Not only a lunatic, a homosexual lunatic as well.

♱⋅── 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

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.

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.

su mer lovin’ “scream at own ass”

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!

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

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

“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.

—

"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.

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?