☆Hi! On here you can call me Star or Starly (it's actually the name of my OC but wtv i don't have another idea rn)
☆❗️BEWARE I repost/like nsfw posts (so preferably mdni❗️)
☆I'll manly post about LADS since I downloaded the app for the fanfics about that in the first place, but i'll also write about/reblog about my other interests.
☆About me:
.Favorite color ~ Purple💜
.Age ~ 18
.Favorite shape/symbol ~ Stars✨️⭐️💫
.Height ~ 5'8 / 1m74
.LaDs main ~ Xavier ofc 💜⭐️
.Hobbies ~ Crochet * Video games *Singing* Design
.Favorite seasons ~ Fall * Spring
.Major ~ English
.Favorite smell ~ Anything light, flowery or slightly powdery
.Zodiac ~ Sagittarius ♐️
.Nationality ~ French * Carribean
.Fun facts ~ My real name signifies grace/elegance and I have emetophobia 🧍🏾♀️
☆Here are some of my interests (really unorganised after all I dabble in everything)
.LaDs (duh)
.Anime/Cartoons (Trigun series <3, Sk8 the infinity, Castelvania, Panty and stocking, Soul Eater, JJK, Howl's Moving Castle, Link Click, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Knights of Guiniver, TADC, The summer Hikaru died)
.Games (Resident evil, Danganronpa series, Fran Bow, Sally face, FNAF, Minecraft, Animal crossing, Infinity nikki, A Date with death, Date Everything, DDLC, Burning The Midnight Oil, Eldarya, Omori) ect. I defenitly forgot some
.Youtube roster (Berleezy, Coryxkenshin, Crackhead Chronicles, Deb Smikle, Benoftheweek, Trixie and Katya, Ike eveland, Legends of Avantris, Brittany broski, Kubz scouts, Markiplier, Wankil, LABY, Macdoesit, Luch, Clarence Angelo, Nafarnia, Kennie JD, Quenlin Blackwell, LARRAY, Ian Fujimoto)
☆I would also put music but my recs are all ovet the place so i'll just put my playlists/Spotify account:👀
☆Playlist
☆Account
☆YouTube channel
Hiiii :3
This is huge for Star✨️
but it's also pretty big for milkyway
(I mostly post unedited visual novel gameplays)
This was super fun to make but I may have yapped to long oups.😩
Everyone's welcome to ask me any question under here or in my ask.
(Also, bigots of all types are not welcome here, don't even bother interacting, you'll just get blocked) 😽
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Click here for a visual of what inspired this and don't forget to follow Ekay!
CW: Dry humping. Dirty talk. Self love. Smut.
🔞MDNI🔞
Wc: 3,562
Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
When they find you humping a pillow (Part 2)
"What the hell?" That definitely sounded like Caleb, but the way he called your name was different. Not playful or teasing like usual. It was raw, desperate, almost pained. For a moment you think Caleb must have heard you come home and is calling for you from the kitchen. But the sound comes again, louder and it's clear something is very wrong.
You freeze on the stairs, hand tightening on the railing when you realize the noise is coming from upstairs.
Against your better judgment, you find yourself moving up the stairs, footsteps silent on the carpeted steps. You creep closer to his bedroom door, which is slightly open. You hear him grunt, followed by the creaking of bedsprings. Your stomach twists into knots as you push the door open a little wider, peeking inside.
The sight that greets you steals the breath from your lungs.
Caleb, is on his knees on the bed, holding with both hands a pillow that is clutched tightly between his legs. His abs flex and tense with each thrust of his hips, the defined lines of his six pack glistening with a sheen of sweat.
A deep moan tears from his throat, your name falling from his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. "Y/N..." he grunts with a sharp buck of his hips. The metal dog tag you gave him, the one he never takes off, swings and clanks against his chest with every movement.
His face is flushed a deep red, eyes open in concentration his dark brown hair falls messily over his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his skin. He looks lost in his own twisted fantasy, chasing some dark desire that you can only imagine involves you.
You stand there frozen, feeling a confusing mix of shock and embarrassment. You know you should look away, give him privacy, but you can't tear your eyes from the sight of him so consumed by lust.
His breathing comes in ragged pants, chest heaving as he continues to grind against the pillow.
You don't know whether to be flattered, terrified, or turned on. Probably all three. But most of all, you are stunned. You had no idea Caleb was this intense.
The sound of the pillow rubbing against his heavy balls up to the tip of his cock, already slick with precum, makes you squeeze your thighs together.
"Fuck, pipsqueak..." Caleb grunts, "You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and perfect around my cock." He gives a sharp thrust and the pillowcase darkens with precum.
His filthy whispers fill the room, painting a vivid picture of the act he wishes he was performing on you. "Gonna fill this sweet little pussy up. Pump you so full of my cum, you'll be dripping with it for days."
Your cheeks flush hotly at his words. You've never heard Caleb speak like this before. It's raw, it's real, and it's terrifyingly intense. A dark shiver runs through you as you imagine him saying those things to you, doing those things to you.
His grip on the pillow tightens, knuckles turning white as he holds on for dear life. The bed frame creaks beneath him, "Fuck, I need it... I need you... Gonna cum... Gonna fucking cum..." he snarls, hips jerking erratically now. The pillow case is thoroughly soaked, the spreading dark patch testifying to his desperation.
A gasp escapes you as you take an unconscious step forward and the door swings open a bit more. In that same moment, Caleb's head snaps up, eyes flying open wide when he realizes he's no longer alone.
But it's too late. Far too late to stop the inevitable. With a deep moan that echoes off his bedroom walls, Caleb's back arches finding release. His hips jerk forward one last time, and thick ropes of pearly white cum erupt from his cock, splattering obscenely across his stomach and chest.
Some of it even reaches his flushed cheek, a single strand dangling from his jawline as he pants harshly, struggling to catch his breath. His pelvis is glazed with his cum, the patch of hair there dripping with his seed.
For a moment, time seems to stand still. Caleb stares at you, eyes blazing with emotions, shock, embarrassment, but above all, hunger. It's like he's seeing straight into your soul and you are frozen in place, your own breath coming in shallow gasps. You don't know what to say, what to do. You are not sure if you should run, scream, or...god help you...take a step closer and let him pull you into his arms.
So you do the only thing you can think of. You step out of the room, you let the door swing shut behind you with a soft click. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you stand there, back pressed against the closed door. You can still picture the look on his face, the raw need that contorted his features. It will be burned into you mind forever.
How can we go back to the way things were after this?
Your heart skips a beat as you hear an unfamiliar noise coming from Sylus' room. It sounds like...grunting? You pause midstep, standing still just outside his bedroom door.
There's a strange, rhythmic creaking of bedsprings that makes your brows furrow. What on earth is Sylus doing in there at this hour, especially if he's not a morning person? You've never heard him make noises like that before. Perhaps surprising him like this wasn't the best idea after all.
You open the door slowly, 'maybe he is having a nightmare' you tell yourself. Your heart lurches into your throat, eyes widening in shock. He is not having a nightmare, but something far more...intense. He's kneeling on the bed, gripping a pillow tightly between his thighs. The way his arm clutches it, fingers digging into the fabric, suggests a desperate, almost feral need.
His other hand is fisted in the sheets behind him, knuckles white from the force of his grip. The bed creaks and sways with his movements, the rocking of his hips unmistakable even in the dim light. He's panting, low grunts and growls rumbling from his chest as he grinds himself against the pillow, chasing his pleasure.
Shock roots you to the spot, hand still on the door handle. He's looking down at his throbbing cock, watching it, each slow thrust. His hips roll slowly at first, the movement controlled as he builds towards his peak.
"Fuck, kitten," he grunts, "You take me so deep, all the way into that tight little throat. That's it, open wider, take every fucking inch..."
You feel heat between your legs at the sound of his filthy words, arousal dampening the fabric of your panties
Suddenly, his thrusts turn quick and desperate, the arm gripping the bed slipping a bit. The sound of the pillowcase rubbing against him and the slap of his cock against his stomach fill the room. Beads of precum smear across his skin with each thrust.
You can't look away, even when your cheeks burn and your core throbs with need. You know Sylus is seconds away from coming, his thrusts becoming desperate.
He is fully lost now head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip hard, stifling a moan that threatens to spill out. You are not even touching yourself but you can feel your body responding to his fantasy as if it were real. As if you were the one on your knees, choking on his thick cock, gagging for his cum.
You gasp softly as he orgasms, his long moan of "Take it all, kitten... suck me dry" echoing through the room. The sight of his release splattering across his stomach and staining the sheets is shockingly erotic.
There's so much of it. Thick, creamy ropes of cum paint his skin and the pillow beneath him. You can't help but picture how it would feel, the weight of it heavy and warm on your tongue, sliding down your throat. The thought makes your mouth water.
His cock pulses and throbs as he rides out his orgasm, spurting the last few weak drops of cum onto the pillow. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, arm gripping the sheets trembling slightly.
You are about to close his door when you hear his voice again. You freeze, hand still on the door handle, as he speaks.
"You, watching me, made this much more pleasurable, kitten. Don't walk away now."
You should have known you couldnt slip away unnoticed.
Fuck
Three weeks, that's how long you were on a mission and apart from him.
When you open the front door and walk in you notice the house is quiet, too quiet, as you set your bag down by the shoe rack, kicking off your boots.
Your heart flutters with anticipation as you tiptoe down the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. The early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the house as you approach the slightly open bedroom door.
"Y/n...fuuuuuuuck"
He couldn't be...was he?
He was.
Your mouth falls open in shock when you see Zayne. He's on his hands and knees on the bed, a pillow placed between his legs. One hand grips the pillow tightly, holding it firmly against his body as he slowly thrusts his hips, his hard cock trapped between the pillow and his pelvis.
His other hand clutches the bedsheets in front of him like a lifeline. His black hair falls forward, hiding his eyes and his broad shoulders rise and fall with each breath. The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of the bed creaking with his movements and the stifled groans that escape his lips. The sight of his muscular back moving with each thrust sends a shiver down your spine and ignites a fire low in your belly.
You realize that he's not just turned on, but he's already found release once, the pillowcase, now soaked with his essence, testifies to it. He's using the damp fabric, slick with cum, to bring himself to the brink again.
His dick, the tip an angry, almost painful shade of red, pulses and throbs with need. His balls draw up tight and his toes curl.
His face, usually so stoic and controlled, is flushed and you can tell he's on the very edge of another orgasm. Your heart pounds wildly as you watch him chase his release, his hips moving more urgently now. His hand claws at the sheets, bunching the fabric in his fist.
Your own body responds with a deep throb of desire. You can feel the dampness pooling between your thighs, the way your nipples strain against the fabric of your bra. But you remain still, a silent witness to the intimate moment, not wanting to startle him.
He yanks the pillow closer, using it for more friction, more stimulation. "Fuck..." he growls "Always so fucking tight... such a good girl...making me cum twice"
Contrary to before, he doesn't hold back his noises now. A guttural moan, tears from his throat as he finds his release. It's followed by a litany of curses, each one punctuated by the jerking of his hips and the pulsing of his cock.
"Fuck... shit... damn...Take it... take it all..." You are sure the sight of him losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, will be seared into your mind forever.
You step into the room and walk towards him, eyes drinking in the sight of him, back glistening with sweat, hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. As you approach him, he slowly turns his head, his eyes blinking in surprise and confusion as they meet yours. He's still gripping the sheets and pillow tightly.
Without hesitation, you reach out and swipe a finger along the tip of his softening cock, collecting the pearly drops of his release that cling to the sensitive skin. Then you bring your finger to your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly lick it clean, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste of him.
"Surprise, honey," you say softly with a playful smirk "I'm home early."
You sigh softly as you remember the last time you saw Rafayel, just a few days ago. He had been absorbed in his painting, hunched over a large canvas propped up in his art studio.
You open his front door and walk inside with a basket of freshly prepared food tucked under your arm. You walk to his studio but he is not in there.
An unusual sound drifting down from upstairs makes you stop in place. It's a soft, strangled noise.
Was that a whimper?
Your brows furrow with concern and you set the basket of food down quietly on the staircase, not wanting to disturb whatever may be happening, but unwilling to ignore what sounds like distress.
Climbing the stairs quietly you approach Rafayel's bedroom door. The whimpering grows louder, now unmistakable. Your hand hovers over the doorknob and you take a deep breath before slowly turning it. As you push the door open just a bit, you peek through to see Rafayel.
It's not his face flushed a deep shade of red that extends to the tips of his ears or the sweat dripping down his chest that makes your heart skip a beat. It's the way he's positioned on the bed, with a pillow clutched tightly between his legs, his hips rocking and rutting against it with desperate, needy thrusts. His left hand gripping the pillow tightly, keeping it firmly in place as his other hand braces against the mattress, holding himself up.
Desperate whimpers and whines spill from his lips as he grinds his hips against the pillow, his eyes screwed shut in a mix of pleasure and what looks like anguish.
He pulls the pillow closer, the tip of his cock becomes visible with each thrust. It disappears and reappears, glistening with precum as he thrust against the fabric. It makes your face flush hotly, your eyes going wide as you instinctively press a hand to your mouth to stifle any sound.
"Please... please cutie... let me cum..." Rafayel whimpers "Please, I need it so bad... I can't... I can't hold back anymore..." You've only witnessed him in this state once before, and the memory of that intimate moment together flashes through your mind. The raw need in his eyes as he begged you to let him find release within your warmth and tightness.
A single tear of frustration trickles down his flushed cheek, glistening in the soft light. "Fuck... I can ... smell her..." he chokes out, his voice breaking with need. The pillow is now soaked with his sweat and the weeping tip of his cock.
It's clear that Rafayel is thinking of you, craving you, desperate to fill you but he is also having trouble reaching his peak, so you decide to help.
You walk softly towards the bed and when he sees you his thrusts against the pillow falter, then stop altogether. He looks up at you with wide, teary eyes, cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red.
That's when you see the raw vulnerability and need in his expression, the way he's stripped bare of all his usual composure and confidence. It's both humbling and deeply intimate, a rare glimpse into the true depth of his desire for you.
Sitting down gently beside him on the bed, you lean in close, your lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear and in a soft, encouraging whisper, you breathe out the words:
"Keep going, Raf. Cum for me."
Those three simple words, spoken with such gentle encouragement, seem to be the final push Rafayel needs. His eyes flutter closed, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face.
With a hoarse cry of your name, Rafayel's body goes rigid, his hips jerking forward as he finds his much needed release. Thick, warm ropes of cum spurt from his fat cock, coating the pillow and his hand as he grips it with white knuckles.
"Such a good boy, Raf," you coo softly, reaching out to gently brush a damp lock of hair from his forehead. Your touch makes him shiver, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
You're glad you brought food, because you know you will both need it after the long day and night ahead of you.
You slip the key he gave you into the lock and turn it slowly, easing the door open as quietly as possible. The apartment is dimly lit and you can hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic, but otherwise, it's quiet.
Closing the door behind you, you pad softly into the kitchen. You have a plan, start on breakfast, then wake him so he can eat something. He's probably exhausted from his mission and you want to make sure he has a nice, relaxing morning. Maybe he forgot you were supposed to have breakfast together this morning.
You open the fridge and start gathering ingredients, eggs, bacon, some fresh fruit. You had found a recipe online that looked delicious and you thought he might enjoy it.
The sound of something slamming softly against the wall grabs your attention. Concerned you walk towards his bedroom, leaving the ingredients on the kitchen counter, the sound growing louder with each step. Gently you turn the doorknob and ease the door to his bedroom open, just a little bit at first. But once you open it a little bit more the sight that greets you makes your breath catch in your throat.
Xavier is sprawled naked on his back, body bathed in the soft glow of the lights filtering through the window. His legs are bent, knees up and feet flat on the bed. Nestled between his thighs is a pillow, and you can see his hips rocking slowly, rubbing the pillow against his lenght.
Your gaze is drawn to his cock, standing proud against his stomach. You can see pearly drops of precum dripping from the swollen, flushed tip, trailing down and pooling in his abdomen.
Unconsciously you lick your lips, imagining the taste of his skin, the feel of his body against yours.
Xavier grips the pillow tightly with both hands. His long fingers dig into the fabric as he pulls on both sides, tightening the pillow around his throbbing cock. The soft material squeezes his shaft, providing a delicious friction that has him gritting his teeth.
You can see the desperation in the way he's chasing his pleasure, the hunger that drives him to seek more, always more. His eyes are clenched shut, lost in a world of sensation and desire. A part of you wonders what he's thinking about, what fantasies are playing out behind his closed lids to have him so worked up.
You don't have to wait long for an answer.
"Fuck, bunny..." he grunts, voice breathless. "You feel so fucking good...ngh...take it all, just like that. Squeeze me... You ride me sooooo good... fuck, you're so wet...so perfect..."
There's no doubt about it now, in his mind, he's with you, lost in a fantasy starring none other than yourself.
His words dissolve into a moan, the sound vibrating through his chest. The signs of his impending orgasm are unmistakable. His thrusts become erratic, the grip on the pillow tightening. His breathing grows ragged and shallow, each inhale ending on a sharp grunt or a moan. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tense and flex.
"Fuck,... I'm... I'm so close... Ah, shit..." Xavier pants. He throws his head back, hair splaying out around him like a halo. "Don't stop...! don't you dare fucking stop..."
And in his head you don't stop because the next second he comes undone. His back arches sharply, pressing himself against the pillow, as thick ropes of sticky cum spurt from his throbbing cock.
The headboard slams against the wall with the force of his thrusts, the rhythmic banging keeping time with the throbbing pulses of his release.
His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath. The pillow is a mess, soaked through with his release. He collapses back onto the bed with a blissful smile.
For a moment, you're stunned speechless, hardly believing this really happened. Did he really just...?
Before you can overthink it, Xavier's head turns towards the door, his piercing blue gaze locking onto you. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face, the smirk of a predator who's just spotted his prey.
"Come here, y/n," he purrs, "I noticed you were there before I came, but I wanted to keep the show going for you."
Of course he noticed you standing there, his hunter's instincts always on high alert. It's no wonder he's the best deepspace hunter. Now all you had to do was walk to him.
zayne's dentist wife has to get creative in order to look at his teeth! (he's had too many sweets...)
wc: 555, again not proofread + rushed ehhhh
being a dentist was hard work! you had to convince unruly children to brush their teeth and floss, try to explain to scared patients that getting their cavities filled wouldn't hurt- overall, you were an enemy to the general public. no one liked dentists, so no one liked you. not even your sweets-loving husband, zayne li.
he refused to let you look at his teeth. you’d tried every trick in the book, from offering him candy if he let you examine and clean his teeth (counter productive, you know) to straight up begging him with teary eyes. nothing ever worked.
you thought as a doctor himself he would understand the importance of checkups and treatment!
fine. if he wanted to play dirty, so could you.
after a date night, you led zayne to your room by his hand before pushing him down onto your bed.
he gave you a half smile from your mattress, hair slightly disheveled and button up loose from where you’d been pulling at it all night.
you climb onto his legs, unbuckling his belt easily and yanking him out of his boxers. zayne groans low, watching your hand grip and pump him a few times with hooded eyes.
“you’re in a rush tonight, aren’t you?”
you huff out a laugh. he has nooo idea. “mhmmm, need to be on you NOW.”
you line yourself up with him and sink down to the hilt immediately. you take in a deep breath, shivering at the instant satisfaction you feel. zayne moans and slides a hand to your waist, rubbing gently.
perfect. he doesn’t suspect a thing. you wait until he’s half gone, lost in pleasure, before you make your attack.
you smirk, running one hand over his jaw and the other across his hairline. you press down on his forehead to anchor it to the bed, grip your thighs around his hips, get a nice hold on his jaw and pull it down.
you see the betrayal in his eyes in real time. he looks up at you in slight confusion before it sets in, his eyes widening and his arms reaching up to pull your arms away.
you smack at them and clench around him, drawing a gargled out sound from him.
“zayne li you sit your ass still and don't move.” you say sternly, which to your surprise works on him.
you grab your purse nearby and dig out the dental supplies you’d stashed in there earlier for the occasion and get to work examining and cleaning them.
“have you been flossing?” you ask, knowing the answer.
zayne looks at the ceiling, too ashamed to look at you. his voice was warped from his mouth being open. “uhh hhuuuhh.”
you clench again. “liar. and i can tell you haven’t been using the toothpaste i got you.” you grip his jaw and lean towards him. “that was expensive, zayne. do i need to hold your hand and watch you floss, brush your teeth and tongue, and use mouthwash?”
he blushes and shakes his head as much as he can.
“i think i do. god, you’re harder to make listen than my pediatric patients. and i’m limiting your sweets. again.” you growl out, frustrated.
ever since then, zayne hasn’t minded letting you look at his teeth, as long as you do it while situated on his cock.
a/n: hehe i like this idea and i have more i wanna do for ot but. I RAN OUTTA TIME!!! bc i put a weird schedule on myself uh..
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
imagine!haunted house au x ghost!xavier, where your fears transform into something even more frightening...
Imagine a distant relative passes away and they left you quite the inheritance. Jewelry, land, money, and a small mansion along the countryside. You had never met or heard of this person let alone visited their residence, but desperate times have you clinging onto this stroke of luck without a second thought.
Imagine you go to see your new house, only to find it to be quite different from its pictures—dark, eery, and unkept from months (maybe years) of disuse. There's a slight chill in the air outside, but you feel the temperature drop even more upon entering the manor.
Imagine you're doing your first walk through of the homestead and immediately sense something is off. You feel like you're being watched, even though you know you're the only one in the house, the only one with a key to get in. Your skin prickles at the thought of not being alone, but you tuck away your worries and press forward. Lost in thought, you don't hear when the front door locks behind you with a soft click.
Imagine floor boards creek from hollow footsteps that aren't yours, lights flicker violently only to fizzle out a second later, doors shut without warning, and the paintings on the walls seem to follow you with their eyes alone (the most jarring belonging to a portrait of a purple-haired male sitting atop a throne). At one point you thought you saw a shadow of a figure in your periphery, only for it to disappear at the turn of a corner.
Imagine you're running towards the entrance, fear gripping at your heart, legs burning with trepidation. I need to get the hell out of here. Except, the door is locked. You push and pull to no avail, then reach for the key in your jacket pocket, only to find it's gone. "No, no, no!" You're panicking now, breaths growing shallow and eyes frantically scanning the foyer for another way out. Then, a low voice cuts through the air. "Who are you?"
Imagine you freeze. Your mind screams at you to run, to do something other than stand there, but your feet stay firmly planted to the ground, resolute to do anything but move. Thump, thump, thump. Something—someone—is approaching, but you can't bring yourself to turn around. The hairs on the back of your neck rise when you sense them (it?) behind you.
Imagine your eyes squeeze shut, ready for impact, possibly a quick or slow death of some sort. Instead, the harsh reality you envision crumbles at the gentle brush of a hand against your cheek. Slowly, you open your eyes.
Imagine what stands before you is rather a who. He appears your age, although there's a soft glow to his skin, faded look in his eyes, and outdated formal attire that reminds you he's otherworldly. Grayish blond hair contrasts light blue eyes that peer at you with unabashed curiosity. His gaze is so intense that your fears momentarily subside in place of shyness.
Imagine you feel entranced when he takes your hand in his and silently guides you toward the back of the mansion. As you move down the hall, your jaw drops in awe. The manor has been restored. Once broken sconces now illuminate the passageway, previously dilapidated walls now stand strong with vibrant wallpaper, dirty floorboards now gleam from being polished, and the house's atmosphere now feels like a welcoming embrace that hadn't existed seconds ago.
Imagine you are brought into a large living space. Pristine mahogany furniture decorates the room, bathed in the late afternoon light spilling through fully drawn curtains, and at its center sits a grand piano. He leads you to the bench and sits at your right, only taking his hand away from yours so to play his haunting melody. The tune starts out somber and harsh, much like your first impression of the mansion, but then suddenly softens and slows in frequency until a wave of calm washes over you.
Imagine your eyelids grow heavy and your head lolls to the side, finding purchase against the man's shoulder. Sleep envelops you, but not before you hear a faint whisper: "Remember me."
Imagine you wake up hours later, the sun no longer peeking through gnarled oak trees but rather hanging low in the sky. You lift your head from its resting spot against the piano’s tarp and blink away the lingering grogginess.
Imagine you shift around, examining the room. Everything looks untouched. A thin layer of dust coats all surfaces save for the spot on the bench you sit on, and the piano before you is secured with a cloth wrapped around its entire body similar to those around the other furniture pieces. The air feels stagnant now, no longer buzzing with frenzied energy.
Imagine you hesitantly walk through the rooms you had previously visited. Nothing is amiss. The house appears old and run-down once more, just cobwebs, dirt and grime its only newer additions. The lights you turn on don't flicker, you open and close doors without a sound, and the heaviness felt from being watched never resurfaces. Even the portraits strung in the hall peer away into the distance, their fixations set at something beyond you.
Imagine you write off everything you remember before waking up as a dream, an easier reality to swallow than the nagging thought that something about the house lives. What you can't shake off though, no matter the excuses you make or doubts you brush aside, is him. The ghost of a man with the startling eyes and serene persona, who swiped away your worries with the faintest touch and suspended time into something beautiful, something just yours.
Imagine when you go to leave the manor—hand holding the key you swore you had lost—you respond to that whispered phrase still swirling around your mind with a promise of your own: "I'll always remember you."
Ginny's Note: I thought of this idea yesterday and needed to put it into words before I lost inspiration. It was originally supposed to be something fluffy and funny, but it ended up turning into this...
Hear me out, I don’t know how Valko's in game personality would be like but I can imagine how he’d never be able to hide his emotions whenever he’s in his hybrid form.
When he’s happy.
You leaned against the doorway, arms folded across your chest, brows raised teasingly.
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"...Yes."
Thump.
You both looked down.
His tail was happily smacking against the wooden floor of his apartment.
Thump. Thump.
"..."
You grinned knowingly.
When he’s mad or jealous.
"Are you mad?"
"No."
"Are you jealous?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"I am."
You slowly pointed behind him. "The fur on your tail is standing."
He glanced over one shoulder.
"..."
"It is also considerably larger than it was five minutes ago."
"..."
"And..." You leaned closer towards him. "You were snarling."
He immediately stiffened. "...I was not."
"I could literally see your canines from here."
"..."
You couldn't resist. Reaching up, you gently poked his forehead. "Down, boy."
His eye twitched.
When he’s sad.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I'm fine."
You pointed up at his head. “Your ears.”
They drooped pitifully against his head.
"..."
"Also..." You crouched down slightly. "Your tail."
He followed your gaze. His tail was tucked neatly between his legs.
"...Traitor."
You blinked. Your head tilted slightly in confusion as you pointed to yourself. "Were you talking to me?"
"No."
"Your ears and tail?"
"...Yes."
His ears and tail were far too honest for his liking.
Synopsis: Valko sets out to catch a group of scammers targeting camgirls and their fans, but ends up getting a bit sidetracked during the process...
pairing: Valko x camgirl!reader
tags/cw: smut, use of sex toys (f!receiving), dildo, vibrator, streaming/filming, knotting (dildo), valko's knot mentioned, masturbation (m and f), squirting
wc: 1.5k~
an: let me know if I missed any tags.... my valko addiction is worsening....
somewhat proofread if you see a typo no you don't
Valko has already spent weeks on a case of scammers exploiting cam girls and their generous supporters. All he knew so far was this: their attacks would always take place right before 3AM. They had been stealing personal payment information and making fraudulent charges on innocent—well, not-so-innocent —people's bank accounts, and ultimately pinning all of the blame on the girls. Valko himself had never been into that sort of thing… much. Which is why his decision to make an anonymous account on a popular site for these no-good scammers to target was a one time thing. He would only do this until he caught them all for their misdeeds. At least that's what he had tried to convince himself. The truth was, Valko wasn't as strong against the influence of cam girls as he originally thought. Or…maybe he just wasn't strong enough to handle you.
Valko logged in on a Friday night. Around 1:15AM to be exact, a perfect spot nestled into the peak hours for high viewer traffic. Streams were usually also longer around that time, giving him extra wiggle room to note any suspicious characters. He joined the first stream he found, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose—the ultimate sign of concentration. He can't afford to get side tracked. That composure, however, quickly dwindles at the sight of the girl on his screen.
You were new to the business, not necessarily a no-name, but definitely not the most popular cam girl around. You had maybe, what 200, 215 people in your stream? And that was including him. A few more people joined and left as time passed, but Valko's concentration on the mission he set out to complete was completely broken. His eyes were glued to you, pupils dilated like a puppy who just found a bone. His glasses slowly slid back down the bridge of his nose as he stayed entranced by your body and the sliver of your face he could see behind the wolf mask it was adorned with. With only the upper half of your face covered, all your viewers could see each time you wet those plump lips of yours or gasped in pleasure.
Valko was hooked.
Your lingerie left little to the imagination, the black lacey fabric and thin silver chains only adding to the increasing tightness of his pants. It was clear how wet you were.
“M-mmph… thank you Apple_jackme007 for the tip.” the vibrator inside of you buzzes to life, making your hips rock slightly. Your voice was smooth. Flirty. Kittenish, with a slight hitch from moaning. Valko's lower lip was bitten between his teeth before he could stop it. Why the hell did you have to be so addictive? So distracting… he had to focus. “Let's keep the tips coming, please.”
He's already gulping, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as his claws tear the expensive leather of his office chair. He's already hanging on by a thread when you suddenly grab a thick toy from your top drawer. It's smooth, glittery, all pink and pretty and…him. You're practically holding his cock in dildo form, completely crushing any of his remaining tenacity to catch the scammers. It's all replaced with the need to see you use that toy. To imagine it was his cock in that pretty pussy instead.
You rub the knotted dildo against your dripping heat, not quite putting it in. Fuck. You're teasing him. “I really want to try out this werewolf toy for you all. That is, if we reach the goal at the top of my screen.”
Valko groans low in his throat. He's lost this battle.
“Tonight's pretty slow… consider this a personal show.”
That's all it takes before Valko's fingers are flying across his keyboard, completing his account setup with real payment information this time. A few of the other men send small tips earning your soft thanks again.
Click.
$850 tip received from Awoolf111
Ding!
$850 top received from Awoolf111
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Holy shit… thank you, Awoolf111.” Your voice is shaking slightly as the vibrator inside you buzzes back to life once more. You're in disbelief. A complete stranger just paid your rent all from one stream.
Valko couldn't care less about the money he just sent. He knew what he wanted. In fact, his aching length was already in his large hand, getting stroked at a torturously slow pace while his eyes fluttered shut in a mix of shame and unbearable arousal. His knot was already forming at the base of his cock, and precum was leaking with every twitch it gave.
“Fuck…” your whispered curse made his eyes snap open. You already had the tip of the dildo inside of you ... and you were already stretched so wide. He watched your legs tremble as you struggled to make it past the first few inches. “ ‘s so big…” your voice comes out in a high pitched whine, making his cock swell in his hand.
Valko nearly moaned just as desperately at the surreal sight of you taking a dildo so similar to the real thing. He wishes he could taste you, bite you, smell you. Better yet, he wishes he could scent you. To rub all over you until you smell undeniably like his. All his.
Your moans fill his sensitive ears, accompanied by the wet squelching sounds of your slick heat being plowed by the dildo in hand. You hold your legs open wide, lace panties completely moved aside to allow an unobstructed view of your swollen pussy. You gasp every time the knot at the base of the toy cock catches on the tight ring of your cunt. The comments beg you to push it all the way in, but you're already struggling just to take the girth of the shaft. How do they expect you to take it all the way down to the knot?
“A-all the way?” You stumble over your words, “don't think I can…” your voice sounds almost pitiful, but not enough for Valko to care, or any of your other fans for that matter. He wishes he could be there instead of that dumb toy.
“So much better than that thing… make you feel so good… breed you so deep…” he mutters under his breath, fist working his cock even rougher and faster than before as he gets lost in his fantasy that it was your tight warm cunt there instead of his hand.
Your moans get louder and more desperate, and Valko immediately picks up on the slight change. You're close. And you're so, so wet. It's dropping onto the chair beneath you and making a sticky mess between your cheeks.
“Gonna try…” your legs tremble at your first attempt to push the knot inside. You moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Valko's hand practically has a mind of its own now around his aching cock. He's so turned on it hurts. He'd swear he was in rut if it was that time of the month..
“Ohh fuck… it's going–” your words get cut off with a high pitched whimper as the knot finally pop inside your tight pussy. The stretch alone makes your head fall back against the headrest of your chair. Your back arches as the knot fills you and the dildo presses against every sensitive spot inside you. Nestled deep against your cervix.
You moan pathetically when — as if on cue— another payment hits your account.
Ding!
The small vibrator you had forgotten to take out before you put the dildo in quickly reminds you of its presence. You have no way to get it out now that the knot is in, and the tip of the dildo has it pressed up against that gummy wall inside you that makes your toes curl.
Your cries of pleasure echo through Valko's empty office as he watches you cum. He groans loudly as his own orgasm follows, hips jerking and lifting slightly as his hand continues to pump. Thick ropes of cum are painted across his screen and desk while the last few spurts drip down his hand. Meanwhile, you squirt all over the toy, your tightness only serving to pull it in deeper and prolong your orgasm.
It's only when the vibrator finally lets up that you're able to even try to form a coherent thought again. You struggle momentarily, thighs trembling as your hand pulls the base of the dildo and successfully frees the beast of a toy from your tight grip with a wet pop. Your hole games slightly, still leaking as you catch your breath.
Valko's desk is now a mess, and he's whining softly at the overstimulation as his hand refuses to stop moving. The sight of you is just too much. It's minutes before he finally regains some semblance of control, and his cock is still aching.
He watches with heavy lidded eyes as you thank your fans one last time and end your stream. His cock is still rock hard and red from all the friction. It stings whenever he tries to touch it. But it won't go down.
“Shit…” he mutters. His eyes widen as he sees the time. It's nearly 3AM. His eyes widen as he quickly signs back into his computer. He's immediately met with a message from his bank: an unauthorized withdrawal. It was a good thing he coded in those failsafes to record the data of who attempted another steal tonight. Maybe paying you actually paid off in the long run.
New word on the street is that Valko will be saved as a love interest but the game will be forced to take a 2-3 month hiatus while the developers reconstruct the issues…
Idk how true this is but this would be the best outcome…
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
New word on the street is that Valko will be saved as a love interest but the game will be forced to take a 2-3 month hiatus while the developers reconstruct the issues…
Idk how true this is but this would be the best outcome…