Not only a lunatic, a homosexual lunatic as well.

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[lvl1l1]

Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.

He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even

But his tail is a fucking snitch.

The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.

He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.

Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.

It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.

You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).

“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”

He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.

He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…

…but his tail never lies.

[thalwri]

HE'S A BRAWLER

synopsis: on a dark, cloudy night, you're clashing of fists against this wolf has you unravelling at the seams with ravenous hunger to win. but one whiff of your scent from valko and the script crumples up. oh well, might as well skip to the best part.

warnings: roleplay, choking, masochist!valko, scent kink, heavy sniffing, biting, licking, blood tasting (from the lips, it's not anything crazy i swear–), dry humping, good boy!valko and he's a major tease, switch!valko + switch!reader (slightly subtle), fingering, slight thigh-fucking, exhibitionism, semi-turned-actual public sex, wolf-like behaviour (snarling and growling), creampies, light mention of knotting, his tail and second ears are present

wc: 4,5k

a/n: play fighting turned extreme? yes. i've figured out he tends to say stuff like 'gonna', 'wanna', 'ya', ' 'cause', all from the livestream– obviously not all the time, but it's worthy to note. and now i want to write about cuddles with koko. oh, i wanna brush his tail so bad!! i've got two more in the works from my reqs so just know i will be drooling over our wolfie the entire day

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

All it takes is a single whiff.

A single whiff and Valko’s brain switches off. His senses become fully attuned to one singular point, so sure and certain that he can suffer no form of doubt. It is invigorating, it is exact, it completes him.

His grandmother and aunt have told him about this more times than he can remember, especially when he got stronger with age. “You’ll soon find a mate, Valko. And that will be most recognisable through her scent. We’ll know if you hide it from us! ” 

He didn’t think it would be this soon.

Especially not while you’re beating his ass. 

And now all he wants is to drown in your scent.

You, on the other hand, are wondering why this idiot finds it so necessary to be cheeky. Your hands block his blows and strike when the window opens. But this foe isn’t like all the others you’ve dealt with. 

“You sure do pack a punch.” He grins, dodging another one of your swats as he steps back. “Maybe getting in my way wasn’t the best idea?”

Dickhead!

Your fist cracks his jaw hard enough for you to feel it in your knuckles. It won't affect him that much, you know that. However, the pain is so worth it to see that bewildered look on his face. And the slight blush that dusts his cheeks.

“Aw, did you bite your tongue?” You gibe, dropping to slide your leg under his to throw him off balance. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to blabber while fighting!”

Somehow, somehow in ways that rattle you, he stumbles back, burgundy eyebrows wiggling as he bares his canines in a smile. “A little taunting doesn’t hurt.”

A little taunting. A little. 

You have to laugh. It bubbles out of you in a disbelieving huff, then a low chuckle, growing in hysterics as you rise to your feet. He flinches back, he actually flinches at the sight and his ears— the fluffy ones on top of his head— twitch too, leaning back the more you stagger close. His biceps are tense, veins bulging against his skin, practically itching to engage the moment you strike him with an attack. 

“Just a little taunting, right?” The smile stretching your lips is wide enough to make your cheeks ache. “Then take this!”

You aim for his gut and almost make the strike, but he intercepts. He catches your hand, his grip gentle but firm. Good.

In a heartbeat, you’re quick to pivot on your feet and spin back to aim your free arm, elbow-to-face. To a chiselled, pretty-eyed, soft-lipped face. But Valko catches on, his clawed hand already raised to block your elbow from breaking his nose.

He tackles your arm, locking it behind you to keep you from moving. “Smooth,” he says, his tone genuine in his sentiment. “I didn’t think the Hunters trained their own this well.” 

If it weren’t for the lack of distance between you, you’d be cussing him out and writhing hard enough to free yourself. The thing is, you can’t help yourself to not do it. His breath falls on your nape so soft and warm it feels like a caress. Your eyes flutter, for a mere moment, entranced by how close he is; enchanted by his grip, so firm yet so hesitant to press too hard. 

Your defences soften, sensing that he’s literally looming over you with his height. He’s fucking huge, those muscles in his arms could rival the size of your own thighs— you’d need a more thorough look for that. Waves of heat brush off him directly onto you, toasting you up like a heater in the middle of winter.

“Did you bite your tongue?” He hums. You can literally hear him pout from his high lilt. Fucking tease. A soft, bristly tail brushes your leg, curling up your calf and tensing up your muscles as you squirm.

“Was thinking about biting yours off.” You struggle in his grip, butting your head against the base of his neck, pulling a gasp from his lips— and not for the reason you’d think.

His hesitation is more than enough leeway for you to move. You jab your elbow in his gut and pivot as soon as his grip loosens, turning to face him with your hands shooting right towards his neck. You both tumble down to the wet tar road, his body cushioning you as he groans from the impact.

“Are you insane— hrrrk!” You squeeze his neck tight. The jump of his pulse becomes frantic beneath your fingers as you press him down, your knees bracketed over his hips.

“If that’s what we’re calling an instinct for defence, then by all means.” You snarl, slowly squeezing tighter. A choked gasp coughs out of him as his golden eyes flutter and start to roll back.

Shit.

It can’t be that tight of a hold, you haven’t started interrogating him yet. 

Ever so slowly, you loosen your hold to grace him with enough air to breathe. The joints in your fingers barely twitch to ease your grip on his windpipe and, in a single blink, his hand clamps down completely over yours and presses down harder.

“Don’t back out when you’re in so deep.” He wheezes. He can’t stop himself from giving you his signature grin even in this state. It infuriates you almost as much as it titillates you.

“Oh, you are insufferable!”

Despite the fact that you’re on top of him, Valko crunches his weight and curls upwards until your noses are just a breath away from bumping. He nudges his head away, leaning to your ear. “Look, I was trying to help…”

Valko’s breath catches in his throat, and he slackens for a split second, his head bowing to your neck. Right beneath your fingers, his pulse jumps through his veins.

Sniff.

It’s like his whole body freezes up and relaxes, following a single instinct in response to something you can’t notice. 

Sniiiffff. His sculpted nose cards up your scalp, deeply inhaling all the way to the soft shell of your ear. And when he finally releases that breath after a tense, bated ten seconds, a soft moan slips out.

“What… are you doing?”

“Your scent.” His whisper brushes down your spine. You can feel something gently pressing against your crotch that wasn’t there before. Your hips circle around it, familiar with the hard tenting ridge greeting you, a knee-jerk reaction as natural as breathing.

“Mm-mm.” You push at his chest, curving your hand from his neck to his nape as he hits the ground, taking you with him. His hands find purchase in your hips, pressing you down onto the throbbing erection beneath you.

It seems you’ve reached the peak of your game for the night. Your dear wolf won’t be able to hold on if you keep going like this.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Valko takes your wrist and presses his nose right there, dragging his flaring nostrils across your skin. 

The muscles of his jaw tick beneath the neon street lights, his soft lips parting as his brows twitch. He pouts, tongue poking out to lather your bare skin in his saliva. “You just smell incredibly… good.”

“Val,” You relax completely on top of him, lightly smacking his chest. He’s too cute for you to chastise. “We were almost there.”

“I know,” He sighs that pathetic sigh of his, similar to when he nerds out on something you already know. Poor man loves to impress you. “But you’re so hot when you choke me. Can’t expect a wolf not to react to his mate.”

He grinds his hips upwards, emphasising his point. His cock must be fully hard by now. You can feel it twitching to be freed and reunited with the warmth of your pussy. 

“Not to mention how wet ya must be.” It’s now a continuous rhythm, up and down, slow, gracious rolls of his hips into yours to let the electric pulses between your arousals meet. “It smells divine. Wanna drown my face in ya.”

A gust of the night breeze flows through your clothes, whispering a warning of incoming rain. Valko naturally runs hot. The cold wouldn’t bother him nor you. So long as you remain close to him, of course. 

Valko, like every other time, does not let anything get between him and you during your fun hours. He won’t let a sliver of light pass through you if he had anything to say about it. He definitely won’t let a few lucky witnesses change the tempo— if anything, it’s a compliment to find themselves witnessing him fornicate with his mate.

“The roads are busy tonight.” You murmur, tracing circles on his broad chest, over his heart. 

“Bustling with people.” Valko agrees, nodding his head so eagerly it makes you laugh.

“This alleyway isn’t that secluded from the main road. Anyone could walk by.”

“I think I recall you choosing where we’d play around with our scenario— ow!”

“Say that again for me, baby,” You croon with loving eyes, all while you pinch and twist his ear. “Couldn’t hear you over your tail slapping the road.”

“It is not— ow! Quit it!“

“Sorry, what was that?” You twist harder to hear him whine and jut his hips up harder, and that gives you all the confirmation you need. 

Control turns into a concept, curling into the air like smoke. Valko rubs circles into your hips, smiling through the tantalising agony of your teasing. Little by little, he guides your hips back and forth over his own, slotting the slit of your clothed cunt above his length. Just like that.

“We.” He hisses, tongue darting out to collect the drool running down his chin. “You and I chose a risky spot, baby.” He fondles the plush flesh of your ass, letting it ripple in his hands as he pats it. “But it wouldn’t be a first.”

“Yeah?” You follow his rhythm, letting the worry ease away for the thrill to rush in. Thank goodness you opted to wear a skirt. “It’d be such a shame if we put it to waste.”

“Say it like that again.” Valko snarls.

Has he realised how much you enjoy it when he snarls? Probably not. It does something carnal to you, it makes you feral like him whenever he’s in the midst of a rut. Between wanting to tear off his clothes and kissing him senseless, you genuinely can’t pick.

So Valko chooses for you. 

“Let’s make the best of it then.” His lips are on yours in a split second, nipping you with his sharp canines exactly how you want it. His skilled hands hike up your skirt, soothing your skin with the heat of his hands as the cool air makes you arch into him.

Down wanders your hand, over the huge muscle of his chest, raking your nails down his sensitive peaked nipples. Valko takes in a sharp breath as you pinch one, rubbing it in small, rough circles.

“Is teasing really necessary?” He groans against your lips, taking the lower between his teeth to graze. Maybe he should make you bleed a little and drink it right from you like the last time. He wants all of it, your nectar. In every form. 

“You like to do it,” You lick his teeth as he bites you, and hiss when he sucks the small crimson drops out. Your hands wander down his abdomen, tracing over each ridge until you find the cool metal of his belt.

Clink.

“Consider it poetic justice.”

His laughs fill the nighttime air with unrestrained glee, a contrast to how gentle he is turning you over to your back. His lips find every open patch of skin, sucking and licking his way back to your face.

“Smells like you got new perfume,” Valko’s muffled voice notes, nuzzling into your neck for what won’t be the last time tonight. Your legs hook around his waist with ease, your skirt hiked up well above your hips. 

His pants and boxers are shoved down his thick, muscular thighs with haste, and his cock springs out so hard that a steady stream of precum slides down the jugular vein running down his shaft. It’s practically steaming, proudly bobbing towards your pulsating cunt like a compass to its true north.

The power of a mate’s scent has always been known as an excessive stimulant to the senses, which Valko understands. To experience it in practice, even after being with you for months, is still so jarring. He wants to be engulfed in everything that is you. 

“Is it?” 

“Hmm?” You’d been so blissed out by the sheer heat of his cockhead glossing your lace-covered entrance that you weren’t listening. There's no way you can be blamed for it, especially when you’ve got Valko all over you like this!

“You.” Valko licks a long stripe up your neck to your jaw, moaning at your taste. “Smell.” His nose rubs all over your cheek, deeply inhaling your natural aroma. “Ravishing.” 

The gusset of your lacy panties hooks over his finger for him to push aside, and he finally moves. 

No matter how often you have sex, the sheer size of him will always make your eyes widen with a pitched gasp. It’s a homecoming of its own lewd design, heavy with its thickness stretching you beyond your mind’s capacity to keep up.

It always takes a minute for you to adjust, barely letting yourself move lest you wish to feel his length nudge every sensitive spot it touches. 

“S’it too much?” Valko huffs, his pretty gold eyes wide. The vein on his temple bulges as you clench around him.

“Perfect.” You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, lapping the drool dripping down the corner of his lip. “Might just cum like this.”

He pulls his hips back slowly, dragging each inch of him out until the bulbous tip remains. “Can’t have that, can we?”

He slams his hips into yours, stuffing his cock balls-deep, leaving no space for anything that isn’t him. Moans slip from your lips lustily, punctuated by each deep thrust as Valko picks up the pace. Your neck gets speckled with sharp bites and heated licks, his breath hot and fanning your skin. 

The rumble of the nighttime traffic turns into pure noise, a trivial concern second to the spine-shivering pleasure of hearing Valko’s husky, raw groans right in your ear.

“So loud tonight, Ko.” You coo, but your hypocrisy is palpable. 

“Not gonna be quiet when you—“ Valko draws his cock back only to swiftly prod as deep as he can go, his heavy sacks roughly rubbing against your mounds. “—are trying to milk me dry.”

His thrusts turn pointed, constantly pounding in that same delicious spot and that makes your eyes roll back in lascivious glee. Every bounce of impact has you skid across the tar and Valko pulls you back to him, hands tight on your waist.

You’re bunching your hands up his top, reaching to claw and scratch the taut muscles from his waist, to his shoulders, marking him in you until he bleeds. “Ssss—oh my—“ Valko hisses and pulls himself up to sit on his heels. 

Angling his hips forward, he pulls you on him, raising your rump so high that your back is stuck in a mean arch. He’s back at it, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping cunt like a piston, relishing the noisy squelches you make for him as he slides right back into your warm, sopping cavern.

“You’re gulping me up,” Valko jerks his head to the side, burgundy hair plastered to his forehead. “Don’t wanna let me leave, do you?”

Barely a short distance away from you, the blinding shine of headlights halt and a car door bangs shut. Low murmurs from two— no, three people catch your wavering attention. You should seriously be quiet, avoid being seen. You really, really should.

But Valko’s so deep inside you, circling his hips ‘round yours nice and slow every time he bottoms out. You can feel him twitching and throbbing, you can feel that mushroom tip bumping each soft crevice of your walls so precisely that you can’t silence the ecstasy he pulls out of you.

Dammit, he needs to feel you cum around his cock. The only thing he can clearly envision is your pretty face going slack, your smooth back arching, your voice pitching up so high only he would be able to hear it. 

Merely thinking about it has even more spit slobbering down his chin. Now he has to achieve that at least three times. Fuck the nocturnal snoops lurking by. Neither of you are gonna stop. 

They can get a front seat on how a wolf makes his beloved mate cum hard enough to feel like he's in rut.

The noises are getting louder now. Your heart is pounding your chest, anxious with the nerves and the sick desire to be seen with your Valko. What would they do about it?

“…think this is the right way…”

“You sure we aren’t lost?”

“Course I’m sure—“

“Wait. Do you guys hear that?”

Droplets of rain bounce on you, slowly sinking into the fabric of your clothes. Impeccable timing for a shower of rain to come pouring in.

“I told you we should have taken the umbrella!” One voice complains as heavy shoes and heels on gravel crunch closer. Neither of you stop— if anything, you do the opposite.

“Relax.” The other says. “We just need to check if the club’s here, and we’ll be fine.”

“Guys, do you not hear that squelching noise—“

“It’s raining, you’re probably hearing things again.”

“I don’t think I’d be hearing moans.”

“You seriously need to stop listening to those boyfriend audios.”

You raise your leg, pressing it against Valko’s side, and he quickly hooks it over his shoulder. “Val, ohh— we’ve got visitors… passing by.” You tease, barely able to speak through the hiccups breaking through each word.

“Let them come.” Valko throws his head back, groaning so loud you can’t tell if he’s deliberately getting louder or if he’s close. 

The telltale signs rush in hastily, his constant rhythm faltering. “Baby— baby!” His thumb finds your clit and presses down, rubbing your sensitive bud in wet circles as his thrusts grow sloppy. “Can you cum for me? Need to feel you, need you—“

You crane your head back, turning it just a bit to see three pairs of legs planted on the tar by the corner turning right in the direction of your copulating forms. The looks of pure shock on their faces are too blurry from the rain for you to see, and yet your back’s arching at the thought of it. You can’t help yourself, you have to writhe and jut your hips for more. 

“What the—“

“Holy shit.”

A low, animalistic growl from Valko sends them sprinting back to their car, cussing their disbelief into the air before the engine bursts to life. The dull shine from the headlights disappear not long after, leaving only the crimson shine of the neon lights above you.

“Oh, fuck!” He laughs wildly into the air, skin steaming despite the cool pelts of rain hitting him. His hands rub soothing circles on the swell of your thighs, tugging you closer. “Was that good? I felt so territorial, had my blood boiling seeing them stand there.”

All you can do is nod enthusiastically. You’d been at a loss for words up to this point, with moans and breathless sighs being your only communion to him. Though Valko is fluent in your lustful cadences and joyously obeys your every command.

Scream after a sharp thrust? He’ll do it ten more times, each time harder than the last.

Hum serenely when he stops to kiss you? He’ll slip his tongue in and have you taste him.

Pull his hair? He’ll moan so loud he might as well start howling.

“Oh, so — hah— fucking good. Want your knot—“ You push your fingers into Valko’s mouth before he can speak. “Why can’t it be a fucking full moon— oh…Val—ah! Want you so swollen and full inside you can’t pull out."

“Mmphh—“ His cock slips out completely, hips still bucking into yours without a second thought. The hot, crying, dusty pink tip of his gorgeous, hot girth keeps on tapping your clit with a trail of precum keeping you together. 

“Would turn the fucking moon for you, make myself go into rut.” He laps at your fingers, grazing each one with his sharp teeth. “Fuck I’d do it all just to hear you scream my name.”

“You’d do that for me, Ko?” You pout, your hips already sore from bucking back and forth to keep his cock inside. “You’d be such a good boy—“

“ ‘m I not being good already?” His golden eyes are already starting to glow bright. “Thought I was givin’ it to you how you want it? Is my cock not deep enough?”

Those large, hot hands grab at your soft globes, hiking you higher up his muscular, corded thighs. You can barely see his face from how the air that leaves his kiss-swollen lips instantly condenses.

You’re both completely soaked— from the rain, from your sweat, from the sheer arousal pooling out of you both. The sensation of cold is a tickle to you; Valko’s body heat is more than abundant, amplifying the hot burn rushing through you.

“Valko, want you back inside.” You moan, veering your hips up to catch his cock as he grinds, but you miss. And this stubborn wolf humps your thigh instead. He keeps going at it, pressing himself deeper into your flesh, moaning as if pure bliss rests upon you— which it does.

“Is my thigh that good?” You tease, rubbing your ankle by his jaw. The groan that rumbles through his chest vibrates right down to your cunt, gushing out another fountain of slick nectar.

“Every part of ya is,” Valko moans. “Wanna paint you with my cum, with my spit, until ya smell only me.” His hips quiver as the underside of his fat girth rubs your soft, plush skin, slathering you in his pre. You can practically smell it over the rain— he wants you to smell like him.

“It’s more than good,” Valko traces the lightest shapes over your swollen red clit, pressing down in short pulses in tune with his humping. “Love that everything smells like you. But the source is better.” 

His fingers trail down the path of your puffy lips, squeezing them, then collects your slick from your cunt and brings his fingers to his nose. Sniff. 

Sniiiiiifff. He sucks your milky juices right off his fingers, moaning at the taste. “Fucking delicious.”

Then his fingers slip right into you, three thick fingers, and pump in and out while his cock rubs on your thigh. You arch, drawn tight and ready to burst the second he curves his digits exactly where they should be.

“Valko!” 

“Uh-huh.” He nods into your calf, scenting you before he sinks his teeth into you. You yelp from the shock, the pain quickly easing into pleasure as your climax rushes to you in a raging tempest of need.

“You’ll praise me if I put it back in, right?” He nudges his cock on your entrance, missing with every fucking thrust. “Call me a good boy?”

Placing all your weight on one arm, you shoot up and grip his jaw. “You’ll have to prove it, and right now you’re being the opposite.” You take his cheek between your cheek and bite hard. “But you can make up for it. I’m feeling very generous tonight.”

Valko’s chest rumbles with a low, gruff growl. “Harder.” His fingers slip out of you and plunge back in harder, curling up faster than before. “I’ll be good, just hold me harder.”

You squeeze his square, slack jaw and bite harder. “Put it in.”

“Yes, baby, oh fuck yes.” His fingers are out instantly, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching for him. But you don’t even get to whine from the loss— he fills you up just as fast with his cock, pulling you into his lap so every inch of him is completely inside.

“Ohhh, good boy.” You cry out, hips instantly circling above him as he bounces you up and down his cock in time with his thrusts. “So precious… mhm, right there!” 

You’re both babbling and clinging, rutting wild and without restraint. Every kiss you share is wet with your thick saliva and the cool rain, the steam rising from Valko’s heated tanned skin mixes with your breathless pants. “So big and strong, my Valko— more!”

“Ya choking me.” Valko smiles into another biting kiss, full of your tongues sliding over teeth. He guides your hand down and presses on your pelvis. Each rut, each grind, has his length pushing and bulging out. The print of him on your hand and his own covering yours completely might be your breaking point.

“Love being good— hnn!” Your foreheads press together, breaths mingling as the world fades to only you and him. You and Valko, that is all there is. “Love you, I love you.”

“Mmh, ‘nd I love you—“ The affirmation triggers the coil to finally snap, releasing a flood of blissful heat. “Fuck!”

You clamp down on him firm and tight, your rain-soaked body tenses up completely in his arms as your nails claw down his face and neck— so tender yet so unrestrained. His creamy sap bursts in hefty pulses, hot and thick, his hips bucking up so much mushroom head keeps butting it.

There are no words that exist other than your name and Valko’s. There is no sense other than that of recognising him and he, you. 

Without a single thought in mind, you're both still clawing visible skin, tugging at your clammy clothes, dragging your hands down each others’ faces. The sensation alone soothes the violent pounding of your chest, letting the haze of carnal passion simmer away.

“Wanna stay like this forever.” Valko nuzzles you, hot to the touch, and holds you close. The mere act of flexing his biceps around your waist moves his half-hard cock just a little, jolting breathless croons from you.

“We’ll get sick.” You gently object, poking and prodding his cheeks until a snort bubbles out of him. “Aren’t you feeling cold?”

Valko pouts, pressing sloppy open kisses all over your face. You’re so mean. It’s just a little rain! Since when has the weather stopped him? “I feel like that’s a joke.”

“Might be.” Stroking circles onto his broad back, you let your short pause drag. Let him think you’re considering it. “If you’re up for it—“

The speed that he lights up almost gives you whiplash. His tail slaps the wet tar road, his shaft already thick and twitching in you, ready for another electrifying round. “Can we do it again?”

valko, valko, VALKO! as you can see, the full moon has affected me.

[poisonf0rest]

Big Bad Wolf!

♱⋅── valko x reader

♱⋅── about: valko gets turned on when you beat him in play fighting, especially when you get a little rough? Yes or yes?

♱⋅── wc: 3.2k

♱⋅── warnings: mdni. smut, breeding kink, scent kink, knotting, mate mentioned, dry humping, subby valko, puppy coded valko, size difference

One hundred forty-three rounds later, and you’ve finally won.

Every bulging, sweaty muscle strains as you laugh on top of Valko for the final lunge, pinning him by his throat and waist into the mats below.

“Haha, and that’s victory for me!”

He grumbles in response, pouting although you see the ghost of a smile curl against his lips. “Ya right. You tripped me, dirty little minx.”

You coo at his adorable sulking, “Big bad wolf can't handle a little bit of dirty play?” Pressing your forearm harder, you watch something dark flicker in Valko’s eyes as his breath stutters. “Don’t you know your enemies will be ready to exploit your every weakness?”

The room is filled with both of your ragged breathing, sweat dripping between your tanged bodies, undoubtedly soaking through your bra and shorts. The air sticks to you, hot and sticky.

Valko takes a deep inhale, chest rising under your palm, before going unnaturally still. The stillness of a predator ready to jump.

You tense, anticipating him to wrestle you off and begin the next match, and yet it never comes.

No. Instead, you’re met with the unmistakable feeling of something growing harder, larger, pushing up against your clothed ass.

The flush on your face is no longer just from exhaustion.

“Did you- are you—”

Valko’s whine cuts you off, his eyes screwed shut as if in horrible pain. “Don’t. Please.”

He’s trembling. Every hulking muscle under you straining as his enormous palms come up to cup your thighs, nails digging in.

“I just,” Valko lets out another whine, pitched and desperate, his amber eyes snapping open and begging up at you no better than a puppy would. “Ah shit, you’re so perfect. Fight perfect, smell perfect,” one broad hand goes to your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you, the sound shooting through him like another strike. “Feel perfect.”

Fuck.

Something about losing to you, about the ache blooming through his body where your blows had landed, the solid weight of you pinning him effortlessly into the worn training mats… perhaps it should have bruised his pride or made him fired up.

Instead, it leaves Valko fucking dizzy.

Your scent surrounds him, swallowed with every inhale Valko takes, intoxicating and cloying on his tongue as though he could taste you already. It’s sweet and a little spicy, like cardamom or amber, filling his brain with static as his every instinct narrows down on you and your body. To lay claim. To take.

He doesn't mean to keep nuzzling into your sweat-slicked body. One breath isn't enough, then another isn't either, every deeper pull filling his head with a pleasant, humming need that leaves less and less room for coherent thought.

Acceptance.

Need.

Mate.

Despite your full weight still pinning him to the floor, Valko's hips buck sharply up into yours, nearly throwing you off him. But his hand tightens against your ass, forcing you down into the movement at the exact same time he grinds his still-growing erection right up into your clothed pussy.

You both moan at the mere contact.

More. He needs more.

His hips don’t stop moving, pushing up into you with quick little rabbit thrusts, Valko’s head thrown back in a deep, unashamed moan as he chases the friction. His jaw opens, nearly drooling, about to manhandle you into a better position to grind against when you lean back down.

And slap him right across the face.

Immediately, he freezes, blinking and shaking away the shock and arousal from his face. His cock jumps from between your thighs, though, and that’s all the confirmation you need as Valko looks back up at you with wide eyes.

“Behave, puppy.”

You place your hand around his neck, grinding your hips backward as you watch Valko’s eyes roll back.

“I won,” you remind him. “That means you listen to me.”

He nods with so much enthusiasm you almost worry about his neck.

“Yeah, yes. Of course. I can take it, please.” Anything, anything for you to keep touching him.

Your hips are flush against his, grinding up and down just like you would be if you were riding him. The thought alone has Valko moaning louder, completely uncaring if anyone heard, voice hoarse as you squeeze his throat tighter.

It’s teasing both of you to insanity, so close and not nearly close enough. Friction hot and pressing right up against your clit, but doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. It doesn't help that the outline of his dick is enough to grind on, wide enough to part your lips and feel strain against your clothed pussy. Fuck, imagining all that power, that size stretching inside you…

You’re no better than animals in heat, gasping and panting as your hips never stop moving, spine arching as his tip catches your clit. “Ahhh, good job, baby, making me feel so good. Good boy.”

Valko keens at the praise. “Thank you, thank you. I’m your good boy, I’ll be such a good boy.”

He’s drooling as he writhes beneath you, nails clawing into the floor with the restraint it takes not to flip you over and rip your shorts off before fucking until both of you pass out. Bite and mark you as his. Fill you with his seed until he’s shooting blanks, watch you drip with his cum, push his knot inside you and cum again and again and again—

You laugh. Poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s moaning all of this out loud.

“Shhh, I’ll let you, puppy.” Leaning down, you kiss him just to shut him up, licking into his open mouth. “I’ll let you breed me.”

“Fuuuck yes.”

Valko’s tongue shoves into your mouth, hot, invasive, lapping into the kiss. You let him, kissing with teeth and tongue, spit spilling down the side of his mouth as he takes more and more. He bullies himself closer, greedy for every scrap of attention, chasing each inch you’re willing to give and always reaching for one more.

“I’m sorry, feels so good, too good.” Valko groans, every thrust becoming more sloppy, and you can tell from how sloppy his kisses are and the unevenness of his thrusts that he’s already close.

You click your tongue as though reprimanding a spoiled pet before breaking the kiss, hand tightening around his throat.

Valko breaks away instantly with a sharp gasp, chest heaving. His eyes snap to yours, dazed and teary, as though being stopped is its own reward. “Sorry, m’sorry. Please keep kissing me, please, I’m sorry.” Another whimper. “You said you’d help me, ya? P-please baby, let me cum.”

“And let you stain my favorite gym shorts with your cum? I don’t think so, puppy,” you scold, teasing your fingers up his rough undercut.

His breath catches so abruptly his whole body gives a tiny, involuntary jolt, shoulders loosening beneath your hand as a slow shiver rolls down his spine at the mere touch. If his ears were manifested, they would be pulled back, his body chasing the sensation before his mind could catch up, leaning instinctively into your palm like some half-domesticated thing desperate for another touch.

Every instinct urges him to reclaim your mouth, to grind back into your clothed pussy, but he forces himself still. Because that’s what you’ve taught him to do.

What a good boy.

Lifting your hips, Valko sobs at the loss of your heat. Your free hand reaches down instead, shucking down his sweat-drenched shorts and boxers in one tug, his cock bouncing out from its confines.

It springs against Valko’s abdomen with a wet slap, every bulging, veiny inch a sensitive pink, tip swollen and leaking all over his pretty red happy trail.

Valko whines, bucking into the air, “Please-ohhh-please let me in you. I’ll make you feel s’good, I’ll be so good. Ah fuck, come on.”

Something, anything to release this unbearable pressure swelling up at the base of his dick.

So you slap him again, and this time the second the crack echoes across the room so does his moan. A fresh spurt of pre-cum stains his abs, so much leaking and spilling down his stomach, you’re damn near concerned.

“Shh, don’t be too loud, someone might hear how desperate you are, baby.” You kiss his forehead and strip.

First you peel off the sports bra, then kick down your shorts and panties, smiling at Valko’s star-struck expression before dropping back down completely bare onto his muscular thighs.

“Come here, puppy.”

He obeys immediately, sitting up faster than humanly possible and ramming his lips onto yours, hands fighting to cup your breasts before he thinks better of it and curls them against his sides into trembling fists.

You hum into the kiss, guiding his hands up to your skin, “Go on, you can touch me.”

Two massive arms engulf you. Valko’s already nuzzling into your bare chest, mouthing at the lines of sweat collected from your sports bra, hot tongue dragging against every inch of skin. There’s no rhythm, no logic, just sloppy licking between your breasts before sucking at your nipples, around and up until he’s at your collarbone, every sensation so overwhelming that you feel yourself soaking his thigh.

“M’sorry, can’t stop. Taste so sweet…” Valko’s licking another long strip up your neck before finding a spot that makes you whine, nipping and teething at it while his hands come up to pinch and roll your swollen nipples. You moan at the feeling of it all, hips rolling against his quads as he purposefully tenses the ridges of muscle underneath you, letting you grind against him.

Once again, the two of you are humping each other like dogs, except this time there’s no more clothing to get in the way.

Your bare cunt envelopes his throbbing cock, every movement heightened by loud, wet sounds of the two sliding together, pseudo fucking in a way that drives both of you insane. The taste and smell of you is overwhelming, Valko dipping his head to suck at your nipple while bucking up into you, abs flexing, drenched with sweat and your combined slick as his cock drags past your clit, pressing desperately right up against your cunt before slipping to your ass and coming right back again.

His frustration is becoming obvious. Low growls muffled into your chest as grinding turns to proper thrusting, tip ramming at your entrance just too thick to push in and your thighs too slippery to find purchase.

“Shit! it’s not– not fitting. Please, let me in.” He’s begging, drooling against your chest. ”Please sweetheart, please doll.”

You want it just as badly. So you tug on his hair, pulling Valko on top of you as you lie down, and slowly turning yourself around until your chest is pressed into the training mats beneath you.

Valko’s frozen like a predator just narrowed in on a prey.

Except that prey is you. Your teasing smile lured him in, and your bare, dripping cunt presented to him like heaven mere inches from his drooling face.

Arching your back deeper, you smile as you finally give him what he’s been dying for. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Valko, ya? Wanna knot me?”

He’s barely breathing, golden eyes glowing slightly as they lock with yours, unblinking. “Yes.”

Then, he pounces.

In a blink, his six-foot-something body slams into yours, shoving your face into the floor, one arm effortlessly forcing your ass higher to meet his hips and the other pinning your back into a deep arch to accommodate the weight of his chest now pressed against your spine.

Completely mounted, your muscles scream from the stretch and pressure his body gives, his heavy cock still leaking violently from between your spread thighs, thrusting between them, a puddle of his pre-cum splattering down between you.

You laugh into the mats, right where you want to be as you goad him into taking all that he wants and more. “Go on then, puppy. Claim me, take me, make me yours—!”

You can’t even finish your teasing before Valko bullies himself inside you with one violent thrust. Hands dig grooves into your thighs, pawing at your ass, stomach, chest, all while pulling you backward into every powerful thrust.

Valko’s head drops with another unashamed moan, tongue lolling out to lick at your nape and spine, drooling with every tight flutter your walls squeeze around him. God, you’re gushing. He’s glued to the mess where your bodies meet, your ass bouncing with each thrust, taking him so perfectly he’s losing his mind.

“Ohhh you feel so good.” Pressing deeper, his hand snakes around to press against your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his dick as you scream into the floor. Valko groans, babbling into your ear as his hips snap faster. “I know pretty thing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He’s repeating it against your neck between licks and nibbles, still not letting up any of his force. You feel something unmistakable swell against the curves of your ass, knocking against your cunt and thick enough to hit your clit too, each slap making you sob from pleasure-pain.

“Gonna f-fuck my little mate full of my cum, then eat you out, then fuck you again—oh fuck. Love you and this perfect pussy,” Valko’s slurring his words, talkative as ever and loud enough for the entire training facility to hear him moan.

His thrusts turn deeper, unable to part with your heat, his knot grinding furiously against your clit as you feel your body begin to tremble. “She’s takin me so well, so tight. Mhmm I’ll fill her well, give her everything she wants, fuck her full-full of my knot.”

God, he needs to shut up or you’re going to cum.

“Shh,” you hush him before breaking into a moan. “Too loud, Valko. Someone could—ahh fuck—hear you!”

Oh, but he can’t! He can’t, not when he finally feels your pussy begin to cream around him with your impending orgasm, almost wet enough to take all of him and his knot! This is what you want too don’t you see? This is what his pretty little mate needs.

Valko can’t even comprehend what he’s saying anymore, just growling and moaning into your neck as he drops his arms to properly rub at your clit and tug at your sensitive nipples, biting down into the junction of your shoulder and neck as you squirt all over his thighs with a pitched scream.

“Good pup, good mate, keep cumming for me.” Valko licks at the pin-pricks of blood blooming from his bite, going right back to babbling into your ears as his thrusts turn rougher. “Ready to take me, have my knot, my cum, oooh youfeelsogood.”

In a last attempt to muffle your boyfriend's horny sobs, you squirm beneath him to grab your gym shorts and stuff Valko’s mouth with them, gagging him with the sweat-stained spandex. And he simply takes it, open mouth drooling all over your clothes as he gets drunk off the scent of your sweat and arousal stained into them.

You both gasp at the feeling of his knot finally pressing into your entrance, the swollen, heavy weight of it forcing you several more inches open before slipping back out. Again, and again.

Instinctively, you run away, like a bunny cornered by a wolf, writhing underneath him as Valko snarls, hands engulfing your hips entirely as he drags you back onto his cock, forcing you still with so little effort it's laughable. Nothing stops him from pressing in deeper and deeper, your poor cunt finally yielding to his knot, the burn making you drool into the floor as Valko moans into your makeshift gag.

It’s forever and only seconds, your orgasm-sensitive pussy drooling enough to help him slide in fully, greedily sucking up every extra inch he gives you until you both feel the pop! of his knot finally catching inside you. It presses every damn inch inside you so perfectly you cum again, wailing and trembling as your thighs begin to go limp.

No matter, Valko just holds you up anyway. It’s not like he could pull out of you now, even if he wanted to. Not until he filled you with his cum, at least.

You’re still shaking from the prolonged orgasm, and Valko lets the rest of your body fall to the floor, following you down until his body is smushed atop yours, pressing you both into a mean prone bone.

It just makes him feel bigger. Your head is spinning with all the sudden pressure, his fat tip kissing your cervix as he rocks back and forth, his knot still grinding into that squishy spot against your walls, the heat and weight of his chest pressing into your back, and of course, his muffled moans and rambles still going strong even through your panties.

“Cum, Valko.” You’re barely thinking straight either, already right at the edge again as Valko’s thrusts turn sloppy, his body shaking. “Fill me up, b-breed me. Become mine.”

He’s cumming.

Valko whimpers into your neck as his hips snap one last time into yours, grinding as you feel the warm gush of his release spurt violently inside you, filling and filling and filling you up. So much, too much. Too much that cum squirts out from even the tight plug of his knot, dripping down both of your thighs even as Valko whines at the waste.

He doesn’t seem to fully realize he’s done, still rolling his hips into yours, each one powerful enough to drag your bodies tangled along the floor.

“Nooo, Valko,” you whine, trapped under his weight and still inflated with his knot. “Valko, stop, sensitive! Too sensitive.”

Your hands helplessly shove and push backward at the enormous man lying on top of you, not even budging him as he continues to nuzzle himself into your sweat-slicked back.

Finally, you manage to yank your clothes out from his mouth, releasing him from the gag as he simply sighs in pleasure, licking and nipping at your ear before dragging his tongue in a long, messy line down your neck.

“You’re so heavy. Get. Off!” Each word is a shove, but Valko only laughs at the effort. He does take mercy on your poor abused body though, and grabbing your waist with one hand, rolls the two of you over. You now rest on his plush chest instead, both of you heaving as you lie still pumped full of his knot and cum.

“M’sorry, guest instinct just took over there, y’know? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“...You rabid dog.”

“Hehe, woof.”

[wxnheart]

yandere!messmer x reader, part deux.

Messmer, who finds your attempts to rebel and escape endearing.

Dearest mongrel, dearest consort, why can't you understand that wherever you go, he will find you? He has eyes and ears everywhere in this forsaken land. No matter how far you travel, he will find you. He will find you, and you will fall back into his embrace.

Messmer, who makes it a game of cat-and-mouse and feigns ignorance as you plot your latest escape attempt. It costs him nothing to do so, as these lands, bereft of light, provide him with more than enough to occupy his time and thoughts... when they aren't on you, of course.

Messmer, who watches you when you aren't aware, who notices the way your eyes glaze over in thought, who notices the way you take in your surroundings as if you're analyzing the quickest escape route. As if you hadn't tried that path before, as if he didn't personally go to capture you himself. And he smiles at you, so serenely. Oh, dearest one, when you learn?

Messmer, who doesn't think to punish your insolence, who finds beauty in your defiance, whose heart beats ever so strongly whenever you glare at him. And still he smiles, so serenely, as one large, bony hand cups your cheek, as clawed nails trail slowly, reverently down your skin, as he commits the slight indentations, the softness beneath his fingertips to memory, as your eyes speak frenzied death and damnation upon his soul.

Messmer, who bides his time when your plan is put into action. He feigns ignorance still, sits upon his throne, bides his time with serpentine tenacity, and aims to strike at the opportune moment.

And strike he does. Messmer figures it's been some days since you departed, and slowly, purposefully, he arises from the comfort of his stronghold, blade in hand, ready to reclaim his lost love, ready to defy his mother once again...

Dearest mongrel, dearest consort, why do you fight him still? Messmer prowls blood-soaked, ashen lands, heart beating with anticipation and want, searching, searching—oh, how he yearns to feel the heat of your defiance under him again—for that which makes him alive once more.

Messmer, who searches endlessly, who traverses the very edge of darkness to find you. And find you he does, right where he expected you to be, right where you could go no further. And he smiles at you.

Messmer, who drags you back in his serpentine grasp, strong and dreadful and dark, back to the comfort of his stronghold wreathed in fading light.

Messmer, who holds you in his embrace before the statue of his mother, his mother who bears witness to the slow death of her futile plans, who watches as her savior falls in the embrace of Messmer's flame.

Messmer, who kisses you once more, who tastes your defiance on rigid lips, whose hold whispers dark promises, whose smile makes your blood run cold and your body go limp.

And now, dearest mongrel, dearest consort, now do you truly understand the power of Messmer's embrace...

[wxnheart]

yandere!messmer x reader.

Messmer who encounters his mongrel intruder time and time again, and time and time again, they fall only to come back and challenge him. And time and time again, he finds himself fixated on you and your determination to see your journey through. The same journey put upon you by his mother. The same mother who doomed him to hell.

Messmer who figures he could kill two birds with one stone. If Marika could deny him the tranquility of life, he would deny her and her purpose the freedom that came with death. And he would do so with you by his side. And so Messmer waits for your return, his tainted love bereft of light.

Messmer who sits and contemplates your end goal. What could you possibly hope to achieve on this journey? What could you possibly hope to gain from Marika's ambitions? No matter. What you want, what you seek, the Light couldn't possibly give, but his flame would provide you with warmth.

Messmer who almost contemplates pursuing you himself rather than letting you come to him again. What an interesting turn of events. Initially, you were met with faint incredulity. Faint incredulity became annoyance, annoyance became anticipation, and anticipation became impatience for who else could fall and rise back up again to challenge him but his determined love? He loves and hates you for it.

Messmer who begins to obsessively track your whereabouts from the comfort of his hold. He has eyes and ears everywhere in this shadowed land. Nothing goes unnoticed under his watch. Messmer who feels this... exhilaration when he learns you're near. And so he prepares to strike.

Messmer who's never fully embraced the excitement of battle until now as his plan comes to fruition. Messmer whose strikes are hard-hitting, his evades frustrating, and his anger and desire clear for all to see. Except, perhaps, for you.

Messmer who defeats you yet again, but instead of dealing the finishing blow, long fingers grab your chin and—wait, he's kissing you. Messmer who tightens his grip as you try to pull away. It's firm, overwhelming, and harsh.

Messmer whose smile is small and serene compared to your confused countenance, singular eye glowing ominously in the half-lit room. Messmer whose smile remains intact even as you question and try to pull away. Messmer who simply murmurs, "My consort..." and your blood runs cold.

Messmer, he who was denied peace, finds his own, and it comes at your expense. If he could not be free of the abyss, you cannot run toward the light. All is as it should be: his mother's dream and your ambition reduced to ashes by his flame. And peace comes at last.

[sandmandaddy69]

[get-thee-to-a-shrubbery]

[ferret-on-pancakes]

[its-your-mind]

[miteistic]

[nick-nonya]

[cleanedupcorporationprogress]

[boothyghost]

[all-save-challenge]

I love this post especially the rat part

going on me feed

[trolleybusaberrations]

what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post

[bingle-official]

[primordialsoupvendor]

[shower-thoughts-last-responder]

[cthoseris]

[solfedge-mi-official]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame @hellsitegenetics @bettinalevyisdetermined @cobblecatyt @l0stn3v3rf0und

su mer lovin’ “scream at own ass”

@vocabulary-altering-posts

[hyliaphora-cecropia]

worst part of using discord with a lot of fun custom emotes is that they become an instinctual part of your texting vernacular. what do you mean i can't just drop an :ashbaby: or :bergentruck: wherever i choose. these glyphs are central to my twisted version of the written english language; communicating without them is like casting a yet-fledged angel from the heavenly balusters and commanding it to soar

[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[goldensunset]

can you reblog a two-part post in the correct order?

[thedman0310]

[ghost--bot]

[thestuffedalligator]

My roommates got married last week and said today that they’re planning on moving to somewhere else in the city, and asked me to move with them when they do.

Which I appreciate so much, they’re both fantastic roommates and I really don’t want to try and find another place on my own, but also. Jesus Christ what a look. “Hiii we’re the Thompsons, we just moved in down the street, that’s my husband and that’s the ghoul who used to live in our basement”

[nuselithewormlizard]

invaluable addition

[depsidase]

[kissandtellus]

Baby Fever: Caleb LADS

Synopsis: Caleb sees you holding a baby and suddenly realizes how much he NEEDS to see a mini-you.

Warnings: Breeding, Baby Fever, Mentions of Pregnancy, Public Smex, Use of ‘Gege’, Size Difference, Sort of Dub-con for half a second.

Caleb always knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. That was a given. But the thought of kids didn’t really fancy him that much, after all, he was so selfish.

Wanting you all to himself at all times.

But today, something had snapped. It was all because of the Farspace Fleet Annual Dinner. He had brought you in like a pretty thing on his arm. Families young and old from his subordinates had gathered in the ballroom.

He had went to fetch you drinks and when he returned, you had a gurgling little boy in your arms. All wide-eyed and chubby fingers grasping at strands of your hair.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the evening. “Caleb, are you alright?” You whisper to him as you find your seat at the table.

He clears his throat and tries to force a reassuring smile. “Yeah Pips, of course.”

He was absolutely NOT fine.

You had just meant to grab your jackets from the coat closet before leaving. But somehow that resulted in it being locked behind you with Caleb so fucking deep in your guts you couldn’t breathe.

He hadn’t even bothered to pull the pants of his uniform down all the way. He tucked the band of his boxers right under his tight balls, slipped your panties to the side and fucked you in the extremely small closet.

“C-Cal-mmhh! F-fuck!” You gasped into his ear. The little prep work he had done made the stretch burn so much more deliciously. His Colonel Cap slipped down to shadow his eyes as he growled against your pulse point.

“Oh no Pipsqueak. You knew exactlyyyy what you were doin’. Holding that baby, bein’ all fuckin’-ngh-motherly.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was pulverizing your guts or from his words. “I just-b-baby was cute. Ah…~”

Your words cut off by his thumb rubbing tight circles around your sticky little clit. He chuckled in your ear, palm pressed firmly against your tummy where he was so deeeep inside of you.

“Uh huh, sure. Doesn’t matter,” his teeth are nipping at your throat as his shoulders knock dozens of coats into the floor. “-our baby is gonna be 10 times cuter.”

Your hands scramble to find any purchase on his shoulders. His breath is hot and heavy against the crook of your shoulder. “S’-too much Caleb! I-I can’t-not on the pill!” You try and muffle your moan against his uniform.

Caleb just chuckles at that, his swollen cock-head leaving wet kisses against your cervix. “S’ like you wanted me to leave a baby in here Pips. All swollen, achin’ for me huh?”

His thrust grow erratic, your cries building to a crescendo in the Ballroom coat closet. “Caleb I’m gonna-…out! Ngh, pull out!” It’s a half-hearted request really. You KNEW Caleb would be a good dad, would take care of you and a little one with no problem. Caleb clicked his tongue disapprovingly and simply pressed your face against the wall, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Even though he could’ve easily lifted you with his Evol, it was strong, battle worn arms that held you up so your cute kitten heels were dangling helplessly. He used you like that dumbass pocket-pussy he bought back in his academy days.

Your cunt kinda sounded like it too. All gooey n’ wet n’ all fucked out.

“Yeah, yeah tell me again you don’t want my kid in your belly. Go on Pips. Tell me to stop, and I will.” He’s slamming you up and down his cock to the point you can’t even see straight.

“I-I want it!” You finally admit, walls clenching around his length like it was trying to milk him dry. “Want your babies, w-want you to fill me up-ahhh!”

The little bit of restraint Caleb had, shattered. He’s murmuring absolute filth into your ear as he feels you cum around his throbbing cock.

“Yeahhh, that’s it Pips. Gonna carry Gege’s baby? Gonna have ya all round n’ full of me. Gonna feel soooo nice and tight around me after I pump ya full of my kid. F-fuck I love ya-ngh!” He buries his face into your neck with sloppy kisses as his swollen balls tense up and pump load after load into your quivering pussy.

You don’t trust yourself to walk, and neither does Caleb when your feet touch the ground again. He’s giving you smooch after smooch as he pulls back up your panties, but not before giving your sloppy pussy a few pats for a job well-done over soaked panties.

But damn, poor Gideon only wanted his suit jacket and got free trauma for life!

[yaldabaothadeez]

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,

As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

[wintersoldierfell]

Quoth the walrus, "Are you sure?"

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

had to draw it

[lalunebat]

Thinking about Sylus again because of course I am.

“I’m not tired,” you protest, making Sylus chuckle as he carries you down the hallway.

You’d been relaxing together, watching a film when you started to feel a little sleepy, putting it down to the cosy atmosphere.

The second your head rested against his arm, Sylus knew you were on the verge.

He lays you down on his bed and you instantly melt into it, eyes closing while you drift off to sleep.

Sylus loves that the pretence of using the guest room is gone, that you’ll spend your nights here in his bed where he can hold you close.

[sweetcalebb]

multiple rounds with sylus <3

—

"Still can't get enough..." Sylus breathes out, his lips curling into a shaky smile. "You... you're insatiable, kitten."

You only whine in response, your hands digging into his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock for the fourth time. "Just–just one more."

Sylus chuckles, his hands shaking at your hips. Too subtle for you to notice. "Oh? Just— Just one more?" he teases.

Your legs tremble as you lift yourself, then sink back down. "Please."

Sweat clings to your aching muscles, lips parted on filthy moans, your body giving a needy twitch every time he hits that spongey spot inside you.

Sylus's breath stutters when your walls squeeze him tight, the feeling making stars burst behind his eyelids. "Whatever you–hhn—you want, Sweetie," he pants, his fingers flexing against the plush of your hips.

He can feel the little tremble beneath his palms, can hear the strangled little moans that punch out of your chest every time you bounce on his cock, can see the slick building up where you two are joined.

It's filthy.

And yet he's never been more impressed.

"Such a spoiled little thing, hm?" Sylus purrs, eyes half-lidded and glossy, watching the way your tits bounce on every desperate thrust.

You only nod as you drag your cunt along his cock, his cum leaking out with an obscene squelch.

His eyes trail down, his cock twitching at the sight of your body swallowing him whole. "Look at you," he shudders, his fingers digging into your skin, "milking me dry."

"So close," you pant out, your body shaking with effort.

"Take what you want," he manages, his hips sloppily rolling up to meet your downward thrusts as he finds a final surge of energy. "Take it, Sweetie. Fuck, I'm all yours."

He feels you clench at that, heat pooling low in his gut.

"Squeezing me so perfectly," he rasps, caught off guard by another desperate flutter.

"Sy..!"

"Just like that." Sylus grips you tighter, guiding you on his cock when you start to lose your rhythm. "There you go."

He's doing all the work now. Dragging you over his cock again and again because your shaky limbs can't handle it anymore. Every thrust is pure bliss—stars burst behind your eyelids, toes curling, body shaking.

"One more," Sylus rasps, his own body starting to give way to exhaustion. "You're so close, Sweetie. So—"

A guttural groan punches past his lips when he feels the first desperate clench of your orgasm. "Sweetie, that... I'm—" Sylus's fingers dig into your skin as he spills himself in your hot cunt.

You follow seconds after, your body going limp against his. For a second, neither of you move.

But eventually, Sylus lets out a weak chuckle, letting his hand sprawl across your back as he buries himself in your neck. "You... never cease to amaze me."

"Mm..." you hum back, nuzzling into his sweat-slick chest.

He chuckles again, louder this time. "Are you finally spent?"

"Mm."

With his other hand, he rubs your head softly. "I'm glad I could be of service."

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a/n: idk? i'm horny for sylus rn and wanted to write something quick for him.

[plutotheplum]

ᡣ𐭩 sylus | kisses ᡣ𐭩

cw: husband!sylus, whole lotta kissing, p in v

sylus loves to kiss you. 

so much so that it’s become second nature now. you can’t go anywhere, not without him pressing a heated kiss against your lips, stealing every bit of your breath until you pull away dazed and unsteady.

sylus enjoys it, obviously. 

he likes seeing the way your eyes unfocus, as though a spell has been cast upon you, his affection misted thoroughly over your unsuspecting form. the kisses do what they need to – enrapture you wholly – and sylus knows they’ve worked when he gazes upon the flush that settles in your cheeks, and the uneven rise and fall of your chest.

it’s all the better when you don’t leave. he doesn’t understand why you want to, doesn’t understand the need to put your life at risk when he can provide everything you could possibly want from his sprawling empire in the n109 zone. you belong at his side. 

it’s why sylus put that pretty ring on your finger in the first place. well that, and the fact that he’s maddeningly in love with you. 

but marriage doesn’t seem to deter you, and he can’t seem to blame you. watching his sweet, little wife climb the ranks of the hunter’s association was something that he was proud of, even if it did make him fret with worry every time you disappeared off on some audacious mission to retrieve a protocore. 

in the end, sylus decides to turn to something a little more… simple. it starts off innocent enough, a soft kiss to the cheek, a fleeting brush of his lips against your forehead before you leave. 

a few weeks of experimentation later, and he finds that one wilful kiss does the trick - tender enough to convey his adoration, but heated enough to leave you wanting more. 

later, sylus finds that it works a little too well.

he’s huffing out a laugh against your lips, hands squeezing at your waist and hips whilst you paw at his chest like an unruly kitten, hissing and spitting until he gives you what you want. panties pulled to the side, his cock stuffed deep inside of you, fingers laced together so tightly that the bands of your wedding rings slip against each other, digging into your skin.

but in the end, you still leave. skirt pulled down, a fresh pair of panties pulled on and you’re breezing out the door like you didn’t just milk his cock dry. 

so sylus doubles his efforts. he kisses you when you aren’t expecting it, lithe fingers splaying over your cheek and jaw, caressing and stroking, tilting your head until his lips are slotting over yours.

it doesn’t matter what time it is, where you are, whether anyone’s watching – sylus is kissing you. he muffles your shy protests, cradling the back of your head until you melt against him, going lax in his arms.

despite it all, he likes the privacy of kissing you at home. you’re brattier this way, mouthing off to him when no one’s watching and it makes him so painfully hard, a feral smile spreading across his lips until he shuts your bold taunts up with his mouth. you end up in his lap more often than not, sylus’ breathy whispers coaxing you to unwind.

“is this how you wanted me to shut you up, hm?... such a bratty baby… my sweet, eager wife… my good girl… stay with me, sweetness… that’s it, kiss me, my love…”

time passes easily like this, you on his lap, squirming and panting into his mouth while you share languid kisses, tongues tangling and lips working against each other. and then there’s spit dripping from the corners of your mouths and he’s catching it, feeding it to you with his thumb, eyes fluttering shut when you suck on his thumb obediently.

sylus could spend hours, even days having you like this.

better than sex, sylus thinks belatedly, feeling your teeth scrape against his lips, your fingers tugging at his snowy hair. there’s an intense intimacy to it all, one that threatens to consume you both; greedy, desperate touches flitting across one another’s body. 

he cums untouched when you suck on his tongue with an incomparable sensualness, his low groan swallowed up by your eager mouth, cock throbbing in his boxers, thick cum staining the fabric. sylus is at your mercy when it catches your attention, hissing when you ghost your fingers over the sensitive head of his cock. 

it slips into both of your daily routines easily. 

timed carved out to kiss your husband, to have his hands all over you. sylus can’t say he minds – he’s giddy, in fact. how could he be anything but? 

he knows all your little tricks now, the way you worm your way into his lap under the pretense of wanting to be close while he works, only to distract him with fleeting kisses to his cheek until he caves and grips your chin, returning your neediness with sloppy kisses of his own. 

and sylus is no better, taking quiet steps towards you while you cook, pressing up against you from behind, his hand sliding up the length of your neck, tipping your head back to kiss you messily, whatever was simmering on the stove forgotten. 

then it bleeds into combat. adrenaline pumping in your veins after clearing a group of wanderers, sylus’ evol swirling around you, pinning you against the nearest surface before he stalks towards you, devouring your mouth like a man-starved. 

nothing makes him harder than seeing his pretty wife handle a gun. 

you find yourself in his bed soon after, silk sheets slipping across your body, energy thrumming through every part of you as his evol resonates with yours, cock buried deep inside of you. 

“you did well today,” he breathes out, groaning when he feels you clench around him, drawing his hips back and thrusting them back in to draw a squeal out of you. “so, so well, sweetness.”

you crumble under the praise, legs wrapping around his waist tightly, unwilling to let him go.

“i– i always do well,” you manage out, snark coloring your tone.

sylus grins against your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin in warning. “i thought you were happy i was there… helping you.”

a whine escapes you. the slam of his hips isn’t hard enough, and there’s only one way to get what you want.

“i didn’t need your help, sylus.”

sylus pauses, drawing back and you groan at the loss of his cock, cheek squishing into the pillows until his hand is shooting out, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“is that so, my love?” his voice is soft, dangerous.

you steel yourself, pouting a little. “yes.”

and sylus gives you everything.

his cock is sinking into you, pounding into you viciously until you’re crying out and screaming his name, nails clawing down in his back in the way he likes, marking him as yours.

“my stubborn, darling wife,” he snarls into your ear, voice rough with annoyance and lingering affection, his hands squeezing at your hips, before curling around your thighs, hiking them up higher. “i didn’t realize i was so… unwanted.”

you babble out an incoherent noise, writhing under him as sylus gives you exactly what you need, what you’ve both been craving and it feels so good. his fingers join the fray, rubbing at your swollen clit feverishly until you’re trying to yank him down, mumbling unintelligibly.

“what was that?” he muses against your lips, head dipping down just enough for you to crane your neck to kiss him, lips meeting briefly before he pulls away, grinning. “after such harsh words, you’ll have to beg, sweetness.”

“kiss,” you manage out, voice hoarse, whimpering when his teeth scrape against your breast as it moves at the force of his thrusts. “kiss me, sylus! ah– please?”

and sylus can’t find it in himself to deny you, not when he’s the one that’s done this to you, lips capturing yours, grinding his cock into you, inch after inch. it’s terribly messy, spit and tears and cum as he kisses you, a hand slipping under your head to tilt your head closer.

you mewl against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck, back arching as his cock drives into you one last time before you cum, shuddering and shaking while he shushes your cries, kisses softening, his nose nudging against yours gently. there’s cum spilling into you, hot and thick, sylus’ body slumping over yours, his hard planes of muscle enough to make you feel hot all over again.

a hazy smile settles on your face when he strokes your hair, melting under his touch as you curl into him when he rolls off of you, tugging you into his chest.

when you yawn contentedly, sylus brushes a kiss to your forehead, his fingers tapping against your chin to draw you out of your hiding place, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss.

“mmm,” you hum against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck lazily. “you’re so good to me, sylus.” you lean closer, voice dipping into a soft tease. “i love my husband.”

sylus kisses you again, his fingers tangled in your hair. “and i love my wife,” he muses, nosing into your cheek, “even if she says she doesn’t need my help.”

“you know why i said that,” you shoot back, finger dragging down his chest. “makes you all frazzled.”

“brat,” sylus clicks his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily when your nails scratch across his lower abdomen. “insatiable,” he breathes out, feeling your hand drift even lower, “you are insatiable, sweetie.”

“and whose fault is that?” you whisper, teeth catching his lower lip, tugging it playfully.

his cock is hardening again in your hand.

“you’re right,” he murmurs, his hand curling over yours, guiding your pace, “i encourage you too much.”

you smile, lips drifting to kiss his pec. his thumb presses into your mouth, and your lips part when his thumb hooks over your teeth, prying your mouth open before his lips are slotting over yours.

he’s grasping your thigh, guiding it over his hip whilst you stroke his cock before letting it sink back inside your pussy once more with a ragged gasp.

sylus watches you with half-lidded eyes as his hips roll into you lazily, fucking you slow and deep, working every inch of his cock into you. you look beautiful like this, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, wrapped up in his arms in the warm lighting of your shared bedroom.

he can feel the cool band of your wedding ring against his chest, right above where his heart beats erratically.

kissing you might be second-nature, but loving you?

loving you is written in his soul.