Hi, Iâm Rosee! I write mainly about Zayne, but I dabble in Sy and Caleb from time to time. Zayne is my main while Caleb is my second main on my alt. Snowcrow is my favourite ship and I love writing for them.
I love heavy angst, so mcd and sad endings arenât uncommon on my blog.
I donât have a carrd or anything and I like it that way.
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a/n: valko is fucking smitten with caleb, so in love. iâve been thinking about these two since the valko trailer dropped
a/n 2: i was like âhow do i write two subsâ and then i realised that valko would be a pleasure dom who wants to be told heâs doing a good job and caleb would be an abrasive whiny sub and my heart sang
Valko had been sucking calebâs cock for the better part of thirty minutes. The pilot had approached him needy and whiny from a long day of work and had wanted to be fucked dumb, and Valko had been more than happy to oblige. He loved when Caleb got like this.
âValko,â he said now, squirming against the bed. âPlease.â
Valkoâs lips released from his cock with a pop and looked at him. Calebâs pupils were blown out and hazy.
âYeah, baby?â he asked softly as he caressed his cheek. âTell me what you need. Use your words.â
Calebâs face contorted into something that likened to cute frown at the loss of contact. He grabbed Valkoâs cock but the wolf gently pried it off him before he leaned down to place his lips on his. âI donât know,â kiss, âwhat you want,â kiss, âunless you tell me, Colonel.â
âFuck, ValâŚKnot me. Please.â
âMm,â Valko pretended to think for a moment as he trailed kisses down Calebâs neck and chest. He stopped at a nipple and gave it a playful bite which earned him a moaned curse and he giggled. âSorry baby,â he said softly before he kissed it gently. He looked up again and saw how Caleb was panting and all flushed and just how cute he looked like this. He had to see him come undone on his mouth. âNeed you to come for me first. Is that okay?â
Caleb looked down at Valko and melted instantly, The wolf looked so smitten with him, eyes large pools of gold that were begging.
âPromise Iâll make you feel so good,â he whispered.
âYou always do,â Caleb said softly as his hand caressed Valkoâs hair. Immediately it was nuzzled and a soft kiss was placed on the inner palm as he preened at from the praise. âBut fuck, Val, youâre killing me.â
Valko burst into laughter and nodded before kissing his stomach. âIâll bring you back if I do.â
He mouthed along Calebâs inner thighs, treasuring Calebâs moans. Then,he put his mouth on the pilot's cock once more, pushing his thighs up.
Caleb melted immediately when he did, but then tensed when he felt a slick finger tease his rim. Not enough to go in. Valko smiled and sucked at the time as when he pushed it in fully.
âDoes it feel good, baby?â he asked softly.
Caleb knew he needed to know. âSo good,â he said softly. âFuck, Iâm so close.â
âCome when you need to.â
Caleb didnât need to hear more. He gripped Valâs hair and came with short shallow thrusts, spilling down the wolfâs throat.
Valko didnât stop though when he was done, and mouthed at his cock after the last rope of cum. Caleb squirmed at the over sensitivity and gasped but couldnât bring himself to pull away as his body shuddered against his. âFuck, fuckââ
Val, not feeling him tap him three times but feeling how much he was shaking, took himself off his cock and replaced his mouth with his hand. âColour?â
âGreen,â Caleb said as his eyes squeezed tight and he gasped.
âCan you handle a few more seconds of my hand on you? Just a few more?â
Caleb nodded and held out a hand that Valko immediately held in his unoccupied one before he kissed it. The one around Calebâs cock rubbed it gently. Valko watched as Calebâs flushed body squirmed under him.
âYou look so pretty,â he said sincerely as he finally let go of his cock. Calebâs final gasp as he wrapped his arms around Valko and pulled him in as he came down shot straight to the wolfâs cock âAnd you did so well. But I think weâll have to wait a few minutes before i can fuck and knot you properly.â
Caleb nodded, and a sound that was barely coherent came out. Valko giggled at it and kissed him softly. âIâll get you some water, yeah?â
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
your honour my client is just a puppy. heâs a good boy. are you really going to look at him and say heâs a bad boy? my client? your honour, come onâŚ
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i feel like iâm missing something or the entirety of the lads fandom is gaslighting me about how statistics works.
what are the rules we know? that from 1-60 pulls there is 1% chance of getting a five star. then after that it increases by 10% nominally until at 70 where its 100% right?
we also know that if you pull a five star thereâs a 50% chance that itâs the limited five star right? and the 50% that itâs not.
soâŚwhy are people complaining that it will be much harder to pull for their li on banners now? how does the math change when an li is added? its never been a 1 in 5 chance itâs always theres a 50% chance that the card you pull is the limited card.
can someone please tell me why people think a 6th li will decrease the chances? whatâs the math on that? because from my understanding when there were 3 lis, the percentage of you getting the card you wanted was STILL 50%. its a coin flip, you either get the card or you donât.
and in multis itâs the exact same as itâs always been. you choose a pool of three cards, and thereâs 75% chance that what you pull will be from that pool, and a 25% chance it isnât. when there were four liâs the math was the the same. you either got what was in your pool, or you didnât.
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cw: nsfw, r18, no minors please, m/m, handjobs, caleb gets called a good boy, soft humiliation, some praise kink? there's no plot. no beta. just me being all over the place.
author's note: I haven't written in forever but I really need them to explore each other's bodies. I can't believe my first contribution to the LaDs fandom is this lol.
The small smile that graces Xavier's face sets Caleb on edge.
Caleb suddenly has a feeling that he might be in trouble. He watches as Xavier leans forward from the couch in a smooth motion-- he's suddenly right in front of his face, noses almost touching, gaze boring into Caleb. Why was he getting so close?
"Didn't they teach you this at boot camp?"
Glowing blue eyes bore deep into Caleb's. Light and gravity, two primordial forces meeting. The feeling that he's in over his head gets stronger.
"You do it---" he murmured, calloused hand reaching down to palm Caleb's erection through his pants, "like this".
Caleb's body betrays him, the ghost of a moan escaping before his brain can catch up. Later, he'll blame it on stress and not having a suitable outlet or something, anything to save his dignity.
Xavier's eyes grow impossibly wide and dark. He grins, suddenly full of sharp corners, and steps forward. Caleb staggers back while Xavier's hand remains at his pants.
Caleb grits his teeth, "Stop this right now. You have no idea who you're dealing with."
Xavier raises an eyebrow as he takes another step.
"All I keep hearing are demands...."
The heel of Xavier's palm is applying firm and steady pressure up and down on Caleb's cock. It feels amazing.
"...from someone who is in no position to do so."
Caleb's back hits the wall, off-balance. Xavier takes advantage of this, positioning his knee in between Caleb's legs, spreading him just wide enough to be embarrassing.
Time and space distorts in front of Caleb as he watches Xavier cage him in, putting him on shameless display. The hand that isn't occupied below grabs Caleb roughly by the cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. Xavier's lips are soft, a sharp contrast to Caleb's own chapped ones. He kisses like iron in a velvet glove, steady and unyielding, a dark forest bathed in moonlight. This isnât the passionate, romantic, lovey-dovey kiss that Caleb used to watch on Linkon telenovelasâ no, Xavier kisses like no one Caleb has ever dreamt of kissing, self-assured, not a single movement wasted, whether itâs using his tongue to lick at the seam of Calebâs lips, prying them open, or nipping at his bottom lip. Heâs almost singlemindedly focused on extracting as many moans from Caleb as possible.
Xavier makes no attempt to divest Caleb of his clothes, instead focusing all his attention on palming him through his pants. Calebâs desperately trying to get his breathing under control, stuttering each time Xavier moves. He makes a half-hearted attempt to pry his face from Xavierâs hand but Xavierâs hand is like a vice, and heâs unable to do anything but fall apart in front of him.
"You can let go" Xavier says, all cool and nonchalant, as if he wasnât giving Caleb the best handjob he had ever received in his life. Xavierâs fingers graze over Calebâs balls, and he whines at the touch, hips bucking forward. Heâs rewarded for thatâ Xavierâs leg moves right in front of him, giving him some much needed additional friction as he grinds on his thigh.
An alien stands before him, this foreigner wearing a human's face, Xavier's face, was doing cruel and unusual things to Caleb's body, honing in on all his weaknesses with inhuman precision.
He leans up to Calebâs ear. "You don't have to pretend," he coos, all fake sympathy. He presses a soft kiss to the underside of Calebâs ear. A dull buzz starts to fill Calebâs brain, turning his thoughts to mush. âI can tell you need this.â
Caleb opens his mouth, but Xavierâs gaze snaps his jaw shut, swallowing the scoff and half-hearted denial that had been brewing.
âYou need to be honest with yourself,â he whispers.
Heâs unable to look away, from Xavierâs unyielding focus, even though Xavierâs no longer keeping his jaw in place. No, instead Xavier reaches for Calebâs hair and pulls, right as he presses down even harder on his cock. Itâs too much, the dual sensations, and heâs right, Caleb does need it. Itâs not like he has any outlet for it at the moment anyway outside of his own fist.
The pleasurable sensations start overriding the last shreds of Calebâs resistance. He grinds his hips forward, chasing more sensation, more pressure, more something. Xavier, perhaps out of mercy, says nothing, kissing him instead, making soft sounds of encouragement every time Caleb moans. Every whimper, every moan, every movement of his hips, Xavier gives him another kiss and he moves his thigh just a little more.
The higher part of Calebâs brain realizes that every time he thrusts his hips forward, every time he moans, he is rewarded with more. The baser part of Caleb's brain wants more. More is good. Xavier is rewarding him for doing a good jobâ and he wants to be so good for him right now. Honest? He could be honest for once, he could be a little selfish right?
âJust a little more,â Xavier murmurs, âyouâre doing so well.â
Caleb groans as he frantically ruts into Xavierâs hand. Itâs not quite enough. Itâs so good, but itâs just not enough to send him over the edge. He needs Xavierâs direct touch.
Xavier can tell of course, and he pulls back a little, looking at Caleb with an expectant gaze, eyes hooded.
The realization hits Caleb as Xavierâs motions start to slow.
He wants me to say it out loud.
Under ordinary circumstances, Caleb would rather swallow his dog tags whole than beg. In every other universe, Caleb thinks, Xavier would be at his mercy instead. His hands would be in Xavierâs pale hair, holding the strands tight. His hands would be trailing up his shirt and down Xavierâs pants. They would be a beautiful dance of contrasts.
But what Caleb doesnât know is that he is wholly outmatched. That this was a foregone conclusion no matter what timeline or universe.
Oh what the hell, what's the worse that can happen?
Caleb is too far gone, enjoying this far too much, so he acquiescesâ a whisper wrenching past the last dregs of modesty as he turns to Xavier and says, âMore.â
Xavier smirks,â Youâre a fast learner.â
He makes deft work of Calebâs zipper, and dips his fingers into the elastic of Calebâs boxers before yanking them downward, allowing the air to hit Calebâs slick cock. Caleb wants to cry in relief, his senses are so heightened right now that even the air feels wonderful.
He figures out quickly that Caleb likes it just a little rough-- that he loves it when Xavier's thumb presses on the underside. He had been impossibly turned on before this even started, and now there is nothing left to do but enjoy the ride.
" You don't touch yourself often do you?" it's phrased as a question but really more of a statement. Was it obvious in the way Caleb fell apart so quickly?
Calebâs head rolls back as Xavierâs thumb takes a slow swipe over the pre-cum at his slit, groaning as he is finally laid bare when Xavier finally pulls the rest of his underwear down.
"That's a shame," Xavier teases, hot breath on Caleb's neck, and oh god his movements are accelerating, it's too much. Caleb has abandoned all pretense of shame in favor of chasing the pleasure Xavier is giving him, fucking his hand as hard as he can, moans spilling from his chest--
"Good boys like you deserve to feel good."
Oh that wasn't fair at all.
Xavier punctuates that statement with a cruel twist of his hand and Caleb comes, whimpering, leaning on Xavier's shoulder as his knees threaten to give out. To Caleb's mortification, Xavier talks him through his orgasm-- "That's not all you've got right? You're doing so well. Look at all this."--and for some fucking reason it makes him come even harder.
Caleb's legs give out and he haphazardly slides down the wall. He's the picture of debauched, cheeks flushed, pants halfway down his legs, sticky from sweat and come. Xavier stands before him, beautiful, unmoving, not a hair out of place. The picture of serenity, except his ears are bright red and his pupils are so blown wide there's scarcely any hint of blue there.
The room is silent aside from Caleb's harsh breathing, and for a while it seems like neither of them are willing to break it. Xavier crouches down to Caleb's eye level as he pulls out a packet of tissue. He makes a big show out of wiping his hands before pressing the packet into Caleb's hand.
"I hope that was a good lesson. Next time, you can show me what you've learned."
Caleb's cheeks flush even darker. Xavier cocks his head, dark smile at the corner of his lips.
"Good boy."
a/n: i just wanted them to fuck each other. I joined LaDs because of Caleb's banner because he was created in a lab for me, and it turns out Xavier too. I want to write Xav/Caleb/MC soon! I also might write a followup to this since they didn't actually fuck lol. I'm really out of practice so this was fun :'3 sorry for any mistakes! Of all the LaDs WIPs I have in my drafts I can't believe this one came out first lol.
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