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Do you think you could maybe do something for tfc x a maladaptive daydreamer reader? Like 75-80% of their day is spent lost in their head but like they don't do it when people are talking to them. Feel free to ignore this if you don't think you could do anything with it. Thanks!
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Pierrot
- Pierrot would be the type of person to be spooked about it at first but understanding about it, not because he loves you but because you probably spent your time on your own and had no other way to entertain yourself; so you kept yourself busy by daydreaming.
- One day when he was following you around when you decided to go on a walk in the parkâ this time he made sure you wouldn't see him and to his surprise you walked around the park in silence and didn't talk to anyone, you also sat on the bench for around 30 minutes staring at the lake.
- He was worried at first thinking something bad was happening until one of your friends sat next to you and asked if you were daydreaming again, all you did was nod and snapped out of it to talk to your friend. That's how he found out about it, he thought you wouldn't want to talk about it either if it was a sensitive subject to you.
- When you do talk to him about it he keeps an open mind and comforts you, reassuring you that this time; you won't be alone anymore. You'll have him to keep you company.
- There are times where both of you would just lie down in your bedroom in comfortable silence, daydreaming and enjoying the warmth of his body next to you.
Harlequin
- He probably would have thought you were daydreaming of something naughty but to his surprise you were daydreaming about a series you just finished and imagining a way it could have ended differently.
- He would find it weird at first and get concerned for a bit when he sees you staring at the cash register in silence for 15 minutes when there's no customers to attend to.
- He would respect it; of course. He might find it weird at first but heâll figure it out overtime that itâs a coping mechanism.
- One time he thought it would a great idea to see what you do during your lunch breaksâ what meets his eyes though is you staring at the wall for 15 while eating your sandwich.
- There are times though that you suddenly snap out of it when someone talks to you and he notices that thereâs times where thereâs disappointment painted on your face.
- He would definitely ask whatâs the appeal on it and youâll gladly share which ends up with him daydreaming as well; the type of daydreaming that shouldnât be discussed in the open.
Jester
- I suppose he would find it interesting, wondering why humans would even do that in the first place.
- He would be curious and would want to know what youâre daydreaming about when youâre alone, he would treat it as a joke at first but it comes to a point where the daydreams become philosophical and it becomes a deep discussion with the two of you.
- He once saw you staring at the tip of his circus tent while you stood outside Pierrotâs tent waiting for the show to start, you stood still for 20 minutes to the point there was a crowd forming.
- Heâs surprised when you donât daydream whenever you talk to anyone, especially when you seem so engrossed in your thoughts.
- After that fiasco he made sure there was areas in the circus where you can just stay at and get lost in your thoughts while you listen to mucis, he finds it cute when you have that blank look on your face.
Doctor
- He would find it very interesting and would suggest doing experiments, trying to see how long you can daydream and what are the circumstances for you to do so.
- His record of you daydreaming with no music spanned into 30 to 40 minutes whereas id you listen to music you could daydream for hours.
- He would want to know what your daydreaming and would definitely give ideas for you to daydream more which makes him more prideful.
- Heâs glad that at least youâre doing something instead of being on your phone all the time and rest assured you wouldnât do anything that csn harm you.
- One time you sat at one of the chairs at a dark corner of his tent and didnât realize how much time had passed until you felt him tap your shoulder looking slightly worried.
- Although he understands why you would do this; he would slightly discourage it and encourage you to spend your time on something else. Because during those hours in the corner you barely ate or drank
- He would try to find a way to limit or control it while still letting you have your freedom to do so, he just wants you to do it in a healthy manner.
Ticket Taker
- He would feel relieved once you open up about it to him.That would be because one time he thought of checking on you through mirrors and got spooked of you with your head turned and staring at the mirror intensely. He thought you knew he was watching you.
- However he would try to bring your daydreaming to life in his attraction after hours, not just to entertain you but also for him to think of new ways to entertain guests. what a workaholic.
- Every time he has a nagging feeling of you daydreaming he would check through different mirrors to see your location if youâre in safe location whenever heâs working, already readying himself to not get startled if he sees you intensely staring at a mirror.
- Just like the rest of them, it brings him relief that youâre daydreaming instead of doing anything bad and heâd definitely love to hear about what youâre thinking about; from the mundane to the extreme.
I hope you enjoyed your appetizer today, dear guest. Please come again for the main course or dessert âĄ.
You have been working at a Cafe that is under the infamous Lucid's Reserve restaurant chain and you couldn't be any more happier! Recently a travelling circus has settled in your town for a month and strange things starts to happen, thankfully you're aware of what's happening and have a tarot deck to guide you.
The Freak Circus x Chubby!reader
The reader's personality will be based off of how a normal person would act and what choices I would do if I were to be in the TFC universe.
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Enjoy the upcoming main course soon, Dear guest. âĄ
imagine grieving over a person that doesn't exist.
You get these dreams of a man with dusty red hair and yellow eyesâ with a smile that makes you want to pinch his face.
A man who would make you smile and be playful with,
A man who somehow has four pairs of ears that you can't help but tease about sometimes,
A man who would make sure your jewelry will perfectly fit using his evol,
A man who seems to be able to entertain your inner child but still be able to be serious when necessary.
So when you open your eyes expecting to see himâ you see an empty space next to you on your bed, it feels hollow and cold.
You sit up and look down at the empty spot next to you, unable to fight the urge to cryâ is it really possible grieve over someone that doesn't exist?
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Imagine being chubby!non-mc going in for the follow up check-up at Akso hospital because of chest pains and stomachachesâ and it just so happens that zayne decided that he is gonna be your doctor.
Part 2 of this
You're also low-key anti-social and this is based on my experience.
And I just found out you can color code here.
Not proof read
Imagine it's the day before the follow up check up.
You wanted to check out this cafe for its pastries, luckily you got inside just as it started raining but as you scan the seating area you realize that the place is packed and there's only 2 seats available. The hostess tells you that you can't be seated alone and must either be seated with a stranger or lover, just when all hope is lost you hear a familiar voice behind you and a warm hand on your shoulder. "Sorry to keep you waiting dear, did you get us seats yet?" His voice soft and tender like of a lover, you look up and see your doctor Zayne; dressed in a black button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Never would you imagine that you'd see him outside let alone not wearing his lab coat, goodness his forearms look delicious.
"N-Not yet, I was asking the hostess for a seat." I blush and shake my head, feeling my body tense up. "Oh you're both together? My apologies sir, please follow me to your table." The hostess smiled and led both of us to the only vacant table left, his hand still resting on my shoulder like a constant reminder of him. "Thank you, miss. Come dear." Zayne leaned closer and spoke so close to your ear that would make people really think you're both a couple. "W-What took you so long?" You nervously smile and try to play the part as he pulls out the chair for you to sit, he smiles and makes sure your seated first before sitting down himself. "I accidentally took the long way here is all." He chuckled as the hostess hands the menus to both of you, once the hostess was out of your line of sight you let out a sigh of relief and relax your shoulders to a slump.
"Oh my gosh, I've never done that before!" You let out a nervous laugh and cover your face with your hand, "I didn't expect to see you here, Doctor Zayne." You hold back the urge to bite your lip as you see his slender hands on the table while your hand covers the upper half of your face (to save the embarrassment that you're staring at his arms). "I didnt expect to meet you here either, I came here to try the pastries." Zayne softly smiled and gently pat your head to make you finally look up at him without covering your face; once you do though you can't help but notice his smile getting wider by a small fraction. "Really? I'm here for the same thing, this cafe opened up a month ago and I've been wanting to try their cakesâ I guess the world has a way of making things happen?" You nervously laugh and feel the need to bury yourself under the table after your last statement, thinking that your delulu is getting outta hand.
"Well that's an interesting take, why don't you go pick some of the cakes you want to try and we can share." Zayne chuckles and hands you the menu that was placed on your table. "Oh and just call me Zayne, there's no point of calling me 'doctor' when we are outside." Well god damn, might as well get on one knee and give me a ring; WHO SAID THAT????
"Oh right yes, Zayne uhm. I think the cheesecake looks great and the red velvetâ oh maybe a mocha cake too?" You smile and try not to make it obvious that you're fangirling by reading through the menu, too engrossed to notice the soft gaze Zayne has on you âĄ. "We can try everything you like and let's also get some tea on the side to refresh our palette." His eyes trails down from your face to your hands and he can't help but feel his lips curve up even more, he's not really hiding it at this point. "Yeah that sounds great uhmâ could you order for us? I'mâ not in the mood to talk to anyone that's outside my circle." You gulp and put your hands together as a plead.
"Of course. Excuse meâ waiter? We're ready to order." He nods and calls over a waiter as he tells them both of your orders, you can't help but let your gaze wonder from his eyes to his sharp jawline and to his delicious looking neck that looks like to be missing a few accessories; your bite marksâ KIDDING WHO SAID THAT??? You snap out of your thoughts and gently slap your cheeks to calm down, you must be as red as a cherry right now because a lot of people seem to be staring and smiling at the both of you, then your ears perk up when you hear the waiter mention the word couple. "What did you say?" You look up at the waiter with wide eyes and so does Zayne. "We offer a free pastry to couples if they kiss but you two seem so sweet and close so I don't think you two have to prove it, you love birds will receive four free assorted macarons with the rest of your cake slices." The waiter smiles and leaves the table to what you can assume is get the cakes and tea that was ordered.
You slowly turn your head towards Zayne with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, bewildered by the fact that the waiter assumed you both are a couple. "That can't be for real." You mumble and try not to freak out that the waiter is shipping both of you. "At least we get free macarons no?" Zayne scratches his cheek with his finger and you can't help but notice the slight blush dusted on his cheeks. "It's like fate is telling us something." Okay maybe you're not the only Delulu one here, you nervously and fidget with your fingers. "I guess so erm..." You keep your gaze down, too embarrassed to even state the obvious or if it's not obvious.
"Well if neither of us will say it first then I will take the initiative." Zayne clears his throat and sits up straight, he's gonna call you delusional isnt he? Oh well it was great being Delulu while it lastedâ "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" "Huh?" You immediately look up at him and your fidgeting stops, the air around you both feels charged with tension and bated breath. Zayne smiles at you and gently took both of your hands into his. "I said, would you like to go on a date with me?" Okay so you aren't being delusional, "yes! I would love to." You eagerly nod and can't help but smile widely, did it get more hotter in here? Maybe because your doctor is hereâ WHO SAID THAT??
"Does this count as our first date then?"
"Why not?"
Well i ran out of ideas, back in my little cave I go.
Imagine grieving over a person that doesn't exist.
You get these dreams of a man with dusty red hair and yellow eyesâ with a smile that makes you want to pinch his face.
A man who would make you smile and be playful with,
A man who somehow has four pairs of ears that you can't help but tease about sometimes,
A man who would make sure your jewelry will perfectly fit using his evol,
A man who seems to be able to entertain your inner child but still be able to be serious when necessary.
So when you open your eyes expecting to see himâ you see an empty space next to you on your bed, it feels hollow and cold.
You sit up and look down at the empty spot next to you, unable to fight the urge to cryâ is it really possible grieve over someone that doesn't exist?
I might make this into an actual oneshot, I feel really sad and immediately thought of this.
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I literally just had to step out of work real quick to read everything and catch up⌠I am fucking baffled and genuinely disgusted by this. Infold this was quite literally the worst decision you could have made???
I genuinely have to get back to work but I am fucking appalled I genuinely have no words for this.
Imagine being chubby!non-mc going in for a check-up at Akso hospital because of chest pains and crampsâ and it just so happens that zayne is the only available doctor.
You're also low-key anti-social and this is based on my experience.
This is also my first time every posting a oneshot on tumblr! Please be nice since this isn't proofread.
This is based on a skit I saw on tiktok (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSCryVjs5/)
It's been a week since you started feeling your chest hurting lately and it's not the usual type of pain, instead it felt like your heart was palpitating making it hard to breathe. Though you shrugged off the pain at first it started getting worse as the days go byâ not only that the insistent stomach cramps despite not eating anything rotten and so you took the initiative to go to Akso hospital for a check up.
You've been sitting outside the office of the doctor assigned to you named Dr. Li, it's been a while since you've been in the hospital so you can't help but feel nervous about what could be possibly going on with you. You snap out of your thoughts once you hear the nurse calling your name to enter the office, you quickly stand up and walk inside while the nurse leaves to give privacy to both of you and the doctor.
You've been so nervous that you fixated your gaze on the floor that was until you heard someone clear their throat did you finally lift your head to see a handsome doctor with glasses and charming green eyes that seemed to take your breath away before you snap out of your fantasies. "Hello! Uhh, Doctor Li, correct?" You nervously smile and try to make small talk as you put your hands together on your back to hide the fact your fidgeting in anxiety. "Correct, and you must beâ" He answered as he flipped through papers before looking up at you and his sentence cut off for a few seconds as he looked at you subtly up and down with silence before gesturing you to sit down. "So you came in because of chest pains and stomachaches, correct?" He softly asked this time unlike earlier as he took out another piece of paper possibly for prescriptions or notes, his slender hands gripping the pen nicely that makes you think of certain things.
"Yes, I'm not sure why. It started last week and it's been getting worse, I thought I would be getting my period because of my cramps but there's no blood." You respond this time as your hand gestures down to your abdomen to which is observant eyes trailed down to before snapping back to look at your face. "I see, what about the chest pains? Are these pains on your... Breasts? Or pains somewhere else?" He asked as if his question was implying something else before adding "like pains in your lungs or.. heart?" He cleared his throat and let go of his pen.
You let out a hum and try to think back on the pain too distracted to notice that he's been staring at you the whole time. "Well, it's moreso in my heart. It's like beating faster or palpitatingâ? When that happens it becomes hard to breathe." You sigh and bring your hand up to your chest feeling worried about your being. "Hm, alright. I'm just going to listen to your heart for a bit to check for any irregularities." He asked as he took off the stethoscope hanging around his shoulders and proper put it on, standing up from his chair and walking to stand in front of you as he puts the diaphragm to the left side of your chest. Listening carefully to your heartbeat to find any irregularities, the space between both of you is still professional but seeing his face up close makes you blush and might have made your heartbeat a little too fast. "Your heart is beating faster, did I make you nervous?" He smiled and took off the ear piece of the sthetoscope and let it rest on his shoulders before taking a slight step back. "It's alright, would you like to perform some breathing exercises to calm down?" He leaned his head slightly to meet your height and damn you are right where you wanna be. "S-Sure, sorry it's been a while since I've been in a hospital so I'm quite nervous." You nervously laugh and look away, despite not seeing his face you can already tell that he was smiling in understanding before taking your fidgeting hands in his. "Breathe in." He murmured as you follow his instructions, breathing in and out until the fidgeting of your hands stop and you can finally meet his gaze again.
He smiles softly and puts on the earpiece of the sthetoscope "let's try again." He hummed and pressed the diaphragm to the left side of your chest again, picking up a few irregularities before moving to stand behind you. "Please try to wheeze for me." He places the diaphragm on your back to listen in then took of the stethoscope to write down notes. "Right, I hear a bit of suddenly faster and slower beats. Have you been consuming any caffeine or nicotine lately?" He asked in concern this time as he picked up a folder to what you can assume is your medical records, his gaze lingering at your cheeks. "I don't smoke, I do drink coffee but I drink half a cup and limit it to one per day. I'm not athletic either." You shrug your shoulders and look at him. "What's wrong with me Doctor Li?" You ask with worry in your voice as your lips form a slight frown.
"Please, call me Zayne." He chuckled and try to lighten up the atmosphere, "Based on past medical records it could be because of stress or your possible anemia." He hummed as put on blue sterile gloves. "Can you please lie down on the bed? I'll be pressing some parts of your abdomen so you can tell me which part hurts." You nod and stand up leaving your bag on the chair as you lie down on the nearby bed. He walked over and looks at you waiting for your nod, once you do he carefully puts his hand on your abdomen. Pressing certain parts to see your reaction, when his hand presses on the lower left of your abdomen do you slightly wince and flinch. "Right there, it hurts when there's pressure." He nods and getsures you to sit up as he takes off his gloves. "It could be menstrual cramps. Do you have a partner, by chance?" He asks as if it's a normal question as he walks back to his desk to write down again.
"No, what is the relevance of that question?" You look at him with slight shock as you get up to go back to the chair with your things. "Well if you have a partner it could be that you've been doing sexual intercourse?" He asked and looked up at you with some sort of spark in his eyes. "No, I don't have a partner and... Well I'm a virgin." You blush and nervously laugh which made him subtly sigh in relief which you barely noticed. "What is your period like? Is it heavy on the first day or only by the following days?" He opens your medical records folder as he skims through it. "My periods usually only become heavy during the second or third day and there's times I skip a month." You answer and smile nervously at him before he finally comes to a diagnosis. "I see, well since you possibly have anemia I recommend getting your blood tested to see which type of anemia. Then you'll have to probably take iron medication for 3 months then come back for a follow up check up to narrow down the type of anemia again." He nods and types something on his computer, "I can get you lined up for a blood sampling tomorrow if you'd like? You will have to fast for 7 hours then wait 3 days for the results to be shown to me." He smiles and closes the folder, "I'll be your doctor again since I can grasp your background easily." He cleared his throat and you can't help but notice a slight flush on the tips of his ears.
"I seeâ thank you so much, Doctor Zayne." You smile finally feeling relieved from worrying for the past week. "Of course, you're welcome. Safe travels." He nods and smile as you pick up your things and leave his office.
Maybe you should have asked for his number.
That's fine though, he can find your number in your medical records and you'll be coming back in a few days :)
Sylus was magnetic. The kind of man who commanded every room without even trying. Charismatic in a dangerous way, with that lazy, knowing smirk, those red cat-like eyes and a voice like velvet wrapped around a knife.
People didnât just approach him, they were drawn to him. Some did it foolishly, lured by the thrill of his presence; othersâ mostly womenâwere pulled in by his raw, masculine aura.
Everyone in the room knew exactly what he was: the leader of Onychinus, a man who could ruin lives with a single word or a flick of his fingers. And, more importantly, everyone knew he was taken.
Everyone, except the whore of a hostess at the restaurant you were at now.
You were right by his side, clearly accompanying him, yet she flirted with him shamelessly. She leaned far too close over the polished counter, batting her lashes, her fingers lingering on his wrist when she grabbed his card. She was clearly enchanted by the infamous Sylus. He didnât encourage it, but that signature smirk of his stayed in place, unreadable.
When you finally sat across from each other in the private booth, you ignored him completely. You stared pointedly at the menu, your jaw tight, but the words were a blur of meaningless ink. Your mind was still replaying the way that woman had looked at him like he was a prize to be won, ignoring the fact that you were by his side. It made your blood boil.
You gripped the menu at the thought.
âKitten.â
You didnât look up. You could feel his gaze on youâthat heavy, all-knowing weight that always made your skin prickle.
âSweetie, are you jealous?â
The audacity. You lowered the menu just enough to glare at him, letting all your irritation bleed into your expression. âNo.â
Sylus leaned back against the leather booth, one arm draped lazily along the seat. He looked completely relaxed, entirely too entertained. âLetâs try again. Are you jealous of a hostess I didnât even glance at twice?â
âShe was practically hanging over the counterâ you countered, your voice a sharp, low blade.
âAnd?â
And you let her, you thought, a surge of possessive fury overriding your restraint. You stood there like a king, enjoying the worship.
âAnd youâŚâ You didn't finish the sentence. Instead, you dropped the menu entirely, leaning forward. Slowly, deliberately, you began to slide your heel up his thigh under the low table. The movement was teasing and measured, the sharp stiletto dragging along the expensive fabric of his trousers, feeling the hard, toned muscle beneath. ââŚdidnât say anything.â
His relaxed posture shifted instantly. His crimson eyes sharpened, turning dark and heavy with sudden interest. He didnât pull away; he simply parted his legs a little wider, inviting you in, that dangerous smirk deepening with clear amusement and a flicker of growing arousal.
âWhy would I wasteââ
You didnât let him finish. He was always so prone to lecturing, to trying to regain the upper hand with his smooth words. You dragged the heel back down with deliberate slowness, sliding it over the growing bulge in his trousers until the sharp point rested directly against his hardening cock. Then you pressed. Hard.
A low, ragged groan tore from Sylusâs throat. It wasn't the polished, composed sound he usually reserved for his subordinates; it was raw, unfiltered, and entirely yours. His crimson eyes flashed with a predatory hunger, the usual calm mask fracturing as his hips jerked forward, involuntarily chasing the sharp, punishing pressure of your heel.
âYouâre really punishing me with the heels I bought you?â he rasped, a dark, breathless chuckle mixing with the words. âNaughty little thing⌠Look at you, all jealous and territorial.â
His large hand shot under the table instantly, fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle, anchoring your stiletto firmly against his throbbing length. He didnât push you away. Instead, he ground up against itâslow, deliberate movements that let you feel every thick inch of him swelling and straining desperately against the expensive fabric.
âHarder, sweetieâ he murmured âIf youâre that mad about the hostess touching me, then punish me properly. Grind that pretty, expensive heel into my cock with all that jealousy.â He was rock-hard under your heel now, thick, heavy, and throbbing with every heartbeat. He was waiting for your next move, completely at your mercy, and he was clearly loving every second of the surrender.
But you suddenly stopped, yanking your ankle out of his grip.
The sudden shift in your demeanor caught him off guardâa flicker of genuine surprise finally pierced through his predatory mask. As you stood up, moving with a lethal grace, you didn't give him a second to recover. You slid into his side of the booth and straddled his lap.
He didn't protest as your fingersâdeliberate and steadyâreached for his belt. The heavy buckle clicked open with a sharp sound, followed by the slide of the zipper, exposing him to the cool air of the restaurant booth and the overwhelming heat radiating from you.
He looked up at you then, his crimson eyes dilated, burning with a mix of shock and dark hunger. He was a man accustomed to owning every situation, yet here he wasâpinned, exposed, and entirely captivated by your next move.
You leaned down, your gaze locking with his, your voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur that seemed to vibrate against his skin. You guided him to your already slick entrance, one hand sliding your panties aside beneath the fabric of your crimson dressÂ
"You," you said, your voice dripping with an authority that matched his own as you lowered yourself, taking his tip inside you. He groaned as his cock twitched, thick and desperate for more.Â
You kept your eyes fixed on his, your hands moving to cup his face, your palms pressing against his sharp jawline.
"Are," you continued, your voice breathless now as you began to settle, sinking further down, feeling his length fill you completelyâan intoxicating fullness that made your head swim.
"Mine."
You sat down fully, the air driven from your lungs in a sharp, jagged exhale. Sylus let out a guttural, broken growl as his hands gripped your hips as if he were trying to imprint his touch onto your skin as you started moving on him, desperate and unrelenting.
"Look at you" he rasped, his hands digging into your waist to guide your rhythm. "So demanding when you finally decide to take what's yours."
You didn't answer, caught in the friction and the overwhelming heat of him. You accelerated, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the small booth. The world narrowed down to the pressure, the slide, and the way he looked at youâworshipful and ruined. When the release finally crashed over you, pulling a sharp cry from your throat, he followed immediately. He groaned, a deep, earth-shaking sound that vibrated through your joined bodies, and he spilled into you, holding you anchored against him as he bucked upward.
As the aftershocks faded, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, feeling the heavy, wet evidence of him dripping down your inner thighs. You quickly adjusted your underwearâtrapping the slick warmth against youâand smoothed the dress back into place, sliding out of his lap to return to your seat.
Sylus let out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze heavy and possessive as he watched you fix your hair.
âWell, looks like my kitten decided to bare her clawsâ he rasped, that smug grin never leaving his face. âFeeling better now?â
You turned your head away with an exaggerated little âHm.â
Sylus laughed, his eyes dark with lingering heat. âIâll take that as a yes.â
"women don't have a refractory period after orgasm. which would imply that there isn't an established maximum number of orgasms a woman can have in one session." you explain.
"makes one wonder what it's like for men, no?"
he exhales through his nose, taking his glasses off. âI must ask,â lips twitching to suppress a fond smile. âwhere youâre sourcing these facts.â
how you get to the bedroom afterward is just a blurry mess of tongue and teeth and spit.
What part of you hadnât fucked his still-hard cock? He was well past coherent thought now, senses dulled, pliant. as if drunk.
his thighs twitch as you keep pumping him slow and tight. his forearm drapes over his eyes, mouth parting as pretty sounds spill free.
âweâre at four,â you remind him, generous enough to keep count for him. you doubt he still can.
âh-how long do you plan onâmmhâgoing?â he drags his arm down just to watch your hand work him.
âtill you shoot blanks," you hum, just as affected as him.
The way his length jumps at every touch to his mess-slick tip, cum already frothing thick lewdly at the base, the way his whimpers keep slipping looseâhas you pulsing around nothing. zayneâs fingers find your folds, gathering the slick mix of your translucent arousal and his creamy spend as it dribbles down, pooling on the sheets.
his knuckles brush your clit. it makes you jolt and you swat his hand away. his cock jerks hard in your grip. Oh. is he into that?
âdonât distract me,â you murmur, lifting his hand to your mouth instead. You kiss his fingertips, slow.
His gaze goes glassy. you take two of his fingers in, sucking gently. The sound he makes is wrecked. downright sinfulâsomething you've never heard before. his jaw clenches to hold back sounds. still, you bite the tip of his fingers.
and that's all it takes. he lets out a shuddered whimper as thick jets of cum spurt into your hand.
you give him a moment to breathe, to ride out his orgasm, before you straddle him. He opens his mouth to protest but it dies in his throat as soon as your juicy pussy lips rub over his hardening length.
"just one more and then we stop." you promise. seeing his state, he likely wouldn't be able to see the endeavor through. his cock stiffens once you slip it in you.
"your dedication to your work," a lazy smirk plays on his face, hands finding your hips as you begin to move on him. "Is very attractive."
"godâyou're way too big," you savour the fullness that comes with being impaled on his perfectly chubby cock. zayne pulls you into a sloppy, messy kiss, his sticky spend stretching in obscene strings against your ass each time you bounce on him, wet plaps filling the room.
"push meâhah!âas far as you want." he murmurs into the kiss, before he lets out a small moan when you keep tightening at his words, gripping his poor, oversensitive dick like a vice.
your pace grows insistent. desperate. his swollen head drags along every ridge of your tight walls so wonderfully that your vision blurs. zayne's lips go lower, placing open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, the curve of your tits, eating up his drying cum.
how can you last long when he's like this? One brush to your clit and youâre breaking, sobbing as you clamp down and milk him for another orgasm. he groans, spilling again.
still, zayne manages to spread your folds apart, watching your hole twitch around him, until his cum creams hot around the stretched rim of you.
his fingers trace it, where your hole pulses around him in the last throes of your release.
"wanna take a picture?" You tease.
part 3 of the FOR SCIENCE series
"no. this sightâ" his eyes never leave the place you're joined. "Is for my eyes alone."
synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OUâ enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. thatâs the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and heâs already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But thatâs not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, heâs talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He canât help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock wonât stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
ââŚko,â He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
ââŚalko.â There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and heâd thank you.
âValko!â He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lickâ
âYeah?â His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like heâs keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. Youâre so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and biteâ
âAs I was saying,â You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. âWe need to make sure youâre comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when thereâs full moons, right?â
âMmh.â Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, youâre well aware that heâs got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. Youâre not ignorant.Â
What you donât know is that heâs much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. Itâs you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He canât be bad, he canât be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he canât even hide it anymore.Â
Youâre rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.Â
ââŚunless thatâs too extreme.â You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? Whatâs going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasnât like this last month. âLook, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that itâs a supermoon it could be worse, but Iâd prefer you to actually respondâ oh.â
Valko is drooling. Valkoâs eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.Â
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you wonât say anything foolish.Â
âDonât laugh.â Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.Â
âI wasnât going to.â You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two havenât shared the bed recently. Youâve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And youâve been very wound up these last few days.
âI think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.â A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. Youâre making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.Â
âOh, is it getting worse?â You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valkoâs lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
âPleaseâŚâ
âWhat do you need me to do, my love?â Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.Â
You donât want that, though. He has to say it.
âI canât help if you donât tell me.â
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesnât want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesnât make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and youâre giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do⌠will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. âYou have to tell me no if you canât do it.â
âI will.â You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
âIf youâre grossed outââ
âI wonât be grossed out, Val.â You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. âNothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that Iâll handle whatever you need and that Iâll tell you if I canât. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.â
That makes him chuckle. âYouâll tell me the second youâre uncomfortable?â
âThe millisecond.â
His next request comes out more sheepishly. âYouâll tell me Iâm doing good?â
âIâll put a poet to shame.â
âPull my hair?â
âPut a collar on you too if youâre feeling feisty.â
A sigh of relief escapes Valkoâs lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. âI want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.â
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight youâd think heâs terrified that youâll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for youâ that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only âdifficultâ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and thatâs just because heâs antsy whenever the full moon happens.Â
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
Youâve been bouncing on the manâs cock for two hours.Â
Youâre not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.Â
âValâ ooh, fuck!â Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesnât mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, heâs lost the need to think.
âS-So good,â His throat is torn from how loud heâs been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then heâd end up swelling so much that heâd be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldnât have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?Â
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still wonât give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. â âm I fuckinâ you good?â
âHahâ mhm. Such a good boy.â You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isnât all that you can sense. âSo big and thick and hot⌠soâ Valkoâ so full âf you, want you deeper, youâre so good!â
Youâre on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valkoâs strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. Itâs the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if heâs been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like youâre made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
âValko,â You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and youâll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. âIâm close. Iâm so close. Hnn, need youâ cum with me.â
âYouâ oh, you sure?â He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. âIâllââ
âKnot me, mhm.â You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This manâs frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that thereâs reason to complain. âYouâre gonna swell up so fuckinâ thick, yeah?â
He nods. âGonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ân rut into me?â
âYeah,â He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. â âm gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.â You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
âThen youâll be a good boy, right?â You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. âCum with me, and stay inside all night.â You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. âCan you do that for me?â
Valkoâs a simple man. You ask for something and heâll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, âI love you.â
âI know, baby.â You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valkoâs hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once heâs soft. âNow be good and cum with me.âÂ
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You knew Rafayel could be mean. But this? This was making your head spin.
"You're so beautiful like this, cutie." His words are sweet, yet his tone is clearly mocking. You strain against the ropes keeping you pinned to the bed, the gag in your mouth preventing you from voicing your desperation.
Your cruel yet beautiful boyfriend is settled between your spread legs, absentmindedly turning a wand vibrator in his hand. The other rests on your thigh, stroking the heated skin slowly. Probably intended to be a comforting gesture, but it only works you up more.
He'd been at this for hours.
"Focus. Don't start going dumb on me now. Though, that's your natural state, isn't it?" He smacks the sensitive skin of your inner thigh to regain your attention, smiling as you quickly lock onto his form. His smile is so joyous, so charming. At least, you're pretty sure it is. It's hard to see through the tears.
"P-please!" You manage to whine through the gag, though it has the opposite effect. His gaze darkens, leaning over you until he's so close his nose nearly brushes yours.
"I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" His tone is soft, but the underlying threat is clear. You nod quickly, and it passes in a flash. He grins, kissing your forehead and sitting back up.
"You're usually such a good listener cutie! Haven't gone that dumb yet, have you?" He lowers the vibrator back down to your aching clit, relishing in the way you gasp, back arching in a desperate attempt to get away from the stimulation.
"Getting close?" He practically laughs at your pinched expression of desperation, tears soaking the pillow under your head. As if feeling bad for your poor pitiful form, he leans down once more, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
"Aw, don't cry! I'll let you cum soon, okay?" He pulls the gag from your mouth, allowing you the reprieve of pleading openly.
"Please! Pl-please Raf I-I can't take anymore please-please let me cum?"
For a moment, everything freezes. Like the calm before a storm, he studies you intensely, as if you're no more than a small fish floating by the open sharks' mouth.
"Alright. Since you were so well behaved today. You can cum. But not yet. I didn't give you permission to speak, remember?"
I know Valko has been introduced to us just today and we obviously don't know how his personality is gonna be like but IM SO FERAL IF HE COMES OUT CALLING MC PUP!!!!! đŤŚâ¨
So I'm gonna leave this quick and maybe bad written PWP drabble of Valko. SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
| ⢠Also, please take in mind that this may not be how Valko's personality would be in the game, he is a new character that we still don't know how he is gonna be. So I just made this for fun đ ⢠|
Credits to dividers: @/cafekitsune
You held tightly the pillow under you, digging your nails and almost ripping the fabric of it as you were lost in his thrusts. Slow, sloppy, feral.
Both of you sweating, his big chest flushed with your back as he moaned and growled in your ear, making your eyes roll back. Getting lost at the mix of sensations.
âThat's it, so good for me~" he kept sliding his fat cock with that delicious and torturous slow pace as he snaked his arm around your neck to form a lock, holding you down completely. At his mercy.
You held back a whimper when he hit that good spot inside of you, bitting your bottom lip trying to hide it. But he already knew. "Did that feel good, pup?â he couldn't help but chuckle. Oh you were so doomed~.
He lifted his hips slightly to adjust his angle and hit that sweet spot again, making you see stars as he didn't stop. You were drooling all over the pillow as you scratched his forearm that was holding you down, drawing blood under your nails.
His other hand pressing firmly on your abdomen to make the sensation more intense. You could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, eager to knock you up and shoot that creamy seed.
His tail thwamped behind him on the bed, he couldn't stop, he needed to breed you nice and round. His fangs already aching to dig on your nape as his tongue licked all the way up your throat, savouring your taste. His nose pressing behind your ear and giving a good big sniff to your scent. Yes, you were perfect, just a perfect mate for him.
âIâm not letting go of you. I'll take good care of you, pup. Just let me mate you properly. Breed you and give you a big litter of pups~â
I'M SORRY WHAT DID I JUST WROTE!!?!?
I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!.... And know I need more~ uwu