All you have is sun and moon symbolism and fire and water symbolism and yin and yang and the forbidden love trope and the intentional oma and shu parallels and support from the voice actors for both characters and support from the main writers for both characters and support from some of the lead animators including one who made official art and undeniable primary source evidence that they were being set up as love interests and each being the epitome of what the other expresses wanting in a partner and parallel mother loss and parallel daddy issues and parallel sibling relationships and angst with a happy ending and insane chemistry and a romantic song named after them on the official album and both having a spirit persona from the other's culture and everything about the Final Agni Kai and the fact that they look amazing together. Which is basically nothing.
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Imagine it's a rainy evening and Isabelle and Doomguy start playing cat's cradle with a ball of yarn and they get so into it that they stay up way past their bedtime and then Isabelle is like, we should go to bed and Doomguy is like, okay, just five more minutes
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Man! I really miss those times when we all were collectively losing our minds over the stick figures pv... Who would have thought we would be here now?
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? 🤷🏼♀️👀
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.
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I’m thinking about Doom sneaking Isabelle into the movies by hiding her inside his sweater and her tail wagging against his stomach which accidentally tickles him and then they’re both laughing until they get kicked out of the theater
Roommate! Valko’s heightened senses leave you no privacy.
Part 2 coz of popular demand 👅, find part 1 here
NSFW, minors DNI
You couldn’t have imagined this happening in a million years.
With your roommate’s cock on full display before you, springing up to hit his belly button the second it was freed from its confines, you would have easily mistaken the mouth-watering sight for a dream.
Then Valko tapped the head against your clit, pulling you back to reality, sending a delicious shiver running up both your spines at the bare contact. He smirked down at you, eyebrows raised.
“Giving out already?”
“N-No.”
But all you could focus on was how thick his dick looked. The fat mushroom head looked like it could impale you, making your throat go bone dry. You were definitely going to have to put in work to take all of that.
“Good. Eyes on me now, pup.”
He grabbed your thighs, yanking them up into a mean mating press. He leaned in impossibly close, claiming your lips in a feverish kiss– dizzying enough that you almost missed his cock pressing up against your folds.
Almost. There was no mistaking the way his massive length began to split your tiny hole apart. But just as he caught against your tight ring and started to push through, his tip slipped, sliding forward to drag over your clit instead.
“Fuck,” Valko groaned under his breath, losing his mind at the way your bare pussy felt against him. He knew he was fucked when he thought about the real deal gripping him instead.
“C'mon babygirl, I know you can take it. F'me, pretty please?”
He sounded so sweet you could've mistaken him for a kid asking for candy, except he didn't give you a choice. Grabbing the base of his dick, he forcefully sank into your pussy while the poor thing struggled and stretched to take him in fully.
You tried to ground yourself by gripping his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin and probably drawing blood.
Right as you felt his blunt tip grazing your cervix, you were sure you couldn't take any more. A whimper caught in Valko's throat, but somehow, he managed to push even deeper, driving past your limit. With one last thrust, he bottomed out completely, leaving you both moaning into each other's mouths at the feeling.
He cradled the back of your head, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good job, baby.”
A sharp squeal tore from your throat as he suddenly rammed into you hard.
“S-sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just- fuck. You feel too good.”
He couldn't get enough of it. Barely giving you time to adjust, his hips started moving on their own, snapping into your wet heat. Your body would have been thrown back if not for his unyielding grip pinning you to him. “ Take it–.You did this on purpose, didn’t you, pup? Wanted my attention, wanted me to ruin this perfect little cunt.”
Valko's filthy words did more to you than you’d care to admit, pussy involuntarily clenching around him.
You heard his breath hitch, hips stuttering, "Shit, do that again."
And he snapped into you even harsher, "Do that again," he snarled, repeating himself, getting desperate with the way he rutted into you.
And that was your final undoing, and your body went limp. He groaned as your pussy impossibly tightened around him. He held you through it, watching you babble nonsense while your sticky release dripped down where you were connected.
And this also sent Valko over the edge, teeth gritting together as his dick pulsed inside you, shooting his hot load in ropes.
And before you could register it, you felt something bulbous at the base of his cock press up against your already struggling hole.
Your eyebrows scrunched together, confused at the foreign feeling.
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Hi again! Unfortunately theres a new scam about, this is from a valko fb group im in 😩… please spread the word, we need everyone fighting for our wolf to stay safe and avoid those who wanna take advantage of the situation. Thank you for doing what you do!
