the trainers at the service dog academy have no clue why one customer comes to pick up his pet from class so early. 

he’s handsome, though, so they're not complaining.

he has wine red hair and golden eyes, and he always follows the latter half of their sessions intently, as if he’s memorizing all their accessibility tips and tricks for himself. 

when class ends and his pet scurries over to him in excitement, he always gives the nearest trainer an earnest, heart-fluttering thank-you, as if his gratitude goes deeper than all the other owners’. 

week after week, they have no idea that he’s learning, too—that he has someone at home who might need him one day.

your beloved shared pet is your first line of defense, but if all else fails, valko needs to be there to ground you when you're spiraling, to hold you when you panic, to call for help when you need it. 

and, well, what better chance to learn?

You should've known this would happen.

You've been pent up all week, feeling uncontrollably needy for Zayne. So you'd jumped at the opportunity to finally get underneath him, even pleading to skip the foreplay and just fuck you.

"Please stop teasing." You squirm as Zayne hovers above you, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

"Be patient. I don't want to hurt you." His tip brushes against your entrance, still not slipping it, and you whine in frustration.

"C-come on Zayne I'm fine! Please just put it in?" Your nails dig into his muscular arms, making him raise a brow, amused by your desperation. Still, he's a gentleman, so he doesn't tease you for it. Instead, his hips press forward, slowly sliding his hard cock inside you.

You moan immediately at the feeling, pleasure building in your stomach. He's barely halfway in when you realize what's going on, but it's already too late. One brush against your clit is all it takes.

"Fuck!" You gasp as your orgasm hits you, feeling even more intense than usual because of how long it's been. You can feel Zayne pause in confusion, before gently grinding his hips against yours to work you through it.

When you peer up at him in embarrassment, his eyes are wide with surprise.

"Did you just-"

"Shut up. It-it's been a long week okay!" You turn your face away, suddenly aware he hadn't even gotten his cock in all the way yet.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural." Zayne leans down to litter kisses against your skin, making you sigh.

"Besides...we don't have to stop now. I'll make you cum as many times as you like."

“I didn’t ask.” Zayne says the words flatly, not even glancing up from his book. You pause immediately, raising a brow.

"Excuse me?" You cross your arms as you turn to him. He looks up at you, eyes widening just a fraction.

"...Nothing."

"No, you said something. Say it again."

"...No." He shuts his book, a guilty look covering his face as he stands. You're quick to hold a hand up, stopping him from moving closer to you.

"Stop right there, mister. You're not kissing your way out of this one. You know, you've been too much of a diva lately."

"A diva?" He echoes in confusion, while you nod resolutely.

"Yes, a diva. It's my fault, really. You're getting laid too often. It's giving you too big of an ego. I guess we'll have to fix that huh?"

His mouth opens. Then shuts. Then opens again. Thinking better of whatever he's about to say, it shuts again.

"That's what I thought. I think a week of no sex will do you good." You smile at the thought, but Zayne clearly won't go down without a fight. He steps closer, arms coming around you in a soft hug that you can't refuse. His nose traces your cheek as he leans down and nuzzles the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." He whispers in a saccharine sweet tone. He sounds so sad, so regretful, it makes your heart twist.

"I'd love to finish our conversation. I'm sorry for being so rude. Let's go lay down." He presses a few kisses to your neck, making you shiver under the feeling of his warm lips against your sensitive skin.

"A-alright." You murmur as he walks you towards the bedroom.

Absentmindedly, you're aware you're forgetting something, but his fingers make their way up your shirt, and all your thoughts go out the window.

The first time you and Sylus have sex, you're only a little terrified.

Not of him, not at all. Sylus would never in a million years want to hurt you. However, your boyfriend was abnormally large, and you were sure it extended to other parts of him. So, even though you also knew that he didn't even need to have sex, and that he was fully satiated just being around you, you needed more.

At least, you thought you did.

"Fuck-fuck it hurts." You squirm under Sylus's large frame, and he immediately halts his movements.

"Do you want me to pull out?" He offers gently, but you're quick to shake your head.

"No-no it's fine it's just-oh my god that's only half?!" You'd made the mistake of glancing down, naively assuming that he only had an inch or so left to sheath in you. Where the hell you were going to put all that, you had no idea.

"We can stop." Sylus murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your nose. You shake your head, doing your best to relax as you skim your palms along his biceps.

"I can take it. Keep going please?" You squeeze his arm in assurance. He studies you for a moment before humming.

He pushes in a little more, once again pausing when your face pinches in pain. He pulls back before you can protest, silencing you with a soft kiss.

"I don't have to put it all in. I'm perfectly capable of making you cum like this." His husky tone makes you shiver, peaking up at him through your lashes.

"...You're sure?"

"Sweetie, with the way you're looking at me right now, you'll be lucky if I last five more minutes."

That’s probably not what Rafayel meant...

── ⟢ Tiramis(yo)u

♯┆ Sylus invited you for a fancy dinner at his place, no motive behind it other than spoiling you. he didn't expect you to be his dessert tonight, and for him to be your first.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering, virginity loss, praise, consent checks, aftercare

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: my requests are open!! | taglist

♡ comments and reblogs appreciated ♡

When Sylus prepared a nice dinner for you, he had nothing in mind when it came to how the evening is spent next to eating and enjoying each others presence. The lights were low, candles flickering between the plates and a bottle of wine was breathing open on the table. He leaned back in his chair across from you, watching you enjoy the meal that he prepared. His gaze made your skin prickle without him even having to touch you.

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"It's okay," Sylus murmurs, drawing you close. "You're okay, come here."

You sniffle, a few tears squeezing their way out as you hide your face in his chest, curling up as small as you can in his lap. He lets out a sigh of concern, slowly rubbing a hand in circles on your back, and holding you steady with the other.

"I know," He presses a kiss to your hairline. His lips are soft. "I know, sweetheart. I'm here. You're safe. He can't hurt you anymore."

You hiccup, your tears flowing more freely now. You press your shivering body further into his warmth, gripping onto his robe to ground yourself. His heart beats, strong and powerful, his chest rising and falling as he breathes. You feel as if you're being guarded by a dragon, protective of his most valuable treasure.

"To reach you, he'll have to get through me first." He kisses you again, between your furrowed brows. "You won't ever have to be alone with him again. He holds no power over you any longer."

You nod, letting your body slowly begin to untense. From the assurance in his words, the bulk of his muscle beneath your fingertips, the sheer size of him, you know deep in your soul that with him, you're the safest you've ever been. Not even mocking words can reach you.

His unshakable devotion, his easy confidence, the strength in his hands; everything he has, everything he is, he wields for you. No one could ever dream of pushing Sylus Qin around. And if you're ever forced into a confrontation again, he'll be right there by your side.

Valko hope you feel better💕

Accidental first kiss ― Valko

pairing: valko x reader
synopsis: after reluctantly agreeing to meet up with your enemy, you find yourself waiting for him. and right as you start losing hope of him ever showing up, a wolf appears out of the blue...
cw: none, enemies to lovers (not rlly?), petnames, petting, reader getting cuteness agression
wc: 1.6k
a/n: I love making moodboards for him cause he's so twilight coded...
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Twenty minutes. 

That may not seem like a very long time. Afterall, a twenty minute bus ride, a twenty minute phone call with a friend, or even a twenty minute episode of a show you like all make that time window seem small. 

What didn’t make it seem so short was waiting for someone all alone, in the middle of nowhere.

Valko was supposed to show up twenty minutes ago, he’d even been the one to arrange the time and place. And with each passing minute, you started wondering if you had fallen into some sort of elaborate trap. Afterall, the two of you were only working together temporarily, and only because it mutually benefited you.

You got information on EVER, while he got to tinker with and learn more about the hunter association’s technology. 

You should’ve known trusting him was a stupid move. You’d only met him three weeks ago, and you couldn’t go five minutes without pointing your blade at him. 

And yet, you didn’t refuse his offer on intel. 

So here you were, deep in the middle of Moonshade Valley’s dense and lush forest, pine trees surrounding and towering over you. 

You wondered if you were even at the right location at first, but he’d sent you these exact coordinates, and you’d triple checked already. 

“That four-eared bastard… making me wait when he’s the one who asked to meet up.” you scoff, kicking a nearby rock. 

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Pre-poly Snowcrow Sylus is both the lamest and weirdest motherfucker ever.

At first, you’re convinced Sylus is trying to break you and Zayne up, though you’re unsure which of you he wants. He crashes nearly every dinner date, every late night ice cream run, hell he even appeared in the condom aisle of the drug store one particularly inconvenient night.

He shows up when you're alone as well, appearing in the coffee shop you frequent one Sunday morning.

"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." A voice croons over your shoulder, making you jump. He's wearing sunglasses, inside, like a weirdo.

"Is it? Really? I come here every week. Of course, you already know that." He's standing much too close, his cologne nearly overpowering the scent of coffee in the air.

God, why the hell does he smell so good?"

"I do know that. Will you be visiting the hospital this morning?" You know exactly what he's really after, the thought of which makes your jaw clench.

"That's none of your business. Can't you just leave Zayne out of this?" You think you've escaped him when you go to order, but his card hits the machine before you can pull yours out.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He's smirking, and you suddenly have the urge to knock the sunglasses right off his pretty face.

Your drinks come quickly, thank god, but he follows you outside, walking beside you as you make your way to Akso.

"Are you seriously going to follow me? I-I could arrest you, you know!" Your scolding does little to dissuade him.

"Yet, you haven't. It seems to me you've grown fond of my presence. You, and that doctor friend of yours."

"He's not just my friend." You stress, glaring at Sylus, who's smirk only grows wider.

"Of course. Perhaps we could all become...friends."

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