Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
- Being a werewolf means Valko has an incredibly keen sense of smell, so he always notices when youâre wearing a perfume he likes. Heâll quietly lean in closer than necessary just to catch another whiff, pretending heâs looking over your shoulder while secretly savoring your scent.
- He loves invading your personal space simply to see you blush. Standing behind you while reaching for something on a shelf, brushing his hand against yours, or sitting close enough that your knees touch becomes second nature to him.
- His voice gets noticeably deeper whenever the two of you are alone. He doesnât do it intentionally, it just happens when heâs relaxed around someone he trusts.
- Valko has a habit of tilting your chin upward with two fingers whenever he wants your full attention. His golden eyes stay locked on yours until youâre the first one to look away.
- Heâs shameless about stealing your hoodies or jackets. They smell like you, and heâll absolutely wear them around his home without admitting why.
- His wolf instincts make him surprisingly possessive in subtle ways. A hand resting on the small of your back in crowded rooms, offering you his coat before anyone else can, or casually wrapping an arm around your shoulders all come naturally to him.
- He teases relentlessly. If you get flustered easily, heâll flash that smug little grin and ask, âWas that enough to distract you?â knowing full well the answer is yes.
- During movie nights, heâll start on the opposite end of the couch, but by the end heâs somehow convinced you that your head belongs against his shoulder while his arm drapes comfortably around you.
- Physical affection is one of his love languages. He finds excuses to brush your hair behind your ear, lace your fingers together, or rub slow circles across the back of your hand while youâre talking.
- If you compliment him, heâll act completely unfazedâŠuntil a faint blush dusts the tips of his ears. Heâll recover quickly by turning the compliment back on you with an even smoother one.
- His heightened hearing means he notices every little reaction you have. A shaky breath, a quiet laugh, or your heartbeat picking up when heâs close never escapes him, and his amused smile says he absolutely knows what effect he has on you.
- He loves dancing with you, even without music. One hand in yours, the other at your waist, heâll slowly guide you around the room just because he enjoys having you close.
- When heâs feeling especially affectionate, heâll nuzzle the top of your head or gently bump his forehead against yours. Itâs an instinctive werewolf gesture that he reserves only for someone he loves deeply.
- His favorite form of flirting is prolonged eye contact paired with a crooked smile. He can make even the simplest âGood morningâ sound like a confession.
- Late at night, heâll pull you closer beneath a blanket with an easy âYouâre cold,â even though youâre perfectly warm. The real reason is that he simply likes holding you.
- If someone else tries flirting with you, Valko wonât make a scene. Instead, heâll calmly walk over, slip an arm around your waist, and greet you with an affectionate smile that makes your relationship status unmistakably clear.
at the start of the relationship, valko would be the type to accidentally knot you, then continue to do it every time after that bc he's obsessed with your reaction from the first time. he also the type to cum a lot, like a flood. and it's thick, too. he absolutely nuzzles you after he knots you too, just burrowing into you and pressing himself flush to your body. he 100% has a size kink too, and when you say anything related to how big he is, he's popping a knot right then and there. he bounces you on his dick when you get tired and collapse into his chest. OH and he absolutely wants you to scratch and bite all over; his neck, biceps, back, shoulders, and anywhere else your nails and teeth can reach.
The guy you just started dating might actually be a freak. Youâd noticed he loved working out with you and never seemed to mind how sweaty you got afterward. Most boyfriends would let you cool off first, hand you a towel, maybe fix your hair before getting anywhere near you.
Not Valko.
One day, in the middle of an empty hallway at the gym, he just wrapped you up in a big bear hug.
âValko, wait!â You panted, your head spinning after the stair master had thoroughly kicked your ass, âno, Iâm all sweaty and stinky! Iâm allâŠâ
You could barely catch your breath. Honestly, though? His huge, solid body felt nice against yours, so you gave up protesting and lazily patted his damp back through his compression shirt. It only took a few seconds before you felt it; his cock steadily growing against your stomach.
âBut you smell so goodâŠâ He mumbled contentedly, burying his crooked nose against your sweat-slick neck as he melted into you, his massive arms tightening around your frame.
âAre you-âŠâ You let out a soft, embarrassed laugh as the realization hit you, âare you getting hard from the way I smell??â
He answered with a blissful sigh, nuzzling deeper into your neck as he took another long breath of your scent. The force of his embrace lifted you off your toes, making you giggle as he squeezed you just a little tighter, âI am.â
A/n: I just wanted to make some cute and sexy headcanons for our beefy werewolf and oh my God, I made him so puppy-coded ahh I just wanted some of these to be unique ;~; comments, reblogs, and likes deeply appreciated! NSFW ones are under a warning divider.
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Valko was late-diagnosed with ADHD around the time the two of you first started dating. He gave medication an honest try, but it only lasted about a month. Neither of you liked how much of his sparkle seemed to disappear when he was on it. These days, youâd both rather put up with his forgetfulness, restless energy, and tendency to get distracted halfway through a sentence than lose the vibrant personality you fell in love with.
Valko absolutely loves taking you off-roading in his Ford Bronco. The rougher the trail, the bigger his grin gets. Heâll deliberately aim for muddy hills, rocky creek crossings, and winding forest paths just to hear you laugh when the whole SUV bounces beneath you. By the time you get home, the Bronco is filthy, youâre both covered in dust, and heâs already asking where you should explore next weekend.
Every hike turns into a treasure hunt because Valko canât stop collecting little things for you. Heâll tuck tiny wildflowers behind your ear, and add another bloom to the growing bouquet in your hand. Heâs a walking encyclopedia of plants. If he finds a fallen branch thatâs big enough, though, all bets are off. Heâll light up like an excited kid, sprint over to grab it, and proudly use it as a walking stick for the rest of the hike. More than once youâve had to yell at him not to start lifting entire fallen tree trunks just because he wants to test his strength. He claims heâs âjust curious.â You secretly think itâs kind of hot.
Camping is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. After a day hike, heâll happily build the campfire while you set up the tent. Once the sun goes down, the two of you end up lying on a blanket with chocolate sâmores crumbed around your lips and his, watching the stars. He always claims he knows the constellations, but at least half of them are names he made up on the spot.
Valko has an incredible amount of restless energy and struggles to sit still for very long. You finally got tired of watching him reach for his phone every ten minutes during movie nights, so you started buying him fidget toys instead. To your surprise, they actually worked. Now heâll happily click, spin, squeeze, or fiddle with whatever little gadget youâve handed him while the two of you watch a movie, his attention staying on the screen instead of drifting somewhere else.
He absolutely hates fireworks. His hearing is far too sensitive for them, so every Fourth of July he quietly disappears with a pair of earplugs before the first boom even goes off. Youâll usually find him hiding in bed, shoulders tensing every time another explosion rattles the windows. He tries to laugh it off, but if you join him under the blanket and cuddle up beside him, heâll relax almost immediately.
Valko uses dog shampoo on his tail. You only found out the first time you showered together at his place, when you noticed a bottle sitting next to his regular shampoo and gave him a very confused look. After he explained that it kept the fur cleaner, softer, and healthier, it suddenly made perfect sense. Now he lets you wash and brush his tail for him because he knows how much you enjoy fussing over it.
Taking Valko grocery shopping is dangerous because heâll wander off for âjust a minuteâ and inevitably come back with an armful of snacks nobody asked for. Somehow the cart always ends up containing kidsâ chocolate milk, three kinds of beef jerky, and whatever new flavor of protein bars caught his eye. Heâll proudly present his haul like he accomplished the mission, only for both of you to realize he forgot the one thing you actually went to the store for.
His hands are rough with calluses because he constantly forgets to wear lifting gloves. Youâve bought him hand lotion more than once, but every bottle somehow ends up untouched in the bathroom cabinet. The only way heâll actually use it is if you take his hands into yours and rub it in for him. He insists itâs because you âdo it better,â but you suspect he just likes the excuse to sit there while you hold his hands.
Valko usually prefers floor time over the couch. Youâll be curled up comfortably watching a movie while he sprawls across the floor with his back resting against your legs, occasionally glancing up at you whenever he hears you laugh. If your fingers wander into his hair or behind his wolf ears, heâll quietly lean back harder against you until heâs practically using your knees as a pillow.
He was surprisingly resistant to joining your little face mask nights at first, insisting they âwerenât really his thing.â It took exactly one evening of you convincing him to try a cooling mask fresh out of the shower. Now itâs become one of his favorite little rituals. The two of you climb onto the couch with a glass of wine, matching face masks on, a movie playing in the background while he cuddles up beside you, pizza rolls heating in the oven.
Valko unconsciously nudges you with his shoulder or forehead when he wants your attention. If youâre reading, heâll gently bump your arm. If youâre working, heâll rest his forehead against yours until you finally look up. Itâs the werewolf equivalent of saying, âpet me.â
He loves when you play with his hair or scratch behind his wolf ears. Heâll deny it every single time, insisting he doesnât need it, but within thirty seconds heâs leaning into your hand with his eyes half closed. If you stop too soon, heâll casually lower his head back under your fingers as if to remind you that you werenât finished.
Playfighting is practically one of his love languages. Heâll wrestle with you over the TV remote, steal your phone just to make you chase him, and scoop you off the floor the second you try to tackle him. Once heâs caught you, youâre getting tossed over his shoulder or effortlessly lifted into the air like youâre his favorite chew toy, all while heâs laughing too hard to defend himself from your playful punches.
His nose is both a blessing and a curse. He can tell when youâre ovulating long before you mention it, and he can smell the moment your period starts too. Itâs endlessly embarrassing because youâll occasionally catch him pausing mid-conversation to sniff the air around you with genuine curiosity, completely fascinated by every natural change your body goes through. To him itâs just information. To you, itâs mortifying.
He has a not-so-secret obsession with the way you naturally smell. Perfume is nice, but nothing compares to the scent of your skin after a workout. Whenever you exercise together, heâll inevitably find himself lingering a little too close, completely distracted by the smell of your sweat. He insists your deodorant ruins it and has jokingly complained more than once that it covers up his favorite scent.
Heâs almost embarrassingly obsessed with the smell of your lady bits. One evening, you stepped out of the shower only to return to the bedroom and find him completely passed out on the bed with your used panties draped over his face. When you woke him up to ask what on earth he was doing, he looked at you like it was the most natural thing in the world before sleepily mumbling, âyou smell delicious.â
He has a ridiculous soft spot for your little socks. The moment you drape your legs across his lap while youâre lounging on the couch, heâll start rubbing your feet, kneading away any soreness while the two of you watch TV. Every now and then, though, heâll absentmindedly lift your feet closer to his face and take a long, appreciative sniff before you can stop him. Itâs easily one of the most mortifying habits he has. He insists he doesnât have a foot fetish. You remain highly unconvinced.
Valko absolutely melts when you scratch the sensitive skin along his inner thighs and around his groin, especially after a long day. The moment your fingers find the right spot, heâll shamelessly spread his legs wider without a second thought, resting back with the most content expression youâve ever seen. He has absolutely no pride about it. If youâre willing to spoil him, heâs more than happy to sit there and soak up every second of the attention.
For someone so shameless in almost every other aspect of life, Valko is unbelievably private about using the bathroom. The door is always locked, and he refuses to let you anywhere near him while he pees. When you jokingly asked why, he thought about it for a second before answering, completely serious, âmaybe Iâll let you hold it when we get married.â
Valko absolutely loves going down on you. Heâs a messy eater in every sense of the word, throwing himself into it with shameless enthusiasm until heâs panting from the heat of it. The deeper he gets into pleasing you, the more his restraint disappears. He growls against you without realizing it and ends up drooling all over your pussy while happily lapping at you like he could spend hours there without ever getting his fill. His favorite position is to have you sit on his face if heâs not lifting you upside down by your thighs.
Despite his intimidating size, Valko is naturally more submissive than dominant once the bedroom door closes. It took time for him to fully trust you with that side of himself, but once he did, he flourished. These days heâs an eager, obedient good boy who melts under confident hands, happily letting you take control. He loves being praised, teased, and pushed around a little, and nothing makes him happier than hearing you tell him how well heâs doing.
Pet play comes almost embarrassingly naturally to him. He loves the comforting weight of a leather collar around his neck and owns several different ones, always bringing them over and letting you decide which one you want him to wear that day. Heâll happily chew on a ball gag while looking up at you with those golden eyes, and the moment you clip a leash onto his collar, heâs already following wherever you lead him without the slightest complaint.
His favorite position is, unsurprisingly, doggy style. He loves the feeling of looming over you, wrapping his body around yours while rutting into you with relentless enthusiasm. Half the time heâs completely mesmerized by the sight of your ass bouncing beneath him; the other half heâs watching both of you in the mirror, completely captivated while your praise spurs him on even more.
In the beginning, Valko was incredibly self-conscious about his knot. He always made sure to pull out before finishing, choosing your stomach or back instead, then disappearing into the bathroom almost immediately before you could see what happened afterward. He was embarrassed of himself, convinced his biology would only make things awkward.
That embarrassment didnât survive for very long. Once he realized you loved every part of him, knot included, he stopped hiding. Now heâs shameless about it, often ending up breathlessly begging to knot you instead. When heâs especially worked up, heâll press himself close behind you and growl promises into your ear about filling you until your tummy swells with his seed.
He also has an undeniable breeding kink, though admitting it took far longer than admitting almost anything else. It stayed tucked away in the back of his mind until one day he finally confessed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it was out in the open, roleplay quickly became one of his favorite indulgences, especially whenever the fantasy revolved around you begging for his pups.
Valko has an oddly intense fascination with your breasts, especially your nipples. If chocolate syrup happens to be involved, all the better. Heâll happily lick every drop away with shameless dedication before getting distracted by sucking on your nipples until theyâre swollen, completely losing track of time while he quietly enjoys himself.
Full moons bring out a side of Valko thatâs almost unrecognizable in bed. The playful teasing fades into something far more primal, leaving him meaner, rougher, and much more commanding than usual. He always feels so guilty afterward, worried he might have been too much, while youâre left reassuring him that seeing that untamed side of him only reminds you that itâs still him underneath it allâŠAnd that you think his dominance is just as sexy as his submission.
A/n: I just wanted to make some cute and sexy headcanons for our beefy werewolf and oh my God, I made him so puppy-coded ahh I just wanted some of these to be unique ;~; comments, reblogs, and likes deeply appreciated! NSFW ones are under a warning divider.
đ Valko Masterlist đ
Valko was late-diagnosed with ADHD around the time the two of you first started dating. He gave medication an honest try, but it only lasted about a month. Neither of you liked how much of his sparkle seemed to disappear when he was on it. These days, youâd both rather put up with his forgetfulness, restless energy, and tendency to get distracted halfway through a sentence than lose the vibrant personality you fell in love with.
Valko absolutely loves taking you off-roading in his Ford Bronco. The rougher the trail, the bigger his grin gets. Heâll deliberately aim for muddy hills, rocky creek crossings, and winding forest paths just to hear you laugh when the whole SUV bounces beneath you. By the time you get home, the Bronco is filthy, youâre both covered in dust, and heâs already asking where you should explore next weekend.
Every hike turns into a treasure hunt because Valko canât stop collecting little things for you. Heâll tuck tiny wildflowers behind your ear, and add another bloom to the growing bouquet in your hand. Heâs a walking encyclopedia of plants. If he finds a fallen branch thatâs big enough, though, all bets are off. Heâll light up like an excited kid, sprint over to grab it, and proudly use it as a walking stick for the rest of the hike. More than once youâve had to yell at him not to start lifting entire fallen tree trunks just because he wants to test his strength. He claims heâs âjust curious.â You secretly think itâs kind of hot.
Camping is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. After a day hike, heâll happily build the campfire while you set up the tent. Once the sun goes down, the two of you end up lying on a blanket with chocolate sâmores crumbed around your lips and his, watching the stars. He always claims he knows the constellations, but at least half of them are names he made up on the spot.
Valko has an incredible amount of restless energy and struggles to sit still for very long. You finally got tired of watching him reach for his phone every ten minutes during movie nights, so you started buying him fidget toys instead. To your surprise, they actually worked. Now heâll happily click, spin, squeeze, or fiddle with whatever little gadget youâve handed him while the two of you watch a movie, his attention staying on the screen instead of drifting somewhere else.
He absolutely hates fireworks. His hearing is far too sensitive for them, so every Fourth of July he quietly disappears with a pair of earplugs before the first boom even goes off. Youâll usually find him hiding in bed, shoulders tensing every time another explosion rattles the windows. He tries to laugh it off, but if you join him under the blanket and cuddle up beside him, heâll relax almost immediately.
Valko uses dog shampoo on his tail. You only found out the first time you showered together at his place, when you noticed a bottle sitting next to his regular shampoo and gave him a very confused look. After he explained that it kept the fur cleaner, softer, and healthier, it suddenly made perfect sense. Now he lets you wash and brush his tail for him because he knows how much you enjoy fussing over it.
Taking Valko grocery shopping is dangerous because heâll wander off for âjust a minuteâ and inevitably come back with an armful of snacks nobody asked for. Somehow the cart always ends up containing kidsâ chocolate milk, three kinds of beef jerky, and whatever new flavor of protein bars caught his eye. Heâll proudly present his haul like he accomplished the mission, only for both of you to realize he forgot the one thing you actually went to the store for.
His hands are rough with calluses because he constantly forgets to wear lifting gloves. Youâve bought him hand lotion more than once, but every bottle somehow ends up untouched in the bathroom cabinet. The only way heâll actually use it is if you take his hands into yours and rub it in for him. He insists itâs because you âdo it better,â but you suspect he just likes the excuse to sit there while you hold his hands.
Valko usually prefers floor time over the couch. Youâll be curled up comfortably watching a movie while he sprawls across the floor with his back resting against your legs, occasionally glancing up at you whenever he hears you laugh. If your fingers wander into his hair or behind his wolf ears, heâll quietly lean back harder against you until heâs practically using your knees as a pillow.
He was surprisingly resistant to joining your little face mask nights at first, insisting they âwerenât really his thing.â It took exactly one evening of you convincing him to try a cooling mask fresh out of the shower. Now itâs become one of his favorite little rituals. The two of you climb onto the couch with a glass of wine, matching face masks on, a movie playing in the background while he cuddles up beside you, pizza rolls heating in the oven.
Valko unconsciously nudges you with his shoulder or forehead when he wants your attention. If youâre reading, heâll gently bump your arm. If youâre working, heâll rest his forehead against yours until you finally look up. Itâs the werewolf equivalent of saying, âpet me.â
He loves when you play with his hair or scratch behind his wolf ears. Heâll deny it every single time, insisting he doesnât need it, but within thirty seconds heâs leaning into your hand with his eyes half closed. If you stop too soon, heâll casually lower his head back under your fingers as if to remind you that you werenât finished.
Playfighting is practically one of his love languages. Heâll wrestle with you over the TV remote, steal your phone just to make you chase him, and scoop you off the floor the second you try to tackle him. Once heâs caught you, youâre getting tossed over his shoulder or effortlessly lifted into the air like youâre his favorite chew toy, all while heâs laughing too hard to defend himself from your playful punches.
His nose is both a blessing and a curse. He can tell when youâre ovulating long before you mention it, and he can smell the moment your period starts too. Itâs endlessly embarrassing because youâll occasionally catch him pausing mid-conversation to sniff the air around you with genuine curiosity, completely fascinated by every natural change your body goes through. To him itâs just information. To you, itâs mortifying.
He has a not-so-secret obsession with the way you naturally smell. Perfume is nice, but nothing compares to the scent of your skin after a workout. Whenever you exercise together, heâll inevitably find himself lingering a little too close, completely distracted by the smell of your sweat. He insists your deodorant ruins it and has jokingly complained more than once that it covers up his favorite scent.
Heâs almost embarrassingly obsessed with the smell of your lady bits. One evening, you stepped out of the shower only to return to the bedroom and find him completely passed out on the bed with your used panties draped over his face. When you woke him up to ask what on earth he was doing, he looked at you like it was the most natural thing in the world before sleepily mumbling, âyou smell delicious.â
He has a ridiculous soft spot for your little socks. The moment you drape your legs across his lap while youâre lounging on the couch, heâll start rubbing your feet, kneading away any soreness while the two of you watch TV. Every now and then, though, heâll absentmindedly lift your feet closer to his face and take a long, appreciative sniff before you can stop him. Itâs easily one of the most mortifying habits he has. He insists he doesnât have a foot fetish. You remain highly unconvinced.
Valko absolutely melts when you scratch the sensitive skin along his inner thighs and around his groin, especially after a long day. The moment your fingers find the right spot, heâll shamelessly spread his legs wider without a second thought, resting back with the most content expression youâve ever seen. He has absolutely no pride about it. If youâre willing to spoil him, heâs more than happy to sit there and soak up every second of the attention.
For someone so shameless in almost every other aspect of life, Valko is unbelievably private about using the bathroom. The door is always locked, and he refuses to let you anywhere near him while he pees. When you jokingly asked why, he thought about it for a second before answering, completely serious, âmaybe Iâll let you hold it when we get married.â
Valko absolutely loves going down on you. Heâs a messy eater in every sense of the word, throwing himself into it with shameless enthusiasm until heâs panting from the heat of it. The deeper he gets into pleasing you, the more his restraint disappears. He growls against you without realizing it and ends up drooling all over your pussy while happily lapping at you like he could spend hours there without ever getting his fill. His favorite position is to have you sit on his face if heâs not lifting you upside down by your thighs.
Despite his intimidating size, Valko is naturally more submissive than dominant once the bedroom door closes. It took time for him to fully trust you with that side of himself, but once he did, he flourished. These days heâs an eager, obedient good boy who melts under confident hands, happily letting you take control. He loves being praised, teased, and pushed around a little, and nothing makes him happier than hearing you tell him how well heâs doing.
Pet play comes almost embarrassingly naturally to him. He loves the comforting weight of a leather collar around his neck and owns several different ones, always bringing them over and letting you decide which one you want him to wear that day. Heâll happily chew on a ball gag while looking up at you with those golden eyes, and the moment you clip a leash onto his collar, heâs already following wherever you lead him without the slightest complaint.
His favorite position is, unsurprisingly, doggy style. He loves the feeling of looming over you, wrapping his body around yours while rutting into you with relentless enthusiasm. Half the time heâs completely mesmerized by the sight of your ass bouncing beneath him; the other half heâs watching both of you in the mirror, completely captivated while your praise spurs him on even more.
In the beginning, Valko was incredibly self-conscious about his knot. He always made sure to pull out before finishing, choosing your stomach or back instead, then disappearing into the bathroom almost immediately before you could see what happened afterward. He was embarrassed of himself, convinced his biology would only make things awkward.
That embarrassment didnât survive for very long. Once he realized you loved every part of him, knot included, he stopped hiding. Now heâs shameless about it, often ending up breathlessly begging to knot you instead. When heâs especially worked up, heâll press himself close behind you and growl promises into your ear about filling you until your tummy swells with his seed.
He also has an undeniable breeding kink, though admitting it took far longer than admitting almost anything else. It stayed tucked away in the back of his mind until one day he finally confessed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it was out in the open, roleplay quickly became one of his favorite indulgences, especially whenever the fantasy revolved around you begging for his pups.
Valko has an oddly intense fascination with your breasts, especially your nipples. If chocolate syrup happens to be involved, all the better. Heâll happily lick every drop away with shameless dedication before getting distracted by sucking on your nipples until theyâre swollen, completely losing track of time while he quietly enjoys himself.
Full moons bring out a side of Valko thatâs almost unrecognizable in bed. The playful teasing fades into something far more primal, leaving him meaner, rougher, and much more commanding than usual. He always feels so guilty afterward, worried he might have been too much, while youâre left reassuring him that seeing that untamed side of him only reminds you that itâs still him underneath it allâŠAnd that you think his dominance is just as sexy as his submission.
you get your wolfy boyfriend a collar -- nsfw ver.
Fluff ver.
Valko x reader - mdni 18+
afab reader anatomy, no pronouns.
cw: I guess a little pet play?, rough sex, restraining during sex, pronebone, collar and leash, riding, doggy style, male masturbation/handjob, nipple play, oral (reader receiving) both of them switch, pwp, valko has a normal dick. sorry, not into the knot thing lol
minimal editing I write from the heart. Roughly 7k words (ik)
Valko possessed all the hallmarks of what a proper leader should be.
He was bold, intuitive, and stronger than any man you had ever met. While he made you feel safe, he's shown that he has an innate need to protect you and make his presence known to everybody. He was here, you were his.
But with his forwardness and your headstrong personality, both of you ran into a unique set of problems.
When it came to your everyday life, you and Valko both had your own responsibilities. He was wrapped around your finger, inthralled with you and the home you've made together. But you've noticed that his need to impose dominance has crept its way into your bedroom.
Neither of you let up, almost in competition with each other. When he holds you down you still choose the pace, straining to lift your hips despite his stronghold on your arms. He folds them against your back, the gentlest restraint he could muster while his body endured your defiance.
You grin into the pillow when he lets you have your way, letting you fuck him back. He leans down and nips the nape of your neck, breathing you in. The heady scent of your mixed arousal made his heart pulse, his senses were overwhelmed with you: the heat of your body, your taunts as you squeezed him hard. His cock ached, so hard inside of you that it hurt. His thrusts slowed to near-timid strokes, letting you grind and bounce on him until the ache stung him from the inside out.
He's quick to let you go, opting to grab you by the hips instead. His other hand laid flat on your back, firm enough to keep you still. His revenge was unrelenting. He rolled his hips into you once, breaking into a rhythm that didn't allow for you to catch your breath. Your pussy was a mess, the hard push and pull of his cock while he fucked you produced noises so obscene your body buzzed from the lewdness of it all.
He pushed you down, flat on your stomach to grind into you, gripping the headboard so he could lean closer to your head. You could only barley see him from the corner of your eye, his ears folded back into a head of messy hair, sweat sticking maroon strands his forehead.
His brows were furrowed, too obviously strained with the effort of fucking you properly. Valko licked your ear, sucking a bite into the thin skin. The sting of his fangs lost to the greater sensation of his hips coming down on you.
"Youâre so good." he moaned, reeling back to push into you again. At this point he was almost squatting behind you, hips snapping into you over and over in an uninterrupted stride. "But I think I win this round."
It wasn't that you didn't like when he took the reigns, but you craved the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart. The times he let you lead were starting to become few and far in between. You figured it was time for a change of pace.
You waited for Valko to return from work, the dark green leather collar and leash sitting in a box under the bed. He would be home in a few minutes, just enough time for you to wait for him, wearing nothing but your matching panties and bra.
You heard the keys at the door and rushed into position, siting at the edge of the bed with your legs crossed. "Honey?" you heard him walking around the into your house, heading towards the room "are you hiding?" he pushed the door open and faltered seeing you there.
"its good that you're home now" he stepped all the way in, making his way to you. "what"s going on?" Valko's confusion didn't stop him from stripping his layers, half way naked by the time he reached the bed. "Did I earn something special?"
You giggled, getting up to strut around him "there's no special occasion," you stopped, pulling him close by the nape of his neck. You ghosted your lips over his, "but I'm in the mood for something new."
Valko leaned forward to catch your lips, but you moved away, brushing past him and back towards your side of the bed. "What do you mean by that?" he was taking on a rasp, swallowing hard when you bent over and showed him everything, your cute lace panties hugging your pussy just right. He could smell you from here, sweet and inviting. He shifted in his place.
You pulled out the box, all dressed up with wrapping paper and a lace ribbon. " You got me a gift?" He shifted the box around in his hands when you handed it to him. "It feels light." you motioned for him to open it, sitting on the bed.
He popped the lid and froze for a second. You stilled, biting your lip as he pulled the collar out of the box, the little pendant jingiling in the air.
You tried to relax when he finally looked your way. His eyes were unreadable, staring you down with something akin to ferocity.
"Is this what you want to try?" he made his way over to stand between your legs. His hand cupped your chin, and you met his gaze. "You want me to be your dog?" You could only smile at him, standing so you could be face-to-face. "We can put it that way," He let you grab the collar from him. The little pedant jingled as you unbuckled it, wrapping it around his neck. He let you, his eyes burning into yours as you tightened the strap.
You looped your finger around the leather, pulling him towards your body. "You're standing down today." Valko said nothing, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "Feeling bold today, huh? I hope you can live up to what you're saying." You scoffed, pushing him back. He laughed and you retreated the leash, clipping it on and pulling him with you towards the bed.
You sat right up against the headboard, tugging him forward to sit in front of you. "Now," Valko tensed as you parted your legs, your pussy barley concealed by the thin lace, he could see the wet spot right where your entrance would be, already weeping for his attention. "I think you know what to do."
Valko chuckled, his hands coming up to hold your knees apart. "I don't." he looked at you, smiling with all mischief. "Aren't you supposed to train me?"
You tugged on the leash hard, forcing him between your thighs. "Fine. I want you to eat me out. You'll stop when I tell you to."
He scoffed, leaning down to press his face against your heat. he breathed you in, groaning into the fabric of your panties. His warm breath against you made your clit pulse. Arousal sparked through you as he worshipped your pussy, finally stripping your panties off.
Valko was the type of man that struggled to be delicate, he devoured you as if he could eat your whole pussy in one go. He paid attention to the details, dragging his tongue up and down your wetness. He leaned in deeper to make out with your inner labia sucking wet, sloppy kisses over your swollen clit.
You leaned back into the pillows, enjoying the pleasure your man had to offer. His tongue felt like it was searing hot, electric against your most sensitive spots. His hands came up to grab a hold of your tits, smushing the fabric of the bra against you without a care.
"F-fuck, use your fingers." you gasped, pushing his arm down. Valko chuckled against you, shifting to the side. He threw your leg over his shoulder, damn near folding you in half. You shivered when the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing rough and slow. torturous on purpose. You swallowed your whimper when they migrated downwards, pressing just right against your entrance.
"look at that, " he whispered, watching your warmth suck his fingers in, wrapped tight around his knuckles. You said nothing, words caught in a gasp as he fucked you open, sealing his lips back over your sensitive pussy.
"Yes, yes , yes." your back lifted off the bed chasing his mouth. Valko grunted, closing his eyes as he focused his attention on your weeping clit. The tension on the leash spurred him on, eating you with intention. His fingers stroking you in a way that could only make you fall apart.
Your body tensed as you came, your body rocking into his hands and mouth. He didn't relent, even as the pleasure crashed its way through your body. Tight, hot waves of ecstasy washed over you as he sucked on your clit, holding firm even as your hips jerked and rocked into his face.
"augh, stop, stop." you gasped, pushing his head away. He parted from you, breathless and his face soiled with your orgasm. He waited patiently while you caught your breath, his own arousal catching your eye through the haze.
"Strip your boxers off and sit in front of me, with your back turned." Valko obeyed, situating himself between your legs, leaning back into you. He looked at you, his ears twitching. "I want to watch you..stroke yourself. But you can't cum until I say so." He grumbled something under his breath, closing his eyes and leaning against you. "I think you're on a little bit of a power trip, babe." his body betrayed his words, you can see the way his dick was pulsing, exposed and twitching in the still air.
"Do what I say, be a good boy." He couldnât utter a response, spitting in his hand and starting off slow. His breath deepened, his strokes starting off lazy and out of rhythm. You watched how he tightened his hold every time his hand came back up, squeezing his tip ever so slightly with every pass.
You littered kisses over the span of his neck, sucking red hickeys into his skin. Your hands crept up to his chest, grazing his nipples just to tease. He stiffened against you for a second, slowly melting back into bliss as you rubbed his chest and abdomen.
"I think you can go a lot quicker than that." his breath hitched, closing his eyes when your fingers teased him more, twirling and thumbing his nipples from behind. He began to quicken his pace, his voice lowering into rough grunts and curses. You pinched him, watching in delight as his hips bucked upwards, chasing the strokes of his palm.
You bit his neck just to hear him whine and he abruptly stopped, his hard dick stiff and swollen against his navel. Valko looked up at you, eyes unfocused and blown out. "I-i was gonna cum." he breathed, his body still melted into yours. You rubbed a kiss against his cheek, a tiny show of praise.
You shifted him off of you, climbing on his lap. You could feel his thighs tense when you were flush up against him. He could feel the wetness of your slit against his cock, a tiny slither of pre-cum wetting the tip.
"are you excited for what comes next?" you balled the leash up in your first, guiding his head up to look at you. He panted, shifting in place.
"well?" you tugged on the leash and he scowled, his hips jolting under you "yes." he grit, hands pulled into tight fists at his sides. He was fighting the urge to flip you on your back and fuck you hard, choosing to withstand the control you have over him right now. It was thrilling, having you boss him around the way you are. But he kept the thoughts to himself, waiting to see how far you could go.
His train of thought was cut off, letting out a groan so deep it shocked you. Valko gritted his teeth as you moved your hips back and fourth, dragging your warm sex over his sensitive cock. You watched as his brows furrowed in concentration, his legs parting to give him some relief from the stimulation.
Before he could collect himself, you slipped him inside, breathing out from the effort of sitting all of him inside of you. You eased into an easy rhythm, gauging his reaction to your movements. Valko could only lean back, his hands holding onto your thighs to ground himself.
You giggled, leaning over to kiss him sloppy, moaning into his mouth as you picked up the pace. Valko held on to you like a life line, his hands roamed your body. His palms grabbed and rubbed your ass, coming back up to hold on to your waist, pushing up to meet your hips as subtly as he could.
"fuck. you're too good." he grunted, his breaths picking up into whines. His hand came up to unclip your bra, bringing you down into a kiss to conceal his pleasure. You rolled your hips down, grinding into him hard and watching him break. His head fell forward into your chest, pathetically sucking kisses into the skin of your breasts.
The little pendant jiggled with the force of your hips rocking you both, taunting him as he felt his release creeping up. He couldn't fight back against the burning arousal in his stomach, the waves of pleasure getting stronger, tighter inside his core.
As his last line of defense, his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick, rough circles into the swollen bud. You felt your hips jitter, rocking forward and holding on to his shoulders as you dropped your hips down. Your legs started to tremble from the strain, just on the edge of release.
Valko powered you through it, grabbing your hips and maneuvering you, thrusting up into you with a new found desperation. You had played with him for too long now, stalled his nature for as long as you could.
You were on your back in an instant, the leash dangling in your face as he filed you to the brim. "Valk- oh my god" he was unforgiving, holding your ankles up to your ears while he pushed into you, spreading you open so you couldn't hide, couldn't yank him around anymore.
"what's the matter ?" he snarled, working his hips into you, striking you right where you liked it, the pleasure rushing towards you in overwhelming shocks. He punched the air out of your lungs, leaning forward so he could kiss you, pushing himself in to the hilt.
He snickered when you cried out for him, his huge body obstructing your view. All you could see, feel and smell was your werewolf. âShut u-ah-upâ âCome on, babe. you were so t-tough just now." You could see through his teasing, he was just as close to losing control as you were, his hips stuttered against you, his thrusts getting shorter.
Your climax hit you with force, clamping down around him as he came inside of you, reeling you both into ecstasy, The nerves in your body felt like they were buzzing, wave after wave of pleasure consuming your senses, melting you into each other in bliss.
Your body stung from the inside out, overstimulated and spent. Valko collapsed next to you, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
After a few, you reached over and unclasped the collar, throwing it behind you as you curled up into his embrace.
"So," you leaned up to look at him, a soft smile on your face. "What do you think about leaving me in charge?"
Valko smiled at you, kissing your nose before collapsing back into the pillows. "You win."
not edited i wrote this at like 5am. No nsfw but mdni
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It was hard to imagine yourself dating a real life werewolf
Actually, you didnât even know those kinds of mythical beasts even existed.
Being in a relationship with Valko was a refreshing yet odd addition to your life. He behaved exactly like you would expect an over-sized puppy to act. It took days for you to get used to him scenting you, following you, and establishing his reign at your place by leaving his clothes everywhere.
Your apartment hardly felt like your own anymore. When you walked in all you could smell was menâs cologne and his natural musk- woodsy, dark and bold. Slowly, you began to associate his scent with coming home. Washing laundry together became a routine, lounging in the living room was now a regular pass time. His life became totally intertwined with yours.
As your relationship became more serious, you started to feel like you wanted him to feel like he was yours just as much as you felt like you were his. Your home had become his wolfden, he was everywhere from floor to ceiling and yet, he had nothing to show his devotion to you besides the pictures of you he has in his office.
You wanted it to be a gag joke at first, but when the choker you bought actually arrived in the mail, it was apparent that you were actually giving this to him and he might actually wear it.
It was hard to feel prepared for his reaction. Maybe youâll nonchalantly hand the collar over and pretend it wouldnât thrill you to see him wear it. Perhaps youâll end up having to apologize profusely if you somehow offend him, (arenât werewolves supposed to be fierce and free?) you traced your finger over the pedant that came attached to it, hoping the tiny initials engraved in silver would give you a boost of confidence.
With only a few minutes left until Valko came home, you dressed the box up all nice with wrapping paper and lace ribbons, going as far as to hide it under the couch, perfectly out of view to buy you enough time to set the stage.
You knew he was coming in before he announced himself. Valko was all shoulders and muscle, always looking just as handsome as the last time you saw him. His fluffy ears swiveled forward, already making his way over to you, touchy and clingy as usual.
âwhatâd you do today?â Valko brought you into his embrace, nuzzling the crown of your head with his cheek. âYou smell different. Am i making you nervous?â
This was part of how he unwinded. After work you became the center of his day, and that included scenting you and draping his massive frame over yours so his presence was still fresh. You forgot he could pick up on slight changes in your mood during the whole process. After all, Valko was as intuitive as he was attentive.
âActually, i got you something.â You could feel his tail thumping against the side of your thigh, but his voice remained neutral, almost teasing. âReally? You got me a gift?â You nodded, half of your face still smushed and warm against his chest.
He let you go, crossing his arms. Expectantly, he extended his hand out, waiting for the offering. âLetâs see it.â
You knew he would never hurt your feelings, but you were still nervous. You retreated the little box, padding over to him with the gift behind your back.
Valko leaned over to look at what you were hiding, but you dodged him, waving your finger in his face âuh uh. Close your eyesâ you mused. He snorted, but obeyed.
âNow hold your hands out.â âYouâre kinda scaring me, pup. Whats the mystery?â You rolled your eyes. âJust do it. â you placed the box in his hands, watching him and holding your breath as he inspected it. âWhat is it?â He held it up to his nose, sniffing the wrapping paper before tearing it off, messy by nature.
You bit your lip when he opened the box, his ears showed his surprise as he carefully pulled the choker out, inspecting the pendant that now looked even tinier in his large palm.
âWell?â You came closer, placing your hand on his shoulder to lean your cheek on his bicep, an effective way to hide your embarrassment if he didnt like it. âWhat do you think?â
Valko turned to you with a smirk. âIs this how you claim your territory?â His thumb traced over the strip of leather before he handed it back, kneeling in front of you. âI like it. Put it on.â
Now it felt a little fair. You carried his scent with you and now he carried a piece of you too, a true âyouâre mineâ sort of dynamic.
not edited i wrote this at like 5am. No nsfw but mdni
ââââââââââ-
It was hard to imagine yourself dating a real life werewolf
Actually, you didnât even know those kinds of mythical beasts even existed.
Being in a relationship with Valko was a refreshing yet odd addition to your life. He behaved exactly like you would expect an over-sized puppy to act. It took days for you to get used to him scenting you, following you, and establishing his reign at your place by leaving his clothes everywhere.
Your apartment hardly felt like your own anymore. When you walked in all you could smell was menâs cologne and his natural musk- woodsy, dark and bold. Slowly, you began to associate his scent with coming home. Washing laundry together became a routine, lounging in the living room was now a regular pass time. His life became totally intertwined with yours.
As your relationship became more serious, you started to feel like you wanted him to feel like he was yours just as much as you felt like you were his. Your home had become his wolfden, he was everywhere from floor to ceiling and yet, he had nothing to show his devotion to you besides the pictures of you he has in his office.
You wanted it to be a gag joke at first, but when the choker you bought actually arrived in the mail, it was apparent that you were actually giving this to him and he might actually wear it.
It was hard to feel prepared for his reaction. Maybe youâll nonchalantly hand the collar over and pretend it wouldnât thrill you to see him wear it. Perhaps youâll end up having to apologize profusely if you somehow offend him, (arenât werewolves supposed to be fierce and free?) you traced your finger over the pedant that came attached to it, hoping the tiny initials engraved in silver would give you a boost of confidence.
With only a few minutes left until Valko came home, you dressed the box up all nice with wrapping paper and lace ribbons, going as far as to hide it under the couch, perfectly out of view to buy you enough time to set the stage.
You knew he was coming in before he announced himself. Valko was all shoulders and muscle, always looking just as handsome as the last time you saw him. His fluffy ears swiveled forward, already making his way over to you, touchy and clingy as usual.
âwhatâd you do today?â Valko brought you into his embrace, nuzzling the crown of your head with his cheek. âYou smell different. Am i making you nervous?â
This was part of how he unwinded. After work you became the center of his day, and that included scenting you and draping his massive frame over yours so his presence was still fresh. You forgot he could pick up on slight changes in your mood during the whole process. After all, Valko was as intuitive as he was attentive.
âActually, i got you something.â You could feel his tail thumping against the side of your thigh, but his voice remained neutral, almost teasing. âReally? You got me a gift?â You nodded, half of your face still smushed and warm against his chest.
He let you go, crossing his arms. Expectantly, he extended his hand out, waiting for the offering. âLetâs see it.â
You knew he would never hurt your feelings, but you were still nervous. You retreated the little box, padding over to him with the gift behind your back.
Valko leaned over to look at what you were hiding, but you dodged him, waving your finger in his face âuh uh. Close your eyesâ you mused. He snorted, but obeyed.
âNow hold your hands out.â âYouâre kinda scaring me, pup. Whats the mystery?â You rolled your eyes. âJust do it. â you placed the box in his hands, watching him and holding your breath as he inspected it. âWhat is it?â He held it up to his nose, sniffing the wrapping paper before tearing it off, messy by nature.
You bit your lip when he opened the box, his ears showed his surprise as he carefully pulled the choker out, inspecting the pendant that now looked even tinier in his large palm.
âWell?â You came closer, placing your hand on his shoulder to lean your cheek on his bicep, an effective way to hide your embarrassment if he didnt like it. âWhat do you think?â
Valko turned to you with a smirk. âIs this how you claim your territory?â His thumb traced over the strip of leather before he handed it back, kneeling in front of you. âI like it. Put it on.â
Now it felt a little fair. You carried his scent with you and now he carried a piece of you too, a true âyouâre mineâ sort of dynamic.
Some say at Hera's wedding to Zeus, she was crowned with orange blossoms. Brides often wear blossom wreaths symbolising their innocence and purity. Wishing for eternal love and new beginnings.
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