୨୧ — “Hey.” Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, “You still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?”
“Mmm.”
It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.
“M’good,” you finally manage, the words slurring together, “‘M’really... really good.”
A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.
His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.
The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocks…
The playful smile on his face... falters.
“I…” He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. “...I lost control again.”
“S’okay-”
Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- …She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-
“Valko.” Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, “M’okay. Promise.”
He doesn't look convinced, “I should've been more careful. You're-” His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. “-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-”
“Fucked me exactly how I wanted?” You manage a tired smile, “Yeah. Terrible. How dare you.”
A laugh escapes him, “Brat.”
“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”
His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”
You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.
He grins, “Cute.”
"Sh'up."
“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”
“You're not- not a doctor-”
“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”
He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.
“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs.
But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.
The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.
“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”
“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.
“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”
Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.
He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)
“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”
You snort weakly.
Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”
“Oh my god-”
“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”
The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”
Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”
His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.
“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”
His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.
“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”
His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,
Safe. Loved. His.
When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.
Warnings: +18(mdni) omegaverse, alpha!valko, jealous!Valko, marking/scenting/knotting, pnv, brief mention of anal, mention of blood, licking wound, nicknames (pup, puppy, good girl), naked female/clothed male trope, lemme know if I missed anything
“Should’ve scented you better.”
Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.
The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust.
The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.
“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.”
You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was.
“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”
Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this.
You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further.
“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”
“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”
With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest.
“Atta girl, pup.”
The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot.
The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.
Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.
Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.
Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb.
“V-Valko…don’t…”
“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”
A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.
While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.
His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.
With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.
“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”
Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.
“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.”
I know Valko has been introduced to us just today and we obviously don't know how his personality is gonna be like but IM SO FERAL IF HE COMES OUT CALLING MC PUP!!!!! 🫦✨
So I'm gonna leave this quick and maybe bad written PWP drabble of Valko. SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
| • Also, please take in mind that this may not be how Valko's personality would be in the game, he is a new character that we still don't know how he is gonna be. So I just made this for fun 😊 • |
Credits to dividers: @/cafekitsune
You held tightly the pillow under you, digging your nails and almost ripping the fabric of it as you were lost in his thrusts. Slow, sloppy, feral.
Both of you sweating, his big chest flushed with your back as he moaned and growled in your ear, making your eyes roll back. Getting lost at the mix of sensations.
“That's it, so good for me~" he kept sliding his fat cock with that delicious and torturous slow pace as he snaked his arm around your neck to form a lock, holding you down completely. At his mercy.
You held back a whimper when he hit that good spot inside of you, bitting your bottom lip trying to hide it. But he already knew. "Did that feel good, pup?” he couldn't help but chuckle. Oh you were so doomed~.
He lifted his hips slightly to adjust his angle and hit that sweet spot again, making you see stars as he didn't stop. You were drooling all over the pillow as you scratched his forearm that was holding you down, drawing blood under your nails.
His other hand pressing firmly on your abdomen to make the sensation more intense. You could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, eager to knock you up and shoot that creamy seed.
His tail thwamped behind him on the bed, he couldn't stop, he needed to breed you nice and round. His fangs already aching to dig on your nape as his tongue licked all the way up your throat, savouring your taste. His nose pressing behind your ear and giving a good big sniff to your scent. Yes, you were perfect, just a perfect mate for him.
“I’m not letting go of you. I'll take good care of you, pup. Just let me mate you properly. Breed you and give you a big litter of pups~”
I'M SORRY WHAT DID I JUST WROTE!!?!?
I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!.... And know I need more~ uwu
Do y'all think he is gonna call MC "Pup" as a nickname? 🤔
Also, he looks handsome, I'm curious how his personality is gonna be like, how will his story be. It feels strange to finally have the 6th Li with us, but I'm excited for him!!!!
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
Me: Too bad you can't get pregnant by simply kissing. I truly believed that our private parts were always just a storage for urine and feces until I knew better in high school.
My best friend: What if the uvula produces eggs and his Adam's apple produces sperm? Hmmm. What a nice alternative universe.
Me: What in the smut what if's.
My best friend: HAHAHAHHA. CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT IT?
Me: I CAN???? BUT SHOULD I??????
My best friend: YEHA YEAH.
Thus, a new world was created in a universe that is parallel to ours. A world where penetration, backshots, doggy, and cowgirl simply cease to exist...
A world where female ejaculate and semen are one with our saliva and pregnancy via cumshot are concepts so foreign, SO UNHEARD OF, that the definition of sex is now limited to the biological, factual, and objective classification of male and female and not the process of spreading your legs and taking it hard and deep that we are so keenly familiar of in our own world.
In this world, you do not greet your husband after a long day at work with bedroom eyes and lingerie saying "Oh baby, you're working so hard lately... but let's get you hard in a different way, okay~?" and lead him to your bed, oh no. Tsk tsk tsk. In this world, you cuddle up against your innocently reading husband, take his chin in your delicate, dainty, slender, beautiful fingers, pull his face close to yours and murmur... "My darling, I long for the taste of your lips... I long for the feel of you feeding me the sustenance needed to supply life to the child that will soon reside in my womb. My darling, please allow us to finally meet in a kiss and let our tongues dance with wild abandon."
His response will not consist of growls of hunger as he shreds his shirt into pieces and let buttons and torn fabric fly across the room with his big, manly hands that is intricately adorned with veins that pop out even more with every tight flex, nor will it consist of eagerly clumsy fumbling of his belt and harsh tugs of his pants while his angry erection desperately presses against the zipper in an attempt to fly inside you. NO. NON. NADA. NOPE. HOWEVER, his response will consist of taking your smooth, long neck in the cradle of his hands and leaning in. His mouth is open, and his tongue is slowly slipping past the fence of his lips in anticipation before finally entangling with yours, moaning once the pink muscle enters the hot chamber of your mouth. His jaw will work then. There will be a motion that is to be done. A motion where, in our world, will be akin to thrusting, of pushing that dick in that tight, warm channel between your glorious legs.
His tongue will slip in your mouth and his throat will start working, his Adam's apple bobbing, pumping, preparing to excrete a fluid that, in our world, is very lovingly known as cum. Semen. Man baby-making milk. This fluid will mix with his saliva and your own fluids, the very fluids that came from the tiny bell organ that is squirted by the tiny pores in your uvula, will meet his as you kiss and lick and make out and devour each other. And once the integration is thoroughly complete, the mixture of your love and desire will begin the descent towards the pathway that leads to your womb, and thus, creating the consequence of your love and desire, and thus creating your child.
Yes, you can still kiss normally, you can still do that, not every kiss ends in pregnancy, due to the reason that, for a pregnancy to ensue, the uvula must be stiff and swollen (swelling must be up to at least three times the usual bell size, any less than that would imply that there is not enough liquid for the pores to excrete and the female part of the mixture will dissolve on its way to the womb). The swell is an indication of heat within the human body and heat is a very, VERY, crucial component in ensuring a successful pregnancy; too little would mean there is too little liquid, too much (outside the protective skin of the vulva) would mean that the female part of the mixture would evaporate and thus resulting in an incomplete mixture that will not result in the pregnancy (that is the reason why, despite being locked in the kiss as well and the chance of swallowing is just as high as the female's, men cannot get pregnant, their internal body temperature is too high for the female part to survive, while the female body tends to fluctuate in temperature). The Adam's apple coat the cells of the semen in a thin layer of something similar to menthol that keeps the female part in that sweet spot in temperature that guarantees a safe travel from mouth to womb. Much like the womb, the pathway that the mixture will go through is limited to the female anatomy, another reason why men cannot get pregnant despite swallowing the mixture.
Labor, however, will be relatively the same in our world; once the mixture has passed through, the muscles in the pathway will close and will only open during digestion to provide nutrients from mother to baby, so for the baby to be born, the baby will continue the descent pop right out of their mother's legs. The birthing process in this world is more delicate, intricate, precise, than the one in our world, it follows a linear path of constant descent as well in comparison to our THRUST IN, THRUST OUT, THRUST IN AND OUT, FLIP OVER AND AGAIN FOR HOURS, IN GOES THE BABY, THEN OUT. It is worth noting that the process in this world is much, much more intimate when done between spouses. It is also worth noting that the process in this world is much, much more violating if done forcibly. BUT ANYWAYSSS-
There you go, baby without the cumshot creampies.
Insert my best friend: "Question though can you still derive sexual pleasure through intercourse?"
Well, given that kinks exist even in our world, I suppose deriving sexual pleasure through intercourse IS possible; however, it would be treated as something more or less taboo and unusual by the average Joe. Doesn't mean it's going to stop anyone though; the entire process that we've been talking about up to this point might be the MAIN attraction, it is not, by any means, the only thing to see and experience in this circus of pleasure.
Additionally, I think that because it is the upper part of the body that primarily experiences stimulation, it would make sense if signs of arousal were visible somewhere around the torso as well. I'm thinking of some part enlarging during the kissing. For females, I'm thinking of their breasts growing more tender and for males, the shoulders become firmer. I'm thinking of the male nipples growing pink as well. The thought of having parts of the body grow larger comes from the idea that bigger things are often more noticeable, and if, say, the breasts and the shoulders grow bigger and more noticeable, it coaxes them into reaching out and groping those parts of their spouse, further encouraging stimulation to the body and intensifying the already intimate set-up of being locked in an all-consuming kiss with your beloved.
AND YOU KNOW, GOSH, IF YOU REALLY WANT YOUR CUNT TO BE STUFFED BY THAT MAN BABY-MAKING MILK, YOUR HUSBAND MUST HAVE HIS FACE BURIED IN YOUR PUSSY AND SPIT THAT SEED-EQUIVALENT LIQUID IN YOUR WALLS BECAUSE IT'S NOT IN THE BALLS AND SHOT BY THE DICK ANYMORE, IT'S IN THE ADAM'S APPLE.
Should the Adam's apple shoot like it a dick does?
SHOULD THE UVULA HAVE A SQUIRTING MECHANIC?????? I DON'T KNOWW ANYMORE.
I assure you, dear readers, my best friend and I are not vulgar in mind and in tongue very often. This idea simply sounded very funny at around ten in the evening.
arctic hare!xavier, river otter!rafayel, timber wolf!caleb, snow leopard!zayne, lynx!sylus x snowshoe hare!female reader
genre: dark romance gothic fantasy
summary: at the foot of the mountains lies a small village of snow dwellers—hybrids built for winter habitat and climates. as the sun sets on summer, they spend the autumn preparing for the harsh, cold months ahead of them. adding to the rush of winter preparations is the oncoming mating season, everyone eager to pair off and hunker down with someone to keep warm. as the village baker, you’re focused on doing your part to help the community prepare, loaf after loaf of steaming, hot bread being pulled from the large oven in your shop. you even entertain the idea of taking a mate... perhaps the quiet physician whom you consult about herbs or maybe the butcher boy from down the road that always wears an easy smile. but when strange happenings begin to plague your little town—cattle disappearing only to be found gutted in the nearby forest, unsettling bumps in the night that shake you from slumber, and a foul smell emanating from the tree line—the cozy rhythm of autumn begins to fray. frenzied panic settles deep into the heart of your village when the disturbing events finally culminate in the death of an elder… you can’t help but wonder if the danger is living right under your nose.
↳ warnings: !!18+ nsfw!!, alternate universe-animal hybrids, animalistic character traits & behaviors, mating season/cycles, time period inaccuracies (medieval), non mc reader, elderly character death (murder), dark themes, light angst, hysteria & panic, moral dilemma, folklore/mildly religious themes, blood/gore, reverse harem, explicit descriptions of intercourse (see chapter summaries for specific warnings)
chapter one: coming soon…
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