it would be really cute if valko was one of those tough guy characters that always had a lollipop in his mouth instead of a cigarette....!!!! like itto!!!
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“m’sorry it’s a lot— gege just has so much to give you, baby, fuuuck,”
yanking himself out of her mouth, he decides to fist his cock so he can watch himself release onto her tongue.
his foreskin slides over his tip so prettily, the wet schilks making her thighs tighten in arousal. she wishes she could just shove him down and ride out his orgasm, bounce in his lap until she properly breaks. her knees ache with bruises and the left one is busted with blood smearing onto the bathroom tile— too eager to suck his cock as soon as he’d got undressed.
‘what a day, huh?’ her voice was sultry and caleb already had her pawing at his zipper.
“here it comes, pips. take all of it, my pretty little cumslut. mhm-hmm, yeeeah. brother’s cum looks so good on your tongue. that’s it, keep drinking it— shit baby, you’re killin’ me— not gonna stop— hah!”
he doesn’t. he has way too much. thick, copious spurts of white shoot onto the back of her tongue and down her esophagus, splashing against it just as aggressively as his piss does. heaps of it drool down the corners of her mouth and plap onto the floor, an aggressive gargle coming from her overwhelmed state.
god, he’d urinate, too, if he had any in his bladder to offer.
“who said you could waste it?” he growls, fingers digging into her cheek as he grips it admonishingly.
“m’sorry!” her whines are drowned out by the last few ropes of his climax gargling in the back of her throat.
he lets his cock bob freely, pushing his hand down on it only to let it come back up in rebound. proving that he’s still hard. that he needs more.
“caleb, i—“
suddenly, she’s being swept up and off her feet, carrying her with one arm and throwing her like it’s nothing onto their bed. leaning up onto her elbows, she’s breathless. not from the manhandling, but just by how gorgeous he is. his naked body and the way his cock stands up so angrily…
“gonna take this dick until you show gege just how sorry you really are.”
* Will not be fazed in the slightest by jump scares
* Comments on the morality (or lack of) of the characters
* “But why did they do that!” You’d say. “Because they’re evil,” he’d reply, deadpan.
* You pretend to be scared and cuddle into him but Xavier knows you’re pretending and doesn’t care
* Any excuse to be next to you
* Likes existential/space horror
* Secretly is like ‘that’s not how you mend a spaceship! These people are going to die!’
* Handles all the snacks like a pro, but you jump and spill some popcorn. He just thinks you’re so cute
* Covers the plushies eyes when something scary is about to happen because you insist
Zayne
* Is scared but can endure it, he knows there are scarier things in life
* Can stand any gore/body horror because that’s essentially his average work day of what he sees in the operating theatre
* Will bring your favourite plushies for you to both hold onto and protect
* “I heard that horror movies are perfect to bring two people together…” he’d say before holding you. “And now we can get scared together.”
* If you are scared, will turn the lights on for you to sleep and will come with you to the bathroom so you don’t have to walk down the dark corridor by yourself, he will happily go first to make sure everything is okay
Rafayel
* Does not want to watch, but will if you want to
* Will pretend like he is okay but wants to appear tough for you
* Buries his head in your shoulder or lap so he doesn’t have to watch
* Tells you the movie you pick is boring, so annoyed you give up, and switch to a horror movie he chooses, and now you’re both huddled together under the same blanket watching in suspense
* “Rafayelll are you scared? Why are you clinging to me?” “What, no I’m not! You just smell so good today.” He shushes you.
* (He IS clinging to you!)
* Every jumpscare gets him the poor baby :(
Sylus
* Used to a certain level of horror and gore
* Flinches at jumpscares but Luke and Kieran have trained him to brace for them at any time
* Keeps an arm around you to protect you while watching
* Orrr makes you sit in his lap, all cosy
* “Kitten how can you say it’s scary if you’re not even watching?” “It’s scary…” you mumble, and he just smiles, adoring you and puts a hand on your head
* Likes slasher/thriller movies
* Every time a character makes a bad decision, you will hear about it
Caleb
* Will suggest the movie and will actively try to scare you throughout
* He only means well though and he’d stop in a heartbeat if you meant it
* Alone, he can watch some really scary stuff, but tones it down to movies he thinks are a little too silly to be scary to watch with you. Those bad horror movies you like to watch together most and make fun of the characters
* “Are you gonna get scared sleeping tonight now?” he'd ask you. “Of course not! I’m a grown up…” “Rightttt. You better sleep with me, just incase,” he ruffles your hair and carries you to bed
Valko
* Is scared but will be brave enough to watch, fear is what all animals have in common, might as well embrace it
* Wants to hold onto you or touch you. A hand around your ankle, a hand on your back or cuddling you outright is a must
* Will find movies online illegally the day they release
* “Valko how did you even get this?! It just came out!” He nuzzles into your neck laughing, “Now don’t you worry, I’ve got my special methods.”
* His special methods are his very own VPN that he designed, specially for accessing the deepest websites without being detected
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Xavier
* So so very respectful
* Really engages with your history and life stories, so curious about your journey and what makes you, you
* “Can you tell me more about your grandparents, they seem wonderful.”
* Asks about you memories of parents, cousins etc. and random stories
* Is nervous but will happily meet your family and stay with them for a bit
* Is pleasantly surprised with the dynamic. It’s louder in the house than he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind it. Xavier can see it’s a house full of love
* You go looking for Xavier and you’re surprised (but not really), to find him getting along with your family or spending time with your pets or in the garden
* “I can see you grew up so well loved,” he whispers as he holds you close. “I don’t want to leave just yet… can we stay a week longer?”
Zayne
* Before you both go back to your home country, makes and practices the food you love to eat from home
* With his busy schedule he doesn’t cook often, but when when does he makes sure it’s something for you especially
* When he visits with you, is literally in heaven trying the food
* “Oh, so this is how it’s supposed to taste. There’s no way mine can compare to this.”
* Will try any food, no matter what it is because he knows you like it or it’s a traditional dish he wants to try
* And that’s just the savoury! When it comes to deserts, best of luck dragging him away
* Will make the most of being in your home country to access the local ingredients and visit restaurants
* Is so sad when he gets backs and he has to readjust to eating microwaved meals and an occasional sweet throughout his work day
Rafayel
* Knows some basic words and will point to things and name them
* As soon as you’re off the plane is like “Car”, “cat”, etc. and will poke you to tell him he is doing well
* Learns more abstract words too like “love” and would point to you, cute things like that
* Has already searched for galleries in the area where you are staying but will consult you on whether or not they are worth visiting
* Always tells you how smart you are, but seeing you navigate with ease impresses him so much. Whether it driving, walking, transport, you can do it all with ease, pointing out hidden shops and places that only someone familiar would know
* “So my little fishie is both my bodyguard and my tour guide, I’m thoroughly impressed.”
* Holds your hand the entire time, won’t let go. Needs your guidance
* Happily will follow you around to wherever you say is good and asks your opinion on every location
* Feels very honoured if he has the opportunity to wear cultural dress!
Sylus
* Would not be surprised if Sylus already knows how to speak your language
* And would secretly learn more sentences so he can order from restaurants, comment on the scenery etc., all in order to impress you
* Nothing compares to the smile that spreads across his face hearing you hold a long conversation in your language with another local
* He just stands there looking pretty having no idea what you are saying but just listening to your voice, absorbing every word and syllable
* He picks out a few words, but he gives up understanding you
* Sylus understands that you are introducing him, and he nervously and completely out of his depth is able to answer back. Seeing Sylus like that, trying anyway, sparks something deep in your heart
* “Sweetie… when we get back home you’re going to have to teach me some more…” he’d whisper in your ear. “Please?”
* Will actually melt when you speak to him in your language when it’s just the two of you in bed and will ask you to speak it more around him
Caleb
* Does not know how he is going to survive because you are so attractive to him
* Everything you do, day to day, is done with such an ease he kind of doesn’t know how to react
* He is completely aware that he doesn’t need you here. It’s him that needs you to navigate, speak and help him. This challenges him a little at first I think, but he lets himself rely on you
* Will carry all the bags!! Is so happy to be useful
* Especially when you’re at the markets or shopping
* “I’ll let you do the talking… I’m just the muscles,” he laughs.
* If people look at him and speak, he’d ask you what they're talking about: “I hope they’re talking about how amazing I look carrying everything.”
* Tries and fails to not stare at you so in your element. There was such a light to your eyes and voice that takes Caleb aback almost every time
* Just enamoured that you are so so comfortable and happy here
Valko
* Takes photos of you at all times, to the point where you wonder where all those are going to go
* When you develop the photos a few months later, you get emotional all over again, thinking about how sweet he was
* Would involve spending time outdoors in nature, maybe spots you used to camp at as a child, or just anywhere with a nice view
* Loves seeing all the landscapes and sites with you
* “Now just stand right there and look pretty,” he says taking your photo. “I came for the view but there’s another beauty right here in my arms,” he teases you.
* Buys little matching souvenirs from the small towns you visit, where craftsmen make their own jewellery, clothes, grow their own food etc: “Tell the shopkeeper it’s important we get the cutest one’s.”
* Some places you visit, picked out by him, are places you’ve never been!! But you’re both having the best time
He might be the big bad wolf to the rest of the world, but with you he is the neediest, most shamelessly attached creature to ever exist. You want to be annoyed. You really do. And yet every single one of his habits somehow turns soft and golden in your chest until you’re melting all over again.
You’ll be sleeping on your back, dead to the world, when a huge arm suddenly slides between your thighs and scoops you backward in one smooth motion. You wake with a startled gasp—“Valko—”…—only to feel him already nuzzling the top of your head like an oversized dog who has finally found his favourite pillow. He hums low in his throat, still mostly asleep, and tightens his hold until you’re pressed flush against the furnace of his chest. His tail drapes heavily over both of you, a living blanket that refuses to let you drift even an inch away.
You’ll step out of the shower smelling like the new strawberry body wash you bought, and the second he catches the scent his whole face falls into a dramatic sulk. “Valko—” He huffs, crowds you from behind, and wraps those thick arms around your waist. A long, deliberate lick drags up the side of your neck. You flinch; he only presses closer, voice rough with quiet displeasure.
“You smell like strawberry and I don’t like that.” His teeth graze your pulse point, a gentle warning bite that makes your breath hitch. He stays there a moment, inhaling deeply, then sighs in pure satisfaction. “Mmhh… there. Smell like me again.” He pulls back with a bright, smug smile and walks away, tail wagging so hard it nearly knocks over the bathroom stool.
You’ll be cooking dinner, focused on the pan, when he materialises behind you without a sound. One second the kitchen is empty; the next his chest is warm against your back and his chin is heavy on your shoulder. He doesn’t ask. He just stays there, breathing you in, occasionally nosing under your jaw like he’s checking that you haven’t somehow slipped out of his orbit in the last three minutes. When you try to reach for the salt he simply tightens his arms and carries you two steps to the left so he doesn’t have to let go.
You’ll sit on the couch to answer a message and suddenly the entire sofa dips under his weight. Valko drapes himself over your lap like a living weighted blanket, head in the crook of your neck, one massive hand spanning your thigh. If you shift even slightly he makes a low, wounded sound and nuzzles harder until you give up and card your fingers through his hair. Only then does the unhappy rumble fade into contented silence.
You’ll try to leave the bed in the morning and his arm becomes an iron bar across your waist. Eyes still closed, he pulls you back under the covers, tucks your face against his throat, and murmurs, voice sleep-rough and utterly unapologetic,“Five more minutes… stays with me.” His tail curls around your calf like a soft, insistent chain. You know those five minutes will stretch into twenty, and somehow you never mind.
You’ll be reading on the floor and he’ll simply drop down beside you, roll onto his side, and drag you half on top of him so your head rests over his heart. Every time you turn a page he presses a lazy kiss to your hair, as if reminding the book that it is only borrowing you for a little while.
And every single time—when he steals you from sleep, when he rewrites your scent, when he refuses to let even a foot of space exist between you—you feel that same helpless, fond ache bloom behind your ribs.
He’s the big bad wolf. He’s also the clingiest, softest, most ridiculously devoted thing you’ve ever known. And somehow that combination is completely, devastatingly yours.
a/n : hello, it's been a while sobs i stand with my cancelled husband.
valko eating you out SO good that all your muscles tense up and a violent cramp takes hold of your calf... your moans quickly turn into screams and he gets so into it, coming up for air and going "FUCK YEAH BABY AWOOOOOO" before going back in and you practically have to shove him away before you pass out
Men who use their big ass hand to grab you by your head ✅✅✅✅
HELPJSLFDK honestly i dooo really like hairplay, i just like fingers against my scalp in general, but i can definitely see this!!! it just makes me think of those photos where people hold their cats by the back of the head and stretch out their faces LOL
but it alsoooo made me think of caleb: (nsft)
how he'd hold your head down against a pillow when he's frustrated or angry with you, slamming his hips into yours and making you thank him for it, your voice muffled by the fabric as your drool and your tears start to soak through the pillowcase.
"Say "Thank you for fucking me so well, Caleb". Say it."
"Again. Louder."
how you'd struggle to hold yourself up due to the force he's using, each thrust a new shock to your system, and he has to use his other hand to keep your hips up in the air so you don't topple over. how he won't let you cum until he feels that you've sufficiently apologized. that you've thanked him enough for taking care of you so well, and promised not to make the same mistake again.
"I was gentle with you before, and look where that got us. Stop complaining. Apologize like you mean it, and maybe I'll let you cum."
"Yeah? You're really sorry? What else? You know what I wanna hear."
"I'm s-soorry, Cay, m'so sorry, l-love you so much, loveyou, I love you, please, please, I l-love you,"
"There we go. Alright, go ahead. Cum."
and then the aftercare is top tier too... wiping down your face with a warm washcloth after you just finished crying your eyes out underneath him,,,,, ouhhh
Sylus usually dresses neatly, generally takes care of his appeareance and of course specially tries to look good for MC.
But imagine the first time MC sees Sylus in a more disheveled state. Not exactly because he's injured, but just because he's tired.
MC goes to the Onychinus base unannounced, because they've been apart for a while and she just felt like seeing him. Luke and Kieran had told her that Sylus was upstairs, so she enters his penthouse and looks around for him until she notices the lights of the bathroom on and the door open.
The image that greets her is not the usual Sylus with the impeccable appearance that she's used to, but instead, is a Sylus who's hair is a bit messy, the dark circles under his eyes are prominent and the most "shocking" thing: he has grown a bit of facial hair.
A soft "Oh..." scapes her mouth. She doesn't comment on his appearance, but her surprise is quite evident.
She's caught him in the middle of shaving and somehow, she feels she's witnessed a scene she wasn't meant to see. But Sylus notices her panic and extends a hand to invite her inside.
He gently pulls her towards him and lifts her up to sit on the counter. Now that she's closer, she can notice that his eyes are also a bit red, probably from the lack of sleeping. But what catches her attention more, is the couple of small cuts on his jaw.
Sylus is always focused, always alert, so she wonders what level of exhaustion he must have reached that he has made such a "little mistake" like accidentally cutting himself while shaving.
She reaches to cup his face, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. There's a small frown on her face and he gives him a look that is half a scolding, half of concern.
But then he looks back at her.
Over their time together, she's slowly learned to read him better, and right now she notices that under that nonchalant mask, there's a self conscious Sylus, one that wasn't expecting her to see him like this. An exhausted Sylus who's at the same time just relieved to see her again.
And then he offers her the razor.
She gives him a look of "Are you crazy? Want me to slide your throat open?", but that only makes him chuckle and he takes her hand to press the handle against her palm for her to take it.
"Make sure to aim correctly and take me down in one go, sweetie", he teases, but beneath that playful tone, lies a sincere request. He genuinely wants her to help him.
For a man like Sylus who always needs to have his guard up and doesn't let many people get too close, even if this just a small razor for shaving, it can somehow still be used as a weapon and he's completely trusting her with it.
He's lowering his guard for her, inviting her into his space. Even if he didn't expect her to see him like this today, instead of pushing her away or hiding, he's allowing her to get close, he's welcoming her with open arms into this intimate routine.
That alone means a lot to her and she cannot find herself refusing this chance.
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꒰ cw; teasing, pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, poor thing), fingering, clit rubbing, mock sympathy, unestablished relationship … based on this request ꒱
pussy inspections have become mandatory — except you’re the only follower who gets them.
perhaps it’s suguru’s way of keeping you in line. perhaps he just likes how humiliated you become when he’s poking around your most sensitive areas.
tonight started the same as any other. suguru asked for you, you came. as always, you ensure you’re bare beneath your nightgown, giving suguru easy access to your cunt. he lays you down on the bed, crouching beside it as you scoot to the edge.
he has that infuriatingly casual half-smile on his face, the one that prevents anyone from being able to tell how he’s actually feeling. "scoot forwards a little more for me, pretty," suguru says, calm as ever, placing his palm over your knee.
you oblige, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed before suguru opens your legs slowly. you shiver as the cold air
brushes your core, breath hitching. even after countless ‘inspections’, your heart still beats faster, cheeks flushing pink from humiliation.
suguru brushes the back of his hand over your bare pussy, your slick lightly coating the back of his hand. "poor thing. i’m starting to think you enjoy our little… inspections."
you whimper softly in response, breath already beginning to quicken. "open your legs wider, you want me to get a good look, don’t you?" he says, tracing idle patterns on the sensitive insides of your thighs.
suguru uses two fingers to spread your folds, enhancing his view of your needy little hole. "you wouldn’t lie to me, would you, sweet girl? i’d be disappointed if i were to find out you let another man between these legs." you shake your head frantically, "no one but you. i swear."
"good," he says, slowly brushing his thumb over your aching clit, pulling up the hood to fully expose your sensitive nub. "mm, such a pretty little clit," he coos, using his pointer finger on his other hand to circle it lightly.
you mewl, hips jerking from pure sensitivity. suguru tilts his head, "always so sensitive." he wets the pad of his finger with his tongue, rubbing a few more slow circles over your clit, only making you needier. your clit throbs, every slow circle drawing long whines from you.
then, suguru leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your little button. "be patient, sweetheart. you can do that, can’t you?" he says, pulling away watching how your cunt begins to drool.
you’re tense with need, every nerve in your body activated from suguru’s touch, completely desperate for more — only it was rare he gave you more on these occasions. he felt it was better for you to stay needy, wrapped around his finger.
the cult leader trails a finger down your slit, stopping at your entrance. he circles your sopping hole a few times before pushing in, feeling your warm, tight walls squeeze his finger. you whimper again, tempted to buck your hips forward for more contact. you stop yourself, knowing punishment will follow.
"good girl, you’re being so patient, hm?" suguru praises, beginning to thrust his finger slowly before adding a second one, making you moan his name. just to tease you further, suguru curls his fingers upwards, massaging that one spot he always seems to find so easily.
just as your moans increase, suguru withdraws his fingers, a long string of slick connecting his fingers with your pussy. you whine at the loss of contact, looking at him with glassy eyes — silently begging for more.
suguru chuckles lowly, licking his fingers clean, pulling your nightdress back down. he closes your legs, large hands rubbing your thighs reassuringly. "shhh, it’s okay, pretty girl. i’ll make it up to you next time."
he stands, leaning in to kiss the top of your head in a way that was almost tender — almost like he deeply cared. "run along now, it’s getting late."
୨ৎ Topgifter!sylus just can't help himself but spend ridiculous amounts of money on his favourite camgirl ࿐₊ ⊹
pathetic and slighttt stalker sy. mastürbätion. caleb cameo ig lmao.
You're already tingling with excitement as you're lounged on your bed, camera angled so it catches your face and plush tits with that slutty excuse of a string bikini top doing a poor job to conceal your hardening nipples while the camera rolls.
Being a camgirl has changed your life in ways you never could've imagined back when you were stuck in that soul-sucking waitress job before all this.
Though, in a way, you're still a waitress. The only difference is you're not serving food anymore, but yourself. And the tips you receive now don't even compare to what you used to make at that old rundown diner you worked at.
"Alrightttt, let's get this started. Come out come out wherever you areee," you drag out cutely, eyes scanning your viewers soon flood into your live seconds after you started it.
꩜caleb_luvs_y/n: Oh my god I'm first
꩜supasoaka: SHOW US SHOW US
꩜goonlord: We are sooo back guys!!!!
"Hmmm..."
Your eyes slit as your chat starts to blur, scanning through the comments in search of something.
Well, someone to be specific.
Because one particular viewer who's been joining your lives every now and then just to spend ridiciolous amounts of money has caught your eye again.
At first, you brushed it off as some pathetic creep with too much free time spending his live savings just to get the tiniest bit of your attention. But something in your gut tells you that there's more to this mysterious person.
Just who is this he?
꩜sylus sent 1000$!:: I missed you, sweetie... and your pretty pussy too.
"Oh?"
A small smile tugs at your lips as the familiar name flashes across your screen. As you instinctively wet them, eyes flicking over the absurd amount your notorious viewer dropped the second you went live.
"Sylus, dropping all your money so soon?"
꩜sylus: I'll spoil you rotten, pretty.
Of course, topgifter!sylus is always eager to drop bands after bands into your stream just to watch you take things further than to just tease your stiff little buds until they threaten to pierce through your cloth.
So that's exactly what he does everytime.
꩜sylus sent 5000$!: Use the vibrator on your pussy, darling. Make it pulse deep inside you.
His donations became routine at this point.
꩜caleb_luvs_y/n replies to ꩜sylus: who the fuck?????
꩜slut-for-y/n replies to ꩜caleb_luvs_y/n: He's been here this whole time, dude.
꩜caleb_luvs_y/n replies to ꩜slut-for-y/n: Yeah, I know. Still doesn't answer who tf he thinks he is, lmaooo. And change your username right now before I find out where you live.
You can't help but let out a breath of disbelief as you blink once, twice, just to confirm that your eyes aren't playing any dirty tricks on you.
"Gosh, you sure know how to catch someone's attention."
You'd loveeee to ask where the hell he gets that kind of money just to throw at you every single stream, but every time you even think about it, another ridiculous donation flashes across your screen.
And in all honesty, it's getting you going like crazy.
So, like every damn time, you oblidge, glancing at the camera as you cage your lip, reaching for the bright pink vibrator at your side.
Immediatly, the chat explodes, blurring on the screen as you pay them no mind, focusing on the pink donation at the top of your screen that's about to fade, imprinting his words on your mind.
"Thank you, Sylus."
God, that teasing purr of your voice sure has him clutching the base of his chubby cock for his dear life, muscled and bare chest of his flexing as remnants from his shower cling to his fair skin.
So what if he'd practically abandoned the shower the second your stream notification popped up?
After a day wasted dealing with endless bullshit, watching his favorite girl smile because of him is the perfect way to end his stressful day, no?
Money has never meant much to him anyway.
Red eyes narrow in concentration as your plush thighs part for him the lens, dainty fingers switching on the vibrator, the intense hum of it ringing loud in his ears.
Those meaty thighs of his clench, leaning closer to his screen with his silver strands of his hair hanging damp over his forehead, sharp clench of his jaw illuminated by the brightness of his screen.
"Fuckkk, already so damn wet."
He huffs out an amused chuckle before wetting his lips as you edge the tip of your toy to your clothed clit, letting out the sweetest fucking moan he's every heard.
On the other side of the screen, you eye-fuck the camera, your other hand teasing at the edge of your panties to push them to the side and bless each and every single one of your loyal gooners with your weeping cunt.
As the chat goes even crazier, your chuckle desolves into a soft moan as the vibrator slots perfectly against your clit, buzzing hard on its highes setting. You don't just leave it at swirling, but also grind against it in desperate bucks of your hips, your poor pussy only getting more desperate by the second.
"Like this?" you muse to the camera, imagining his eyes on you.
"Mhmmm, just like that, sweetie."
He knows that you can't hear him, knows he probably looks rabid right now. Regardless, his fist blurrs pump on his cock, jerking the thick length faster than the pathetic messages scrolling across your screen.
Ruby eyes of his drag lower, locked onto the messy view on his screen. He's breathing harshly, a heavy glob of pre oozing from his blushing tip, smearing slick over his knuckles as he wrenches his cock harder.
And he's devouring the sight of your needy hole pulsing, watching your honeyed juices drip out of you.
He wants to taste you so bad it fucking aches.
Wants to bury his face between your thighs so that he drowns in your honey, lap at your gushing hole and have you yank at his hair as you lock him right where he belongs with those soft thighs he's dying to squeeze.
It's nothing short of a miracle that he manages to pull himself from his fantasy and fumble with his free, shaky hand as he punches out a response on the keyboard before he damn near blows his load.
꩜sylus: Can't wait to see my gorgeous pussy cum just for me.
He slams send just as his cock twitches violently, pre drooling in a shiny and sticky string over his slit, balls drawing up tight. But he holds it. Barely at that.
꩜gooneria: BOOO!!! leave some crumbs for us peasants too, queen!!
꩜caleb_luvs_y/n: Baby, I'll scrape together $100 by next week and send it your way! Promise!'
꩜pumpumaddict69: He's such an attention whore lmao, hogging all her good stuff.
꩜caleb_luvs_y/n: Baby? Did you see my message?
꩜satrs replies to ꩜caleb_luvs_y/n: let it go, man.
You're eyes snap to his message instantly, and you fucking melt.
A obscene whine spurts out of you as you slide the vibrator inside, the buzzing head sinking past your slick folds and right against your gooey walls, your thighs are already twitching, as the vibrations tickle your insides.
Grinding the toy against your gummy spot, you're searching hungrily for that swollen patch inside, your hips rolling, chasing it, digging. And when the vibrator finally presses right there, you gasp, eyes rolling back dramatically while your head falls back, throat bared to the camera.
As you lock eyes with the lense again, your gaze is hazy, pupils blown wide, wet and desperate as you press the setting higher, sucking in your tummy as your feel your orgasm building up, "I'll cum just for you, Sy," you purr breathlessly, "Mkay?"
Oh, if only you knew.
That nickname hits him like a fucking freight train.
The second it rolls off your tongue, he's a madman before he even watches you cum, his hips buck up wildly, slamming into his own fist as a ragged groan tears from his throat, ropes of white shooting across his hand and clenched stomach in a creamy mess.
At the same time, your pussy clamps down hard onto the silicone, wishing it would be sylus you could milk instead as your orgasm rips right through you, back arching your pussy nearer to the lens.
"What a fucking shame, sweatheart."
Yeah, he's right. it would've been so much better if you coated his cock in your sweet juices and if his cum would've painted your insides instead.
But he'll get to that soon.
Because he did manage to find out the district in which you live in by peeking at the window that just so managed to be at the corner of your every stream anyway.
He's already cross-referenced the angle of the visible fire escape, the shape of the building across the street. He knows the district. Even the street. He only has to narrow it down.
Sure, some might call that crazy. But you, his sweet girl wouldn't.
Infact, you probably placed your camera angled like that on purpose just for him to find you, right?
Eyes half-lidded, your lips part, wrapping around the head of the vibrator, sliding it deeper into your mouth until you gag, greedily sucking your cum clean off.
The wet pop that follows as you pull it out has his cock damn near twitching to life again, fist squeezing at his cum-coated tip.
"Goodnight, everyone," you purr, waving at the camera with lazy, sated fingers, causing him to let out a dissaproving huff, "Sweet dreams."
That one last wink from you has his pout dissapearing into thin air, because he just knows it's directly aimed at him.
You stretch on your end, a satisfied groan escaping your lips as you peel yourself off the bed, your thighs all wobbly and sticky. At first, you wipe down your camera and tripod swiftly before clicking the ring light off and hopping into the shower.
Right as the hot water hits your tense skin, your phone buzzes in the room and lights up with a message.
PING!
*PRIVATE MESSAGE from ꩜sylus:
'How does one million sound, sweetie? Cash at that. Just to let me fly you out to my penthouse, first class, private car, all the works, and you spend one weekend with me. I'll show you what it's like to have a man who knows how to spend his money and his cock.'
PING!
*1 NEW PRIVATE MESSAGE from ꩜caleb_luvs_y/n:
'Will you go on a date with me if I send you my life savings? Gotta ask because I already liquidated all my funds.'
A/N; depending on how the poll turns out I mightttttt write caleb having the chance to prove himself orrr sylus flying you out hihi^^. It'll probably be a full fic bc yk I love me some pathetic caleb aaaaa^^
Who's gonna be the lucky one?
SYLUS
CALEB
Remaining time: 19 hours 40 minutes
also, sorry not sorry for shitting on the restaurant service job a lil, but I just quit mine and felt the need to rant abt it lmaooo(it was hell).
📷 I captured this photograph while travelling amidst the serene landscapes of Gangtok, Sikkim. ⛰️
I’m quite certain Valko would feel right at home here — running freely across these hills, weaving through the forest underneath the canopy, as the cool mountain breeze ruffles his fur. 💚
꒰ mdni. make sure you’re logged into x before reading! ꒱
giving you a tummy bulge:
toji grinds forward, dick buried inside of you deep enough to create a visible bulge on the outside. he smirks wolfishly, holding you down as he admires the sight. "fuuckk, baby—look at that," he purrs, "takin’ me so deep." you can only whimper as you feel his girthy cock split you open, taking him until he pulls out, releasing his warm load all over your tummy.
he loves using his tongue and fingers on you:
you’re moaning breathily, folds glistening with slick as your older boyfriend works you with his fingers, leaning in to make out with your needy clit. "can’t get enough of this pretty cunt," he murmurs against your core. toji stays between your legs as long as he damn pleases, slurping up your sweet juices, humming in contentment at the taste. “mm," he groans with that low, gravelly voice, "always taste so damn good."
the best view while he’s fucking you:
you never get bored of the sight before you, watching toji thrust his cock in and out of your pussy — holding you by your knees. you dart your hand out, trailing your palm down the firm ridges of his abs, wondering how he’s so built, especially at his age. toji smirks, "like what you see, doll?"
holding you right where he wants you:
toji loves watching you squirm as you try to take his dick, leaning in and capturing both of your wrists in one large hand. he pins you there, helpless and cockdrunk. "quit squirmin’, princess,” he teases. you begin bucking your hips, unable to stay still, until toji pins your hips down with his other hand, punishing you with a particularly hard thrust. "forgotten how to behave all of a sudden, huh?"
what he sends you:
if toji knows you’re busy, he’ll tease you by sending videos from the gym or home, flexing his biceps until you can see the prominent veins, or sending you a video of his hands — moving his fingers just how he likes to when they’re inside of you. if you’re not biting, he’ll show you his thick cock, occasionally whilst in the bath or shower. even if you ignore him, he just keeps sending more, knowing you’ll come home twice as needy for him.
lay there and take it:
you’d talked back too many times, running your mouth like he won’t do anything about it. toji, of course, ends up flipping you onto your stomach, then begins rutting into you like there’s no tomorrow. "wanna act like a brat?" he rasps, delivering a sharp smack! to your ass, "fine. then y’can get fucked like one." all you can do is lay there and take it.
headlock:
toji loves fucking you with his meaty biceps around your neck, keeping you in place — especially in front of a mirror. he’s in so deep, thick head of his cock biting your cervix with every thrust. “atta girl, takin’ me so well," he rasps, "suckin’ me in so tight." he tightens his hold on you occasionally, pounding you harder if you squirm.
a/n; something a lil different since i’ve been pretty busy these last few days!! also html was being a bitch when i was finishing this as you can tell…
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a/n: my heart is still very heavy about him.. this is stupid but, i was a 🐟🍎 main. i gaslighted myself to think that i was. so i can continue playing the game, so i had something to talk about with my friends. until i saw valko. he was everything i wanted. he’s exactly my type, and i was so happy i thought i’d have my official main like everyone else did. only for infold to remove him. i’ll be writing a lot of valko fics for everyone, but i’d like to write about my emotions here, so this will be a bit heart hurting, but i promise i’ll write happy fics later.
exactly 44 days since you first saw him.
he looked mean.
scary even.
wolf ears, fluffy tail, big muscular body and yet?
there was something there that you saw.
something that others couldn’t understand.
you took a step forward to the hunting grounds up ahead.
you were willing to follow him.
…
exactly 40 days since you fought with him in that dark damp alley. the audactiy of him fighting one of the masked men while taking a call. “family reunion? pass. tell auntie, cous, and grandma i said hi.”
before looking over to you, smiling.
“i’m entertaining a…friend.”
entering in his research facility, looking over at his work. he’s really smart, you thought to yourself. watching him toy around with his machines, examining his reports before spinning his chair with his arms crossed, looking at you.
“and why should i accept?”
being by his side, placing his ring on your finger, using his evol to make the ring for your size. exiting his car, the camera’s flashing as he stepped out, adjusting his tie, but his eyes never left your figure.
“you’re the main character now.”
…
exactly 38 days since he appeared on your balcony.
his hand injured and smiling down at you.
“take me in for the night..”
watching him roam around your apartment, sprawling on your sofa, knocking over your jenga, sniffing in the scents of you. bringing you out to his favorite spot in the woods, camping with him. him being sad over how you were 10 minutes late to work out with him. him moving his body closer to yours after a long day of dealing with the pups of his family.
“they tired me out, can you blame me for wanting some time away from them?”
moving his body closer, his wolf ears popping up with his tail, the feeling of comfort—was you. you were his safe place. running through the forest with him in the yellow golden light of the afternoon with him carrying you.
“you and i are alike, y’know?”
"how so?"
"well, we'd do anything to protect the ones we love." i want to protect you too.
“huh… i never though about it like that.”
“whether you realize it or not—i’ll always be by your side.”
“always?”
“always.”
…
“i’ll be gone for a while… i don’t know when im returning. but remember this, for me.”
reaching out to you, holding your face in his hands, wiping your tears.
“even if i’m just a memory—i hope i’m your happiest memory.”
…
no text messages from him.
no phone calls.
nothing.
exactly 34 days since he’s left.
you left your apartment exactly how it was. his scent lingering on your pillows, your wolf plushies—and the discarded jenga pieces still unmoved.
there was still a pack of his favorite chocolate and awoo milk in your friddge.
waiting by your balcony every moment of your day, with your phone in your hand. waiting. your stupid heart ached for him. you couldn’t confide to anyone—and who would even understand you?
…
at first—you tried. you really tried. but how much more could you even endure?
walking past the familiar street where you once walked with him, your stupid heart was crying. a familiar scent caught your attention. desperately running, could he be here..?
your lungs burning, reaching to only where you saw trees and the rain beginning to descend. of course. how could you be foolish to believe that it was him.
“is my mind playing tricks on my heart again?”
you could only drop to your knees, broken hiccups leaving your body. how much longer did you have to wait for him to return back into your arms?
but from a distance, a familiar pair of yellow eyes lingered before disappearing into the forest, brushing past lily of the valley.
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