Kal's Korner

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ SYNOPSIS once in a while, your dear boyfriend goes through an intensive rut— all of a sudden you are the only cure to the pain he’s feeling!

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ GENRE smut, porn with little plot ‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ INCLUDES Valko

‧˚꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | pwlp | hybrid AU | wolf hybrid | feral Valko | mating press | piv | implied creampies | dirty talk | unprotected sex | breeding | mention of blood 

At the start of the month it was almost completely unnoticeable, subtle. . but that sweet and slightly frustrating heat in his lower stomach was only intensifying by every passing day. Valko’s already sensitive senses were heightened even further than before; the sweet and addictive scent of your pheromones, the gentle touch of you when you lightly caressed his arms, and even the mere split second where he sees you has become far too dangerously intoxicating. Here you are, peacefully relaxing into his side while scrolling on your phone— and yet, he’s salivating like a feral dog, burying his face deeper into your hair to greedily inhale and exhale your suffocating scent, eyes blown wide with hunger and lust. . hunger to completely eat you up.

one thing about dex is that he always needs to be touching you in some way, he's big on skin-on-skin contact.

it could be him rubbing circles on your thigh when he's sitting next to you, holding your hand when you're cooking, or just coming home from work and collapsing on top of you.

feeling your soft skin under his calloused fingertips is one of the few things that calms him down, he's not sure how simply touching you can ground him so much, but it does.

there are times when it can be overwhelming, like when you're sleeping and hes just always cuddled up to you. you could be heating up and scooting away from him because he runs like a furnace, and he would chase you to the end of the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. feeling you shifting away from him during the night hurts his feelings too, he thinks maybe you don't want him touching you because you're losing feelings, when in reality he's literally making you sweat :(

this also goes for sex. he hates doggy because it's not enough contact for him, he prefers prone bone over that, but missionary is his favorite because he can hold your hands and keep eye contact with you when he fucks into you

he's also very big on sleeping naked!! he lovesss having no boundaries between the two of you, it makes him feel so safe when you hold him completely bare, him pressed up against your tits while your heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

he doesn't care if you're out in public either. he'll twirl your hair around his finger, keep a hand in your back pocket, or just crowd up against you so you have to be touching him. he doesn't care about the stares he gets, he worked so hard to be with you, so why would he shy away from PDA?

but if you don't like excessive touching, he won't push it. he's too afraid of you leaving him, so he'll do anything you ask in order to keep the relationship, even if it makes him sad!

CW. daddy kink, piv

i think caleb’s a sadist but not in the traditional way of inflicting physical pain—instead he likes embarrassing you. after years together he knows the little things that makes your palms clammy and heart race.

he notices every single reaction you have, like the gasps you let out when he comes up behind you to help grab a dish from a top shelf. its not just his length pressing into the curve of your ass that has you nervous, but also the fact his 6’2 frame engulfs you. you’re completely vulnerable around him, he can do and say anything and you’d have to take it—what other choice did you have?

there’s no running from the colonel.

right now was no different. caleb had you squished underneath him, your back rubbing against his chest every time he harshly thrusted into you. the wet sound of his skin slapping yours sounded through the room, lewd noises making you whine every time he bottomed out inside you.

he licked up the length of your neck, chuckling at the way your walls tightly squeezed around his length.

“f-feels…ngh really good” you moaned, earning a particularly hard slam of his pelvis against your ass, his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust.

“oh yeah? does it f-feel so good, baby?” he mocked, voice pitching up in tone when he mimicked your voice. you nodded furiously as he continued to fuck his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt. “cmon, tell me again. ya gonna cum for me? gonna cum on daddy’s big dick?”

you whined at the title he used for himself, insisting you call him it any time the two of you were alone. “yes daddy, please ‘m g-gonna…”

your voice trailed off as you felt pleasure building up in your stomach, heart racing as your high approached. just as you felt the initial shocks of your climax start to wash over you, caleb pulled himself completely away from you, flipping you onto your back and pinning your arms down on either side of you.

caleb clicked his tongue as your thighs squeezed together in search of stimulation, using his knees to keep your legs open for him. “didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

his eyes crinkled with laughter as tears streaked down your cheeks, a pout unconsciously forming on your lips. he cooed at the sight, immediately copying your action and watching the way your already reddened cheeks flushed even deeper. “aw, cmon baby don’t cry…y’know what to say if you want it”

you hesitantly nodded before just barely composing yourself, trying to work up the courage to say the words he was waiting for. “c-cay…daddy, please let me cum? wan’ you to fill me up while i cum for you”

a mean grin spread over caleb’s face, his lips pressing almost violently against yours while he lined his length up to your entrance. “wasn’t so hard, was it? now let daddy feel this pretty pussy cum, yeah?” he emphasized the title just as he pressed himself into you once more, resuming his previous pace with renewed vigour.

he brought his hands to the backs of your thighs, pressing them against your front to get more leverage to thrust into you. the new position had his happy trail grinding against your clit, immediately bringing you back to the peak of your climax.

your walls clamped around his length without warning, triggering both of your highs. caleb’s hips stuttered against yours as he continued to move in tandem with your body, a groan sounding from his throat before he collapsed onto you.

the sound of heavy breathing replaced your intense noises of pleasure as you both came down.

Dex has been yearning and pining for you from the moment his eyes landed on you.

He has everything planned. A wedding in your favourite season. A house similar to the one on your Pinterest board. He planned how he would propose. He looked at rings. He spent nights tracing your fingers to memorize your ring size. He imagined you in a wedding dress.

Do you like bigger dresses? Or would you wear a simple one? How would you do your hair? Down or a bun? 

No makeup makeup or obvious makeup?

Lashes or no?

He never truly cared about this stuff until he met you. Never knew much about it. But for you? He does care.

Dex is the embodiment of ‘plotting’.

He will never tell you, scared he was and still is with you.

That was until he was grabbing you some clothes from your drawer and found a journal dedicated to him, you too have been manifesting him.

This brought a grin to dex’s face because that meant that maybe, just maybe you were as obsessed as he is.

He never thought someone would love him. Not like how you do, at least. He thought he would live in a loop everyday. Reliving the same day, no fun, no love, just existing.

When you told Dex about your account, he pretended to be impressed. The truth is, he watched every video in one night.

The ‘accident’ happened in your first ever video together.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You remind him, this was your hard launch video. Your followers suspected there may be a man in your life from how you’ve been acting lately, and they’re right.

“I want to. I want everyone to know you're my girlfriend.” ‘Mine’ is what he wants to say.

“Okay then” you cleared your throat before starting.

“Fine you guys were right. I am in love,” You whine sarcastically. “Everyone, meet my husband.” The word flowed out of your mouth so naturally you didn’t realize it.

Dex froze in place, his heart beating too fast he might drop dead. He knew it would feel good being called your husband. But he didn’t know it would be this good.

“hi.” He gives the camera a short wave and a smile.

“Treat him well guys.” You wink at the camera before finishing the video.

It wasn’t until you were editing the video you realized what you said. “Oh my god.” You threw your phone away, embarrassment taking over you.

“What’s wrong?” Dex’s head pops in.

“I am so sorry I called you my husband.” You put your hands together, as if seeking forgiveness.

“Do you..regret it?” he asks, and to be honest, he doesn’t want to know. He is scared of what you might say.

“Is it weird if I said no?” You look at him, doe-eyed.

“No, not at all. I liked it, too.” Dex smiles to reassure you.

You smile back.

Frankcas: fym husband??

⤷bendex: A husband is a male partner in a marriage or marital relationship.

⤷frankcas: mf i know what a husband is

⤷bendex: then why the fuck are you acting like you dont

Richard: noooo my girl😭😭💔

⤷bendex: you’re 16, Dick.

Maggot: are u sure this the one queen??

⤷bendex: she already bought me a cage. There’s no going back.

Witchy: hes funny you can keep him😭

⤷bendex: right because she was waiting for your permision.

Valko's archive:

dex needs matts radar hearing, desperate to know what the girl behind the locked doors does when she’s alone.

warnings?: stalking/ hint of voyeurism, legal age gap, privacy violations, self pleasure (reader), ddba dex and matt, matt lowk gets turned on??.

the neon sign across the street cast long, jagged shadows through the blinds of your third-floor apartment.

dex stared at those blinds from the roof of the adjacent building, his jaw tight, a stray coin flipping flawlessly across his knuckles over and over.

flip. catch. flip. catch.

he was losing his mind.

you didn’t know he was bullseye. you didn’t know the soft-spoken, slightly awkward older man you chatted with at the diner was capable of turning a toothpick into a lethal weapon.

you just thought he was... nice. and he thought you were perfect. gorgeous, funny, and smart. too smart.

your apartment was a fortress: heavy-duty deadbolts, reinforced window tracks, and those damn blinds that were always drawn tight. you varied your routine from habit, all those crime cases and survival tips catching up to you.

dex was desperate. he needed to know your patterns, your thoughts, if you talked about him when you were alone, if he had made any impression on you at all.

he officially hit rock bottom, because he had just dragged hell’s kitchen’s resident devil into his obsession.

———————————————————————————

the rusted metal of the fire escape creaked softly as matt settled onto the landing, his crimson suit shadowed by the night. he tilted his head, his sightless eyes fixed toward the brick wall opposite them.

“i shouldn't be doing this, poindexter,” matt murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “this crosses so many lines. it’s stalking.”

“you want the ledger on fisk’s associates in queens or not, murdock?” dex’s voice was completely devoid of warmth. sharp, transactional, and tight with a manic, brittle edge. he didn't look at matt. his eyes never left your window. “don’t need your legal counsel. i need your ears. turn them on, or the ledger goes in the incinerator.”

matt’s jaw clenched, the muscles working tightly in his cheek. he despised the compromise, but the intel would take down a dozen of fisk’s lingering foot soldiers. with a sharp, hostile exhale, matt turned his head toward the third-floor unit, filtering out the city's noise.

the first night was a fail, “she's cutting vegetables,” matt reported dryly. dex stood behind matt, vigilant and so so desperate. his posture was stoic but the visible need in his eyes said everything. “the television is on, some sitcom”.

matt grunted out “she’s asleep.” and left dex standing there.

night two was even more a fail when you made last minute plans to stay over at a friends house for the weekend.

then started the new week, new possibilities. dex was adamant to find out something, anything. and matt was adamant to block dex’s contact number.

“she’s reading. her heart rate is steady. boring, dex.”

dex’s frustration was a physical weight, his breathing turning shallow as he paced.

spending hours on end together, matt and dex began to form some sort of relation. a slip of the tongue here and there and matt began to find out snippets about you. it was weird to see dex so serious about something.

on the sixth night, the air was thick, heavy with the promise of summer rain. dex was practically vibrating with excitement.

dex entered your diner as usual, and you were so so sweet to him. milkshake on the house, a soft pat on his bicep, and a sweet smile when he rose from his seat to leave.

———————————————————————————

dex and matt had been sitting motionless, just an awkward exchange of words and a few coughs.

matt’s posture stiffened, his jaw tightened, and his head tilted just a fraction of an inch closer to the window.

inside the apartment, the rustle of sheets echoed in matt's ears like thunder. then came a shift in your breathing. shallow, hitched, a sudden spike in your heart rate that wasn't born of fear but pleasure.

thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.

it was accelerating.

matt swallowed hard, his own throat suddenly dry. he could hear skin against skin, the soft friction of silk pajamas shifting. slow, breathless gasp escaped your lips, vibrating through the brick walls and straight into matt’s heightened senses.

“what?" dex asked.

matt didn't answer right away. he couldn't. his own heart gave an involuntary thud. through the walls, you voice came in a trembling, ragged whisper, a quiet plea into the empty bedroom.

“...dex...mmh, dex...”

matt’s breath hitched. the intimacy of it, the raw vulnerability of her whimpers flooding his ears, sent a sudden, unexpected spike of heat straight down his spine. he shifted uncomfortably in his suit, caught off guard by the visceral reaction of his own body to your private ecstasy.

“murdock, talk to me.” dex hissed, stepping closer, frantic.

matt cleared his throat, pulling himself back from the edge of her bedroom with an immense effort of will. he turned his head toward dex, a tight, slightly strained smirk touching his lips.

matt managed, his voice a little rougher than usual. “she's in bed. and she's…visualising.”

dex blinked, his manic energy freezing. “visualizing what?”

“you, poindexter,” matt said, clapping a hand onto dex’s shoulder. the visual of the terrifying bullseye being reduced to a pining schoolboy over a girl who was currently reaching ecstasy with his name on her tongue was both hilarious and intensely awkward.

“she just whispered your name. loud and clear. you're all she's thinking about,”

dex’s eyes widened, a slow, absolutely radiant grin breaking across his face. the tension evaporated from his spine, replaced by a surge of pure, ecstatic triumph.

“repeatedly,” matt muttered, giving dex a firm, slightly heavy pat on the back as he stepped past him toward the edge of the roof, eager to escape. "you’re good to go, poindexter. i’m leaving. lose my number.”

with a swift movement, the devil of hell's kitchen dropped into the shadows of the alley below, leaving dex alone on the fire escape, smiling like a lunatic into the night.

fbi!dex blabbering small thank you's and incoherent hiccuped praises as you ride him, tits bouncing in his face and small breathless moans falling from your lips.

he's totally at your mercy like this, doing everything you tell him to. his tongue is already swirling around the sensitive bud of your nipple when you push one breast up to his mouth, he's snaking his hand down between the two of you to rub at your puffy clit when you ask him to, anything you want. "s'pretty" he mumbles in that lovesick tone, voice muffled around your tit, never daring to look away from the fucked-out expression on your face. "so so pretty..." he can't shut up when you're touching him like this, soft grazes of your fingers on his skin as you bounce on his cock, holding him like he's something precious.

"love you..." he breathes out, shaking his head and letting it fall against your chest. you don't miss the feeling of tears falling down your skin where his face is, he's just so overwhelmed with love, he can't help but cry! he just feels it even more when you coo at him and kiss his tears away, telling him how good he feels, that he's your perfect boy. he only likes feeling vulnerable like this if it's with you. <3

One moment you were flooring it down the streets of the N109 Zone in one of Sylus’ many vintage cars. The next, every item on his mahogany desk was strewn across the floor. Your back — bare and prickling from the chill — pressed into the smooth surface.

Only your black polished leather heals remained on your body. The red bottoms faced the ceiling, slung over the broad expanse of Sylus’ shoulders and trembling with every devastating blow of his hips.

They sat upon his shoulders as if they belonged there, as if they were always meant to remain right there. Sylus surely seemed to think so, with the iron clad grip he had on your claves. Pressing his body weight further down into your own, listening to the satisfying creak of sturdy wood as he pounds you into its surface.

“S-s-Sylus!” He’s fucking you beyond dumb, your jaw so slack that you’d feel some level of embarrassment if you harbored any sense of shame around him. “You looked too perfect tonight.” Though, you couldn’t help but believe there was more of a motive behind this animalistic hunger. “Too many eyes were on you.”

He hits deep, driving that little bit of information home as stars explode through your vision. You barely register the pain of your head knocking against the desk. A garbled cry of his name leaving your lips as your nails dig into his skin, wherever you’re capable of reaching.

You’re so close to cumming, the wet slapping emitting between your bodies is more than enough to signify it. “Don’t even h-have to try to make me jealous, hmm?” He shifts, putting a knee up on the desk for better leverage to nearly fold you in half. “Just gotta look as beautiful as you a-always do… someone will look… their desires are so loud…”

You don’t restrain yourself as a harsh slap lands on your ass, nearly screaming as your entire body throbs with the need for release. Jealousy pushed him to this point and you didn’t even have to do anything… how cute. “S-Sy m’gonna…”

The desk is physically rocking with the force of his hips, and you barely have the strength to worry about it collapsing beneath you. All you can focus on is the never ending drag of his cock between your slick walls. The toe curling pleasure you desperately want to last forever, teetering right on the brink of euphoria.

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

“Hey baby?” You call for Dex, a box sits on the table in front of you as you bite your lip waiting for him.

“I’m here.”

“I got this new perfume and I really want your opinion.” You say opening the box.

He pulls a chair and sits patiently. Just staring at the edge of the table.

You hold the perfume delicately before applying it on your wrist. “Smell this.”

Dex grabs your wrist, bringing it to his nose. He takes a small sniff. And then another one. Then a longer one. 

“You smell really fucking good.”

“Really?” You snatch your hand from him, now applying on your neck.

“Really.” Dex stands suddenly, holding your wrist.

His nose crashes into your neck as he keeps smelling. “Why is it this good?”

“It’s new.” Dex brushes his nose against a ticklish spot making you giggle.

“That’s enough, Benny."

“No, it’s not.” His voice is muffled, now pressing kisses on you.

In a swift motion, he carries you with your thighs around his waist to the bedroom.

“Dex, the video!”

“Fuck the video.”

Frankcas: i dont need a perfume to sniff you

⤷bendex: you will not be able to cause i’m gonna break your fucking nose.

Multifandombitch: folded under 0 pressure…

⤷bendex: fuck you mean 0 pressure??that’s my fucking wife.

Viamars: who topped this time🫩

⤷bendex: not telling but my wrists are burning.

The baddest(pronounced tia): how do you keep him in check queen

⤷bendex: she beats me.

Mirrormirror: 'fuck the video' oooo i see you mr yn

⤷bendex: no, you don't. But I definitely can see you.

Karenp: he's so easy

⤷bendex: now who the fuck got you tiktok

⤷karenp: frank

CW: rough sex, unprotected sex, light edging, use of toys (dildo), use of pet name slut, jealousy and possession

omg hi. its been a while. happy late birthday caleb and i hope everyone enjoy this. i forgot how to write.

It's quiet in your bedroom, a candle flickering against the wall, a seductive addition to the slick, wet noise of the silicone moving in and out of you.

The toy you had bought last week was an impulsive purchase, something to ease the ache your poor pussy felt after weeks of Caleb being gone. A secret thrill runs through you every time you use it—it's a poor substitute, but a substitute nonetheless.