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NSFW - Cuddling with Valko ends up with him eating you out
You were at home, taking care of some plants, when you heard the front door clicking open. Excited at your lover's return, you put the watering can down and trotted over to the entrance.
He was already walking your way with his arms open, happiness reflected in both his smile and his tail wagging behind him. You jumped into his arms and he crushed you against him, burying his face in your neck.
"Welcome home, Val!" You said, nuzzling him.
"Mmm... Happy to be back. I missed you." He smiled wider, inhaling your scent deeply. "I need a bit of a recharge from my favorite girl. Mind if we cuddle on the couch?"
"I'd love that."
He pulls back to give you a kiss with a swipe of his tongue, and carries you to the couch. He lets his body drop onto it, welcoming the press of your body that follows.
Arms around your waist, he repositions you both so you're laying comfortably, his face buried in your neck again. You run your fingers through his short hair.
As his hands massage up and down your back, he tilts his head to deliver tiny nips to the skin closest to his mouth.
"Hey... You just said cuddle." You protest jokingly.
"I can't help myself, you smell too good, it makes me want to bite." His voice rumbles against your throat. "Just a little nibble... Please..."
His sharp fangs now pinch earnestly at your skin, soothed moments later by his tongue.
"Valko..." You chide him, despite exposing more to him. "Last time, I looked like I had brushed a cactus all over my neck"
He laughs heartily, stopping for a moment just to bask in the silly statement.
"Sorry. It's just that, when I bite you, it makes your heart beat faster," he switches to a whisper, "and it makes your blood pump faster, making your scent stronger."
As if to highlight his point, he nuzzles you again. You can't help but giggle, his hair tickling you.
"Is my smell really that good for you?" You ask.
You have knowledge from fanfics and that kinda stuff, but since you're dating an actual wolf guy, you don't want to assume.
"That good for me?" He repeats, pulling back to look at you with disbelief. "Doll, I could cum from your scent alone." He says with a neutral expression, though it's hard to take him seriously.
Your eyes widen. You blink once, twice, and then you burst out laughing. "What?"
"For real?" Your laughter turns to curiosity.
"What?" He laughs alongside you. "I mean it!"
A/N: Ermmm.... No questions nor statements, your honor.
His pupils expand instantly at your question, and you see his throat bob. "Want me to prove it?"
A couple of seconds pass in silence. You nod.
You see the briefest peek of his fangs in his smile before he hauls you off the couch and to the bedroom, leaning towards you with an inquisitive gaze before kissing you as he walks.
His tongue licks softly into your mouth, tasting you, holding back from biting your lips. The warmth of your hands sliding over his shoulders makes him tremble.
The back of his legs hits the bed, and he sits with you on his lap, reluctant to stop the kiss yet. He finally does with a slight growl.
"Let's get these off..." He says with a gravelly voice, reaching to take off your pants. "Let me show you how much your scent affects me."
You move and shift to help him, then your underwear, and he leans back on the bed.
"Sit on me," he licks his lips, urging you with a gesture of his hands.
You move forward and place your knees on each side of his head, carefully.
The mere sight and smell of you so close has his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands tremble before settling where your hips and thighs meet, and he takes a deep breath before focusing on your eyes again.
"Go for it," he nods.
With his approval, you lower yourself onto his open mouth, his hands encouraging you to truly sit on him.
His lips suck at your cunt with the first contact, not targeting any particular point, simply tasting you, inhaling so deeply his chest rises behind you. Then, he licks a thick strip up, stopping to tease your clit with soft flicks.
"V-Val." You exhale, one of your hands threading through his hair, the other on top of one of his.
"Shh, let me do this for you," his voice is deep yet pleading, "let me be good for you."
His tongue doesn't let up on your most sensitive part, but not due to lack of knowledge. He knows if he keeps going just like that, by the time he licks down again–
"Mmfh, fuck-" he whines as he laps up your dripping cunt, "ssso good, you smell so good, taste so so good..." his praises dissolve into your folds, pushing his tongue into you to taste more, his nose rubbing against your clit.
"G-god, Valko, ah-" Your hips move instinctively back and forth, clutching his hair tighter. He moans. Your other hand moves up to fondle your chest, but Valko, sensing your need, quickly moves his own hand up to squeeze your tits himself.
He moves his head slowly from side to side to give you more friction against his noise. His eyes have become half-lidded as he looks up at you, and he has started to squirm in bed, pushing his hips up against nothing.
"Mmmm," he's reduced to full moans as he starts to suck and lick with the intention to make you finish. He moves up and closes his lips around your bud, lost completely in his senses, overwhelmed by you in the greatest way possible. He wishes he could drown in it.
You squirm and moan on top of him, so close, so good, his hands, his mouth, his body reacting just as much as yours.
He flattens his tongue and moves his head from side to side fast now, wanting to look up at you and see your expression but having issues focusing.
Your mouth falls agape, pleasure coiling higher and higher-
Like a lightning strike through your system, your hips press down and the orgasm rips a choked gasp from you. Valko thrusts up into the air and groans against your flesh, cumming in his pants when he feels you do so, a dark spot blooming in his crotch.
Your body falls from the intensity, but he catches you to place you next to him on the bed so you can rest.
Through both your haze, he grabs your hand and slides it into his pants.
"See? See what you did to me?" He leans in to nuzzle your nose with his, his face still wet from you. "You didn't even touch me."
"Mmmm..." Your hand wraps around his still hard length as you recover your breath. "Do you think I could make you cum even if you couldn't touch me at all?"
I know. I know. This is different from what was on the list but the idea just wouldn't leave my mind.
7. Fucking Sylus with a pocket pussy. 🔞MDNI🔞
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When you told Sylus about wanting to use a pocket pussy on him while you watched, he didn’t laugh. He just leveled that crimson gaze at you, a slow smirk spreading across his face as if you’d just handed him an easy win. He liked a challenge, but he liked a guaranteed victory even more. To him, you were playing a game you had no chance of winning, walking directly into a trap with a toy in hand.
The air in his room felt like it was vibrating but you didn't look away. You kept your eyes locked on his, watching that smug, untouchable mask of his start to hairline fracture. He thought this was a performance. He thought he was the audience, sitting there in his kingly arrogance, just waiting to be entertained.
Oh, he had no idea.
The sound of your breath hitting the synthetic material felt unnervingly loud in the silence of the room. When you spat, a slick moisture pooling on the entrance, you saw it, the exact moment his predator persona slipped. His jaw tightened, a small muscle leaping in his cheek.
"Is that it?" he rasped, his confidence still there.
He was posturing. He was trying to regain the upper hand by acting unimpressed, but the way his hands gripped the silk sheets, knuckles turning white, veins popping along the backs of his hands betrayed him. He was bracing himself.
Determined to wipe that look off his face, you focused entirely on him first. You leaned over his lap and took just the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a low hum, fingers coming up to tangle in your hair, gently but firmly guiding your head, subtly forcing you to take him just a bit deeper than you intended, asserting his dominance.
When you pulled away, you did it slowly. Heavy, viscous strings of saliva stretched between your lips and his cock, bridging the small distance between you.
Sylus stared down at the wet trail connecting you to him, his thumb tracing his bottom lip. He didn't look broken at all, if anything, he looked incredibly amused. "Cocky," he muttered with a dark glint in his eyes. "You think a little spit is going to break me? You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, kitten."
"Let's find out"
The moment the silicone gripped him a sharp hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. You guided the opening over the crown, slowly, inch by inch, watching the material stretch as it swallowed his cock.
Before you could even start a proper rhythm, his hand shot out, wrapping firmly around your waist and with a sudden tug he pulled your body flush against his, trapping you close.
"If you're going to do this, do it right," he whispered darkly, intentionally rolling his hips up, forcing himself deep into the sleeve with a hard thrust that caught you off guard. The wet, loud suction echoed in the room, and he smirked at your startled gasp. "What's the matter? You're the one holding the reins. Act like it."
Pushing past the slight tremor in your hands you gripped the base of the toy and started moving it up and down until the silence of the bedroom vanished, replaced by the sound of wet plastic working against his slick skin. You leaned in closer, crowding his space until your nose brushed his, forcing him to look at you.
"Does it feel good, Sy?" you watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. "Does it squeeze you just right? Tell me..." you paused, letting the wet friction of the toy do the talking for a second. "Does it feel as good as the real thing? Does it feel as wet and tight as mine?"
His chest was rising and falling faster now, but he refused to give you the satisfaction of begging. His lips brushed against yours without actually kissing you, a torturous tease of his own.
"It's tight," he admitted "But it lacks your warmth. It lacks the way you moan when I'm inside you. If you want to compare, why don't you let me slide out of this plastic and into you right now?."
"No, I think you like watching me use this on you. Does it turn you on? knowing you're just lying there, taking it from me?" you tried to maintain your edge, but your heart was hammering against your ribs "I mean, look at you, you're practically shaking."
To punish your arrogance he stalled your hand, using his strength to freeze the toy right at his most sensitive spot, letting the suction squeeze him while he stared you down. "I'm letting you have your fun. There's a difference. But if you keep playing with your mouth like that, I might have to find another use for it."
"Oh...tsk...you look a little tense, Sylus. Is the big, bad leader of Onychinus getting overwhelmed by a plastic toy?"
That finally did it. His smugness was rapidly fracturing, melting away into a burning desire he could no longer hide behind sharp comebacks. His head fell back against the headboard for a brief second, a low groan ripping from his throat as you twisted the toy juuuust right at the base of his dick. When he looked back at you, the amusement was entirely gone, replaced by a needy hunger that made him look completely undone.
"Enough games," his hand tried to force yours to move faster "I'm done waiting."
You smiled, a slow, triumphant expression that perfectly mirrored his earlier arrogance. "Not yet."
While one hand kept the perfect friction with the toy, you brought the other one down. Using the sharp tips of your nails and the soft pads of your fingers, you lightly dragged them over his heavy balls, teasing the sensitive skin with feather light touches.
His eyes went wide. The contrast between the tight suction on his cock and the teasing scratches below pushed him right to the brink of his tolerance. His hips buckled, his entire body trembling as he fought the urge to spill over right then and there.
"I'll let you cum, Sy, but only if you say please," you whispered, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to his jawline.
He let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, his teeth grinding together as you gave the pocket pussy a fast down stroke "You're...fuck... unbelievable"
You kept him right on the edge, easing off the speed just enough to keep him from ruining himself. He held out for another thirty seconds of excruciating friction, his hips jerking helplessly against the toy, his pride fighting a losing battle against the sensation overloading his senses. Finally, his fingers dug into your thigh, his grip bruisingly tight as the last of his resistance broke.
"Please," he looked up at you with completely surrendered eyes, every ounce of control stripped away. "Please, sweetie... let me cum."
"Good boy," you murmured, giving him exactly what he wanted.
He came with a loud groan at the praise, his body shuddering beneath you in long waves as he emptied himself into the sleeve. The dominant, untouchable aura he usually carried was fractured, leaving him looking wrecked.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at the toy in your hand, then up at your face. A lazy smile began to return to his lips, though his voice was still a ruined rasp.
"You had your fun. You got me to beg. But if you think you're getting out of this bed without finding out exactly how much tighter you are than that piece of plastic... you're sorely mistaken. Toss the toy. It's my turn now."
hello everyone sorry for being so mia but i officially graduated today!!!!! AND i got a better grade than expected!! (1,5 which is equivalent to a 3.5 gpa i think?)!! lowkey did forget how to smile during the ceremony though
hello everyone sorry for being so mia but i officially graduated today!!!!! AND i got a better grade than expected!! (1,5 which is equivalent to a 3.5 gpa i think?)!! lowkey did forget how to smile during the ceremony though
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you wake up because something feels… wrong. cold. suspiciously cold. your eyes flutter open, and it takes approximately two seconds to realise the problem. the blanket is completely gone, stolen by the hunk of a man sleeping beside you.
you turn your head slowly. there he is. sylus, your beloved husband. completely at peace, fast asleep, breathing steady, one arm tucked under his head and the entire blanket wrapped around him like he fought for it in battle and won.
you stare.
“…you’re joking.”
no response. of course not. you try to tug the blanket back but nothing moves. you pull harder and still nothing.
“…sylus.”
a small shift. barely any progress... you narrow your eyes, gathering strength, and yank it, successfully moving it a few centimetres towards yourself. you sit up now, fully offended.
before you can even argue, his arm reaches out, catching your wrist and pulling you back down against him in one smooth motion.
warm. annoyingly warm.
his body heat immediately seeps into you as he shifts slightly, the blanket finally... finally, falling over both of you. you huff, glancing up. He’s still knocked out in deep sleep.
you stare at him for a second longer… then sigh, melting into him anyway.
“…thief.”
his hold tightens just slightly and this time, you’re warm enough to fall back asleep.
thinking about puppyboy!caleb and how he’d just have his nose buried between your legs any chance he got. Your scent alone could get him going. He’d know if you’re happy, sad, horny. All of the above.
It’s no secret that caleb’s an eater, he could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still not be full. He loves pleasuring you, it would just be a sloppy wet mess down there but he’d look up at you with those puppy dog eyes. He’s exactly where he wants to be.
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
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If this seems familiar to you, I posted this on my side blog ages ago before switching back to my main, it's also been on AO3 for a long time, enjoy!
Caleb looks down and watches your tight little cunt swallow him whole, mesmerized at how you’re practically sucking him in.
“Atta girl,” He murmurs encouragingly. “Look at you taking me so well.”
He can’t tear his eyes away - the way your pussy leaks, completely stretched out around the head of his cock. If his phone was nearby he’d be taking a fucking picture because he’s never seen something so god damn beautiful.
You’re whining beneath him, mumbling about how ‘it’s too big, it won’t fit’ or some other such horseshit Caleb knows isn’t true. He’ll fit. He’ll make it fit.
He lazily glides his thumb over your clit in an attempt to make this easier for you and your back arches, breasts pushed into the air as you inadvertently inch your cunt further down on to his cock.
“That’s it, just like that.” He says. “Ease it in.”
His gaze only flicks up for a brief moment to see your eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open before being drawn back down between your legs. He watches how your clit twitches under his touch as he practically pets it, how your slick slowly seeps out around his length.
He should’ve worked you open a little more, took a little more time. But as much as he’d enjoyed the taste of you - lapping at you, sucking your perfect little clit into his mouth - the moment he felt you wrap around one of his fingers he couldn’t stand to wait a second longer. He had to, needed to, feel that warmth around his hard cock.
Caleb edges himself further in, cursing under his breath at how well you squeeze around him and he starts to wonder whether maybe you’re right and that it won’t actually fit because, shit, he’s only half way in and you’re both panting as though you’ve already been fucking for hours.
“Almost there, baby.” He coos, his thumb adding a little more pressure on to your clit. “It’s almost all the way inside, you can do it. You’re doing so well for me.”
He sucks in a breath at the way you clench down around him, his praise having an obvious effect and he huffs out a laugh.
“You like me telling you you’re doing a good job, baby?”
You whine again beneath him, eagerly nodding your head.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says earnestly. “And this perfect pussy is doing such a good job taking my big cock. I know it’s a stretch but you’re doing so, so well.”
Caleb pushes himself even deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside you, his pelvis snuggly pressed against yours, nestled between your thighs. And the moan you let out, fuck, he swears he will never hear a better sound than that.
“Such a good girl for me.” He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling against your lips. “Now let’s make this sweet cunt take the shape of my cock, hm?”
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“Camping?” you ask unconvinced.
“Yep! Just you and me for an entire weekend. No phones, no distractions, no random guys trying to steal you from me.”
“You’re still upset about my date with my co-worker, huh?”
“I’m not upset, I just can't believe you actually went out with him,” he says quietly, before putting on a cheerful tone again. “Sooo~ I'm just stealing you back for the weekend. Come on, Pips, it'll be fun. Marshmallows, campfires, stargazing—”
“Or we could stay home, away from bugs and creepy forests.”
“Why? Scared of being alone with me in the dark?” Caleb grins.
“Of course not. I just…, yeah, whatever, let’s go,” you give in since Caleb is really enthusiastic about this.
When you arrive, you're surprised. Fairy lights hang between the trees, surrounding a spacious, fully-equipped tent.
“You really went all out, hm?”
“Oh? Suddenly you like the wilderness? Yeah, I've protected you from all the bugs... and wolves.”
“WOLVES?” you gasp in horror.
“Awoooooo~~“ Caleb howls theatrically.
“Caleb…”
He laughs, “No wolves. I checked.”
Soon the campfire is lit, marshmallow are being roasted, Caleb shows off his guitar skills with the acoustic guitar he brought along. Between the music, the crackling campfire, and the distant chirping of crickets, the campsite feels almost magical.
Still, surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees, you can't deny it's a little creepy.
“Are you... scared?” Caleb asks, clearly more amused than concerned.
“No...,” you answer, though not very convincingly.
“Then maybe I should tell you a horror story. You know, just to change that.”
“Try me!”
“Oh-ho. Someone's feeling brave tonight. Let’s see....”
With a grin, Caleb launches into a horror story that quickly turns out to be the scariest thing you've ever heard. It doesn't help that the setting is a forest eerily similar to the one you're currently sitting in. As the campfire dies down and the two of you crawl into the tent to sleep, every distant sound outside seems louder than before, the snapping twig, rustling leaves, the wind moving through the trees.
“You're awfully close to me for someone who says she isn't scared,” Caleb says with a knowing grin.
“Okay??” you pout and scoot away, “I'll move then!! Better?”
To your surprise, Caleb lets you.
“Good. I need to check something outside anyway. You'll be okay alone for a minute, right?”
“YOU’RE LEAVING ME??”
“Just a minute.”
You hear him moving around outside for a few moments.
Then silence.
“Caleb?”
No answer.
“Caleb, stop messing around.”
Nothing.
A knot forms in your stomach.
“Okay, this isn't funny anymore… Caleb?”
Still no response.
Just as you're about to unzip the tent, footsteps approach from outside. The zipper slides open: It's Caleb.
Relief hits you so hard that you immediately burst into tears.
“Aww, Pips,” Caleb pats your head, “Were you really that scared without me?”
“How far did you go?!”
„Not far! I’ve heard you call my name. “
"What? You... heard me?”
"Of course as I said, I wasn’t that far.”
"Then… why didn't you answer?"
The corner of Caleb's mouth curled upward in a faint smirk. It wasn't his usual teasing grin, there was something different about it, something that made a chill creep down your spine.
“Because,” he says while brushing a tear from your cheek, “you sound so cute when you're scared.”
You stare at him, not knowing what to respond.
“You know, I picked a pretty remote spot,” his arm slides around your waist.
“No signal. No other campers. No trails nearby.”
Something about the satisfaction in his voice makes your stomach flip.
“Just you and me.”
His words didn’t sound romantic, they sounded… threatening.
Caleb's lips curve into a small smile.
“Isn't that nice?”
Before you can answer, he pulls you closer against his chest.
“You think your co-worker would've gone through this much effort just for one weekend alone with you?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.
“You know, if you screamed out here,” he says quietly, “nobody would hear you.”
His hand tilts your chin up.
“Look at me.”
His tone is gentle, yet it terrifies you. You meet his eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. The look on his face is unfamiliar, for the first time, Caleb genuinely scares you.
“Do you know how long I've waited for you to look at me like that?”
His thumb strokes your jaw before he lowers you onto your back and begins to undress you, watching you shiver from the cold as you lie naked on the floor of the tent.
“And you're going to fill this entire forest with my name, you hear me?”
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