression.
“maybe you can unsend it?”
me: oh my god i swear this isn’t what it looks like
“he read it- fuck he’s typing oh my god I’m so fucked it’s so over for me, I’m so fucking—”
caleb :P : i live in the next house over not that one. 104, not 105
“holy fuck,” you mumbled, heart racing as you read his text over for the nth time, your friend shrieks over the phone. okay maybe you’re not completely done for.
caleb sits in bed, smiling at his screen.
you’d finally taken the bait, followed the trail he’d left of himself online. pretty posed pictures, a perfectly curated account. everything you liked and everything you wanted. he put just enough information for you to find everything you’d wanted if you dug juuust a bit, if you were like him. and now he knows you were like him.
caleb is relieved, shutting the live feed off from the camera he’d installed in your bedroom. you’ll be over at his tomorrow, he’ll make sure of it.
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The hour is late and your eyes are fluttering shut as you await the return of your husband, hoping to at least see him before the day is done. Luckily, there’s a loud groan as the front door shuts, followed by cursing and another, more long suffering groan. You can make out his tall, broad frame in the light pouring in from the hallway before the door clicks shut.
He drags himself through the door to your bedroom, dropping his bag and shedding his clothes as he goes. Soft thumps punctuate the sluggish pad of his feet, the rattle of his belt and another curse making you wince slightly as he sheds his trousers, almost tripping in the process. Reaching out to your side, you flick on the lamp.
“Baby?” you call out quietly, turning over to face his half of the bed and peeling the duvet back for him.
“I’m home,” he murmurs, slumping onto the mattress and swinging his legs up and onto the bed, sighing heavily when you tuck him in a little. “‘M home.”
“You’re exhausted, Tetsu,” you whisper, reaching out for him.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He shuffles into the circle of your arms, wrapping himself tightly around you and resting his head on your chest, right over the beat of your heart. A soft hum rumbles in his chest, almost like a purr, when your fingers thread through the slightly greasy hair at the back of his head. Your nails scratch gently at his scalp and he nuzzles into you, letting his eyes fall shut. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you hum, kissing his forehead tenderly and stroking at his cheeks. The scratchy texture of stubble drags against your palms and you frown. “Didn’t get to see you at all today.”
“I know. ‘M sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just take a couple of days off.”
“Ya miss me that much?” Even this worn out, he still has enough energy to tease.
“Of course I do, but not for me. For you.”
“I’m fine, sweetheart.”
“No you’re not.”
“Promise, I am.”
“Tetsu.” The warning in your tone makes him sigh and lift his head a little to see your lovely features illuminated by the soft, yellowy glow of the lamp. Lightly, you trace the shadows that have started to settle under his eyes. “This isn’t fine. You’ll work yourself into an early grave like this.”
“That’s a little dramatic. I’m just tired honey, I promise.”
“You look like a walking corpse.” It’s an exaggeration, but you’re not too far off. Usually, he’s the picture of good health - bright skin, sharp eyes, sharper mind. Right now, however, he looks sallow, dim, he even looks like he’s lost a little weight. Has he even had time to eat the meals you’ve been packing for him?
“I do not.”
“Yes you do.”
Sighing heavily, he pillows his cheek on your sternum. “Everyone relies on me to keep things moving. I can’t just take a day off during an important project.”
“That reliance is draining you,” you murmur, fingers still carding soothingly through his hair. “It’s okay to say it’s too much and take a minute to breathe. No job is worth sacrificing your health for.”
“I know,” he mumbles.
“You’re always so busy taking care of everyone else that you neglect yourself. So let me take care of you. That’s why I’m here - for you.”
Something wet drips onto your skin and you hear a quiet sniffle. Your own eyes begin to water, heart aching for him. Squeezing him tightly, you let him crumble quietly in the safety of your arms.
“This is so pathetic,” he chuckles wetly. You shush him gently, pressing kiss after kiss on the crown of his head and cooing sweet nonsense to him. Perhaps others would agree, seeing a grown man buried in your chest, shattering quietly from stress. But you don’t. He lends his strength to all, including you, and you could never sneer at that. Instead, you offer respite, a haven - a place to shed his burdens after a long day and be held.
The room grows quiet as he collects himself and settles, exhaling a steady breath as he curls into you. Turning the lamp off, you tuck the sheets around his broad shoulders, placing one more kiss on his forehead as he succumbs to exhaustion and his heavy eyes close.
“Sleep for as long as you like tomorrow, baby,” you whisper, feeling his breathing grow slow and steady. “I’ll take care of everything in the morning.”
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