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EEEEEEEE OKAY WAITUHHHHH i need some gamer!valko vibes 👉🏽👈🏽 i’m getting so much cuteness aggression from seeing him with headphones on WITH HIS EARS 🥹 like with MC having those cat headphones beside him? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
can i just say…this was fun
STREAMER VALKO!
THE FANS WERE CONFUSED.
Two different audiences, two different streamers, shared confusion.
The two of you were acquaintances at the very, very least of the leasts, colleagues of some sort. Valko’s streams coincided with yours from time to time, resulting in collaborations that had essentially become a regularly scheduled program. That was not confusing. What was confusing was the dynamic between the two of you. Flirty words one moment, then a palm to the face the next. Lingering gazes oozing with desire, then an off-hand comment so foul they left viewers wondering why you two kept collaborating. Playful roughhousing accompanied by honeyed shit talking. It was enemies to lovers right before their eyes, cats and dogs.
Literally cats and dogs.
A viewer had sent a pair of headphones to both you and Valko, practically begging you both to open them on stream together. Neither of you thought much of the request. Fanmail was normal. Unboxing streams were not out of the ordinary. Then, the headphones were unboxed, and it all made sense–one pair of cat ear headphones for you, and one pair of dog ear headphones for Valko.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his robust chest, a mischievous glint in his topaz eyes.
“Put them on, pussy,” he taunts.
You exhale sharply from your nose, not quite a laugh, but definitely a huff of annoyance.
“Do you wear your headphones over your actual ears or your wolf ears?” you quip without missing a beat. “Fucking furry.”
The chat blows up, a flurry of keyboard smashes and emojis. Hundreds of screencaps are being taken and shared at the speed of light the second your headphones are secured on your heads.
“Yoooooo,” Valko murmurs, roughly grabbing you and squeezing your head between his hulking bicep and forearm. “Wait, we’re fuckin’ cute.”
A dog. Friendly, boisterous, rough, a little stupid, but well-intentioned.
And you, a cat with self-respect and boundaries, smacking at his arm.
“Can you not for once,” you mutter beneath your breath, shoving yourself free of his death grip.
You turn your head to glare at him. Against your will, your expression softens the second you see how he is looking at you. Really looking at you like you’re not a nuisance who acts as if you can barely tolerate him 90 percent of the time. The corners of your lips tug upward ever so slightly, forming a whisper of a smile.
You hold out your hand for his to take, an olive branch.
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EEEEEEEE OKAY WAITUHHHHH i need some gamer!valko vibes 👉🏽👈🏽 i’m getting so much cuteness aggression from seeing him with headphones on WITH HIS EARS 🥹 like with MC having those cat headphones beside him? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
can i just say…this was fun
STREAMER VALKO!
THE FANS WERE CONFUSED.
Two different audiences, two different streamers, shared confusion.
The two of you were acquaintances at the very, very least of the leasts, colleagues of some sort. Valko’s streams coincided with yours from time to time, resulting in collaborations that had essentially become a regularly scheduled program. That was not confusing. What was confusing was the dynamic between the two of you. Flirty words one moment, then a palm to the face the next. Lingering gazes oozing with desire, then an off-hand comment so foul they left viewers wondering why you two kept collaborating. Playful roughhousing accompanied by honeyed shit talking. It was enemies to lovers right before their eyes, cats and dogs.
Literally cats and dogs.
A viewer had sent a pair of headphones to both you and Valko, practically begging you both to open them on stream together. Neither of you thought much of the request. Fanmail was normal. Unboxing streams were not out of the ordinary. Then, the headphones were unboxed, and it all made sense–one pair of cat ear headphones for you, and one pair of dog ear headphones for Valko.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his robust chest, a mischievous glint in his topaz eyes.
“Put them on, pussy,” he taunts.
You exhale sharply from your nose, not quite a laugh, but definitely a huff of annoyance.
“Do you wear your headphones over your actual ears or your wolf ears?” you quip without missing a beat. “Fucking furry.”
The chat blows up, a flurry of keyboard smashes and emojis. Hundreds of screencaps are being taken and shared at the speed of light the second your headphones are secured on your heads.
“Yoooooo,” Valko murmurs, roughly grabbing you and squeezing your head between his hulking bicep and forearm. “Wait, we’re fuckin’ cute.”
A dog. Friendly, boisterous, rough, a little stupid, but well-intentioned.
And you, a cat with self-respect and boundaries, smacking at his arm.
“Can you not for once,” you mutter beneath your breath, shoving yourself free of his death grip.
You turn your head to glare at him. Against your will, your expression softens the second you see how he is looking at you. Really looking at you like you’re not a nuisance who acts as if you can barely tolerate him 90 percent of the time. The corners of your lips tug upward ever so slightly, forming a whisper of a smile.
You hold out your hand for his to take, an olive branch.
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EEEEEEEE OKAY WAITUHHHHH i need some gamer!valko vibes 👉🏽👈🏽 i’m getting so much cuteness aggression from seeing him with headphones on WITH HIS EARS 🥹 like with MC having those cat headphones beside him? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
can i just say…this was fun
STREAMER VALKO!
THE FANS WERE CONFUSED.
Two different audiences, two different streamers, shared confusion.
The two of you were acquaintances at the very, very least of the leasts, colleagues of some sort. Valko’s streams coincided with yours from time to time, resulting in collaborations that had essentially become a regularly scheduled program. That was not confusing. What was confusing was the dynamic between the two of you. Flirty words one moment, then a palm to the face the next. Lingering gazes oozing with desire, then an off-hand comment so foul they left viewers wondering why you two kept collaborating. Playful roughhousing accompanied by honeyed shit talking. It was enemies to lovers right before their eyes, cats and dogs.
Literally cats and dogs.
A viewer had sent a pair of headphones to both you and Valko, practically begging you both to open them on stream together. Neither of you thought much of the request. Fanmail was normal. Unboxing streams were not out of the ordinary. Then, the headphones were unboxed, and it all made sense–one pair of cat ear headphones for you, and one pair of dog ear headphones for Valko.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his robust chest, a mischievous glint in his topaz eyes.
“Put them on, pussy,” he taunts.
You exhale sharply from your nose, not quite a laugh, but definitely a huff of annoyance.
“Do you wear your headphones over your actual ears or your wolf ears?” you quip without missing a beat. “Fucking furry.”
The chat blows up, a flurry of keyboard smashes and emojis. Hundreds of screencaps are being taken and shared at the speed of light the second your headphones are secured on your heads.
“Yoooooo,” Valko murmurs, roughly grabbing you and squeezing your head between his hulking bicep and forearm. “Wait, we’re fuckin’ cute.”
A dog. Friendly, boisterous, rough, a little stupid, but well-intentioned.
And you, a cat with self-respect and boundaries, smacking at his arm.
“Can you not for once,” you mutter beneath your breath, shoving yourself free of his death grip.
You turn your head to glare at him. Against your will, your expression softens the second you see how he is looking at you. Really looking at you like you’re not a nuisance who acts as if you can barely tolerate him 90 percent of the time. The corners of your lips tug upward ever so slightly, forming a whisper of a smile.
You hold out your hand for his to take, an olive branch.
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Summary: Crown Him is sure to be the next big HBO hit series. Now, if the leading man could just not fall in love with his co-star…
A/n: warning RPF but its my own version of Timothée cuz to be fr I dont follow him anymore. Also I started writing this like 4 years ago and I dont wanna wait to finish Crown Him first to start posting it and honestly? This may help me finish. Anyhoozles, cocoa-typical loverboy loserness ahead. Also I dont know how acting and auditioning goes and tbh I dont care. It’s gonna go how it needs to go for the purpose of my writing lol. Refer to this post to know who is casted for which roles. In this fic, the male Persephone character is named Kore and the female Hades character is Aidoneus. As is the “source material” this fic is No Minors Allowed. It is also not blank blog or ageless blog friendly and is serial-liker-phobic.
His knee was going a mile a minute and he wished it would listen to him when he told it to stop. It’d only pause momentarily until he looked up and saw who was across the table from him and the anxiety kickstarted the bouncing again. At least it wasn’t his pen tapping a poignant beat into the air between them.
It’s not even like they were the only two at the table. He was actually in the middle of a conversation if you could believe it. Timothée thought he was doing a decent job at hearing just enough of what Rebecca was saying to keep the topic flowing.
“Why are you nervous?”
Apparently not.
He decided to play dumb instead. He was an actor. “Why would you think I’m nervous?”
She just gave him a little grin as she looked pointedly at his leg and back to his face. He made a conscious effort to plant his heel on the floor. Sending it down into the dirt the way Kore would do it to ground himself. See? Method acting.
“Who is it here that has you nervous?” She asked, leaning in with intrigue glittering her eyes.
“Rebecca, please—,” he scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes a bit.
“Come now, you can tell Mother anything.” That he giggled at without restraint. Here they were at another casting table, going for roles that would place them back in mother-son dynamics. They grew close over their last one, and he knew it’d no doubt carry into this one should all go well today in test screens. Actually, Timothée had no problem telling her who was affecting him so. It’s just that he had a problem telling her who was affecting him so. Because the person was much too close to utter her name without drawing her attention. Just… so fucking close.
Timothée could admit he crushed a lot. He had an attraction to down-to-earth people who were good at their craft, good-looking and made him laugh. Well he met a lot of people who checked those boxes in his line of work. So having a crush on a coworker was inevitable. It’d happened before. He got over them. He moved on. Didn’t even make any true moves.
And the same would be said for this project.
Kaye de Sidra was undeniably pretty. She was funny, very casual, and loved the hell out of acting. Timothée had watched quite a few of her interviews. Ever since her break on the Netflix movie Something About Betty opposite Jacob Batalon, it hadn’t been hard to keep up with the moves she was making.
He had watched it himself, thoroughly enjoying the fluffy movie as a feel-good, romantic comedy that he could see himself watching again. Kaye had been so cute, playing a high school girl that bonded with Jacob’s character over their mutual love of a classmate. The two’s feelings turned towards each other however, predictably. But the movie itself was plenty engaging and fun. And the chemistry of the leads was sensational, prompting one earlier interviewer to joke if Jacob’s relationship with his longtime girlfriend was in danger.
Kaye had shut the interviewer down in the sweetest and most undeniable way possible. No other interviewers on their press tour asked after that.
Over that string of interviews, Timothée felt like he got a good feel for her as a person. She was kind and professional but firm and loyal. Her bubbly character in SAB seemed to perfectly match her natural personality. Absolutely stunning but preferred to keep her public attire more understated with a dash of kooky flair rather than the sex appeal that was usually aimed for on red carpets. Something many people commented on due to her developing a close friendship with Zendaya.
If it seemed like Timothée knew a lot about her, that’s because he does. An embarrassing amount now that she’s right across a conference table from him. He had been trying not to look at her or think about her birthday coming up or that half a London Fog was probably in the coffee cup in front of her or the dogs she probably called “I love you” out to when she left her apartment that morning. Timothée’s crush was already out of hand and they hadn’t even officially met yet.
So he shot Rebecca a text. Just a simple message with her name. She looked at the message and then turned wide, excited eyes back to him.
The goddess herself?? Was the text he received back.
Yes. Timothée knew it’d be hard. But he could be professional. He may be smitten by Kaye but he still respected her enough to put work first. He could be polite and hope it turned into a nice casual friendship or at the very least an amicable work relationship. Someone he could network with and through. He could be—.
Her eyes met his, brown like the loam of a healthy garden, Kore would think. She smiled at him, a sunny little curve of full lips.
“You excited?” Kaye asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“It’ll be fun,” she declared, and he believed her. Like she was already a goddess and a queen and he was compelled to her decrees. Then she’s looking down at her phone to answer a call.
“Mommykins, I'm at a work thing… Okay, yeah.. Yeah I’ll call you after. Love you… Bye!”
She was… criminally cute.
A goner. Timothée could be a goner.
He was so used to seeing Kaye cute and bubbly that when she got intense and morose for the role it stole his breath. And he identified a lot with Kore, looking at Aidoneus and being struck by her air. Being drawn into the orbit of something that magnificent, uncaring if the gravitational pull spelled ruin. He could see why Kore craved the pressure of her presence like a weighted blanket. He could see why Kore wanted to reach out and touch.
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Summary: You come home pissed off that bitch at work made your workday hell, so you come home and take it out on Clark.
Warnings: SubClark, Dom you. Teasing, hair pulling, Clark begging, whining, good boy.
A/N: I had fun with this im ngl. 😈
Words: 1,375
Your hands were gripping wheel as you drove home, teeth clenching and you were fuming. You were angry and rightfully so. One of your coworkers just under minded you all day today. At every turn she made you look dumb during the lunch meeting. She almost caused what should have been an HR violation last month to happen yet again. And to top it all off she just gave you an attitude all day, UGH you despised her.
You pulled into the garage grabbed your work bag, your coat, and your house keys. Shutting off the car. Pushing the button to shut the garage and through the door.
Clark was editing on the kitchen counter on his laptop. As soon as you slammed the door he saw the anger on your face. That could only mean one thing.
"She-who-must-not-be-named?" He asked.
"YES!" you growled out of anger.
You put down all your stuff on the bench and you ranted to Clark about what happened today at your job. When you were finished Clark closed his laptop and took off his glasses. Coming up to you placing his hands around your waist.
"You aren't stupid by any means your one of the smartest people I know." Clark told as he kissed your forehead, Clark continued to tell you all the reassurances that he usually does.
"Hey baby?"
You hummed acknowledging him.
"How about you, tell me what to do will that make you feel better?" Clark asked.
You looked up at him. Those big blue eyes staring at you, his hands holding you softly. You could picture it now. You smiled.
"ok Clark, are you willing to do everything?" You quirked.
"Yes."
"Yes…what?" you demanded.
"Yes, ma'am."
"good boy." you smirked.
Clark looked at you backing away waiting for your instruction.
You took his hand and led him upstairs. Pulling his neck down towards you. Your lips grazing against his, he mewled.
You pushed him back a bit. Even though he could definitely pick you up with ease.
"On your knees." You instructed.
He knelled on the ground. His concentration never leaving yours.
"Help me undress…"
Clark undid your belt, unzipped your pants, slid them down your waist. He mewled your brown thighs this close to his lips and he wanted to kiss them so bad. But you'd be mad if he just lunged for them, so instead he asked. Like the good boy he was trying to be.
"Can I kiss your thighs ma'am?" Clark asked sucking his bottom lip in anticipation.
"yes, baby you may." you kicked your pants away. As he grabbed your legs and kissed your legs leaving sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach.
Clark could smell you getting wet. He groaned. Kneading your ass and legs. He whimpered when he felt your hands in his hair. His cock twitched.
"Good boy, I think you deserve a reward." You spoke sultrily as you pulled down your underwear.
"Oh yesss" Clark moaned out loud. His fingers curled around the edges of your undies and slipped them off in one swoop. Clark pulled apart your legs slowly and opened his mouth tongue curling around into your pussy, just how you liked it.
Your breath hitched as your hands landed on his shoulders for grip while he ate you out. Your moans rang in his ears as he licked and sucked.
"mmm…good boy." you praised.
You gasped a bit as you felt his cold breath blow against your clit. You laughed. One of the many props of dating Superman was that getting hot during sex wasn't a problem Clark could literally cool you down wherever you wanted him to.
Clark's moans got louder as his skin heated up, he felt his cock getting harder against his pants. He groaned and mewled quietly.
Suddenly you felt the wall behind you, no wait that was the ceiling. You tapped Clark.
His eyes opening blown out in lust looking at you. He moved his face away from your pussy. Looking up at you then he saw your hair smashed into the ceiling.
"S-Sorry…I got excited."
"It's Ok baby, not the first time you've levitated during this." You cooed.
"but you are gonna have to pay for this."
Clark whined.
"Put me down, now." you commanded.
Clark levitated you both down to the floor once again.
You took off your own shirt and slipped off your bra.
"You can look but not touch just yet." You teased.
Clark's hands opened and closed getting warm as he looked at your breasts another favorite part of your body he loved. He could suckle your nipples all day and night and never get tired of them.
You scratched them, pulled your own nipples and scratched the under boobage, moaning and sighing.
Clark was looking wide eyed as you played with your boobs right in front of him. His brain might as well have stopped thinking. His mouth fell open slowly as his eyes took you in.
Clark groaned out loud, his cock was getting hot he could feel it against his thigh. If he could just pump it a few while watching you he'd be set. But you wouldn't allow that.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Take all that off." you motioned to all of Clarks clothes.
Clark didn't have to be told twice. He undressed and stood still for further instructions. His cock sprang out, its tip was red and throbbing as drops of pre cum came out.
You looked at your good boy he was red both on his chest and his cock and it made you smile.
"ready for your punishment?"
"yes, ma'am." Clark responded obediently.
"Lay down and dont cum till i tell you to."
Clark gulped, and whined as he crawled to lay down on the bed you shared.
You laid beside him. Looked at his pitiful face and smirked, it was diabolical what you were about to say.
You dangled your fingers in front of his lips.
"Suck them, baby."
Clark's tongue lapped and sucked around your fingers. He drooled on your fingers making sure they were nice and wet for whatever you were going to do with them next. You pulled them out and placed them between your folds going in and out of your pussy.
"Watch me cum." You told staring at Clark.
His mouth opened up letting out a long groan.
"Oh…baby…ma'am. You look so sexy right now. mmmf" Clark responded. He remembered he had to hold his cum in and chewed on his lip again as he watched you get yourself off.
Soon you came on your fingers and pulled them out. Clark opened his mouth ready to receive your fingers.
Which you put in his mouth and watched him suck all your cum off of them in one slurp.
Clark moaned loudly.
"Such a good boy." You cooed.
"Yes, ma'am." Clark spoke through baited breaths.
"Help me sink down on your cock, hands up baby."
Clark obeyed.
You slid down his cock slowly. Both of you moaning out loud. You guided his hands to your hips. You started slowly moving up and down on his hard cock. You mewled. your pussy squeezed him, and it felt so good to have him inside you.
Clark grunted, groaned and moaned as you bounced on his cock.
"mmm, you feel so good ma'am." He laughed in-between grunts.
You pussy was slapping against his cock as he was lost in the feeling of your hips on top of him. He was moaning in a pattern a "golly" slipping between his lips with every bounce. You went faster hitting every spot that you wanted to feel him in. The tension of the day melting away with every bounce.
"Clark You feel so fucking good!" you screamed.
"Be a good boy and cum for me." You demanded.
Clark griped your brown skin and thrust up into you from the bottom taking the breath out of you.
Clark spilled in you with a series of loud moans and your name somewhere in there too. You came together in one loud moan.
You collapsed on top of Clark. Smiling and giggling.
