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“lemme put it in baby, c’mon.” paul’s lips brush over the sensitive skin of your neck with every word. he mouths hotly against your pulse, as if he’s struggling not to sink his canines into your flesh. he feels like such a fucking leech. every instinct in his shapeshifting body is telling him to claim, claim, claim.
he pants like a mutt when he grinds his bulge against you. the only thing stopping him from slipping inside being his cargo shorts and your cotton panties. he can smell your essence, your arousal, your sweet fucking slick. yet you’re still teasing him. denying him of what he wants, what he needs. his whole body aches for you.
his body hovers above you. his visibly strong arms supporting him, so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. your legs are wrapped loosely around his hips, giving him access to your sweet heat. his supernatural warmth encompasses your half naked body, the worn t-shirt and underwear starting to feel like too many layers.
when you teasingly roll your hips back into his, he lets out a full body shudder. he full on moans into your neck, the sound going straight into your ear. his hand clenches your sheets into a fist so hard, you can hear the fabric rip on the corners of the bed. it’s like a new wave of desperation washes over him.
“c’mon pretty,” paul pants against your jaw. the hardness of his boner presses on your cloth-covered clit deliciously when he gives another roll of his hips. despite feeling good, the friction isn’t enough. he trails kisses up to your lips and huffs like he’s already fucking you.
“you want me.” he says it like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. his lips brush yours as he speaks in a mumbly tone, “please, baby. just say yes. lemme make you feel good..”
he shifts so his knees support his weight and he can grope at your body freely with his large hands. they slide under the hem of your baggy, sleep shirt, and immediately find purchase on your waist. his calloused palms tickle your skin as they slide up and down your torso, occasionally squeezing at your curves. he loves your body. healthy and warm. all his. his to protect and love and worship. his mate.
his hands slide up to your chest, groping eagerly at your bare breasts from under your sleep-shirt. he leans down so his front is covering yours once more and collides your mouths together. soft, needy sounds travel from his mouth to yours, as the kiss progressively gets more and more heated. he needs you. why are you teasing him like this?
“c’mon, c’mon..” he whispers into the kiss. his lips part desperately against yours while you kiss him back with just as much fervor. he swipes his thumbs over your nipples, while his hot tongue dances around with yours. he’s trying to do anything to convince you.
by the time the kiss breaks, paul is panting hotly against your lips. his eyes are lidded with need, and he’s rock hard against your core.
“please?” he pleads once more. there’s broken tone to his voice and his brows are furrowed with desperation. he nudges his nose against yours affectionately, his heart beating a mile a minute. all it takes is one single nod of your head, to have paul flipping you over onto your hands and knees. he practically rips your cotton underwear off, with promises to please his mate.
↳ ahh this is so ooc, sorry 😞 this is my first time writing something other than headcannons, plus i haven’t written anything since october last year. pls excuse the bad quality :( and remember requests are always open!
─── ꒲ nsfw size kink / public fucking blurb w jacob black . . . ❜ ﹗ ﹙୨꣒﹚ ⊹⠀ᯓ 𝄞 sore throat , malcolm todd ⌇ f!reader , ❜୧ ˙ ⁴⁴⁴
The tent is pitch black, the thin walls doing nothing to hide the distant laughter of the pack by the fire. You have to stay quiet. One moan too loud and everyone will know Jacob is balls-deep in you.
He doesn’t even try make it easy. The second he slipped back from patrol, he was on you—massive body crowding the tiny tent, one huge hand already clamped tight over your mouth. His palm covers half your face, fingers pressing into your cheek as he shoves your legs open.
“Shhh, baby. Not a fucking sound,” he growls hot against your ear, voice low and filthy. “Keep that pretty mouth covered and take this big cock like a good little cumslut f'me.”
He pushes in without warning. The thick head stretches you open, forcing your tight cunt to split around his massive girth.
Inch after heavy, veiny inch sinks deep until his hips meet your ass and the bulge of his cock presses obscenely against your lower belly.
Your eyes roll back, muffled whimpers vibrating against his palm.
“Fuck, feel how tight you are,” he groans quietly, grinding deep. “This greedy little pussy sucking me in—taking my cock s'well. So small, yet still swallowing every inch of my big dick... hmm baby?”
Jacob starts fucking you in slow, devastating rolls of his hips. His hand never leaves your mouth—pressing harder when your moans get too loud, thumb stroking your cheek like a twisted mix of control and affection.
His other arm hooks around your throat, pulling you into a tight headlock, caging you completely between his bicep and massive chest.
“Quiet, baby cmon...” he coos softly, lips brushing your ear. “The pack’s right outside. You want them to hear how sloppy and wet your cunt gets for me? Want Sam to know I’m breeding my sweet angel like an absolute fucktoy?”
You shake your head desperately, tears slipping down your face. Jacob chuckles darkly, his fingers curling around your hair as he slams in harder, his ridged abs grinding against your back with every thrust.
His cock is so deep it feels like somehow he’s in your throat at the same time. “That’s right. This pussy is mine, m' gonna fill it so deep angel."
He presses his hand firmer over your mouth as he rails you, muffling every broken cry as he cradles your head, kissing your head as he fucks you through it.
“Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my load for days. Gonna breed this slutty little cunt full, fill you up with my babies, hmm?”
His fingers find your clit, rubbing rough, messy circles while he keeps your mouth sealed shut to the best of his ability.
The headlock tightens, his bicep flexing against your neck as he fucks you harder.
“C’mon, baby. Cum on my cock while I keep you quiet. Milk every drop out of me like the perfect girl you are.”
Your screams are completely smothered by his big palm as waves of pleasure rip through you, finally coming around his thick veiny cock.
Jacob growls low and primal, burying himself to the hilt and pumping you full.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your insides, pulse after heavy pulse until it’s leaking out around his still-throbbing cock.
He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps you locked in his headlock, hand still firmly covering your mouth as he presses soft kisses to your temple.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice warm but still dripping with filth. “Such a quiet little cumdump for me. Kept that mouth shut and took every inch like you were made for it, didn't you sweetheart?.”
His cock twitches inside you, already getting hard again.
“Hand stays right here all night, baby. Gonna keep fucking this sloppy, bred cunt while I keep you nice and quiet.”
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Painfully shy reader getting absolutely obliterated drunk at the pub, losing all sense of timidity, and telling Gaz and Soap "I bet the reason Ghost actually hides his face is 'cause he knows everybody'd wanna sit on it".
Ghost overhearing, leaning over your shoulder, and letting you know "I'm just keeping your seat clean until you're ready to sit on it, love".
Obviously Simon fucks the embarrassment out of you the next day, but only after making sure you get your reserved seat nice and wet.
I started playing not too long ago, but I love the game a lot. And I've never seen this level of disrespect toward both the community and the studio's own employees. My heart is with you all. You are incredible! 🫶
Holy shit imagine realising that one day and going up to him with the most unhinged grin and crazed light in your eyes - "I wanna see your toe beans" and the poor wolf cant even begin to comprehend "I-? Huh?? Beans?" And so you sit him down and give him a crash course on pets and their toe beans and he's equal parts embarrassed at the sudden smothering of attention (he loves it) and also bursting with endearment when looking at your bright grin and unfiltered rant on the importance of beans
A/N: We will not be silent. We will not be silenced. #bringvalkoback #wewantvalko
Words: 4452
Warnings: none
Wooden bullets, a camouflage Hunter uniform, fingerless gloves… You checked yourself over in the reflection of the glass wall separating the row of desks from the chair circle your team had formed, your hand stroking your newly modified gun.
There were many reasons you had volunteered for this mission, one of them being wanting to prove yourself able to handle danger by yourself despite your rather passive Evol; another was that there was a slim chance that whatever beast the Hunter’s Association was intent on chasing down was like you—misunderstood and perhaps more powerful and capable of harm than they even realised.
There was so much you had yet to learn about yourself, things you couldn’t share with Tara, with Xavier, let alone Jenna. Sylus was the only one who knew—in fact, Sylus was the only one you could trust to keep your real potential a secret. For now.
“This,” Captain Jenna said, pointing at the projection on the screen, “is what we call the screamer. It’s a Protocore-powered device sending high-frequency sound waves undetectable by the human ear.”
An image of a wooden, cube-shaped contraption popped up.
“Our tech team built it using mahogany and oak. Due to its fragility and size, it will be difficult to travel with it, so we will deploy an action team to weaken the target before we can reach it with the screamer.”
“Judging by previous sightings and the state he left his battlefields in, we concluded that his Evol must be some form of Metallization. Basically, what this means is that he can either control any object made of metal, manipulate magnetic fields around him, or turn everyday objects into metal. Maybe it’s all three,” Tara explained.
There wasn’t much information to go by. The target was referred to as a beast, a creature half-man, half-wolf, a shapeshifter. You had read about them during your studies, before your final Hunter exam. They were rare—extremely rare. But they existed, more commonly known as werewolves. And as of right now, one of them was wreaking havoc across Linkon City. His motivations were, as of yet, unclear. For all you knew, he wasn’t even a true threat to the city. But after your past experiences with new types of Wanderers, caution was warranted.
Jenna nodded. “Once activated, approach with caution. At best, the screamer will force the wolf to its knees; at worst, it will briefly distract him. You might only have a small window to strike. Use that.”
You raised your hand. “I volunteer to march ahead on the frontline. If we fan out north, north-west and north-east of the no-hunt zone, we are bound to run into him sooner or later. We’ll send out flare signals as soon as we spot him.”
Jenna nodded. “Approved. We don’t need to get too close to him, merely close enough. But you’re not going alone.”
“Too many of us might give our location away. We’d make too much noise.”
“That’s true,” Tara said. “If his hearing is as good as we think it is, he’ll hear us from miles away.”
Jenna took a deep breath. “In this case, I propose a Hunter with an active Evol and hence the ability to defend themselves beyond guns and swords leads the frontline.”
The room remained silent. No one volunteered, and Xavier wasn’t present.
“Captain, I can do it,” you insisted. “If this Valko is only half as smart as we are, then he will know about our assets—minus our secret weapon, of course. He will expect someone with a high-damage Evol. We could catch him off guard and practice diplomacy. I promise I won’t try to fight him alone unless he attacks first. If he thinks I’m alone, he might be giving me intel we need. Please, Captain Jenna.”
Your supervisor sighed. “Fine. Approved. But no heroics, do you understand?”
“Understood.” No heroics. That shouldn’t be too difficult.
A twig snapped under the sole of your boot. You cursed quietly. You were close. He was close. There was a clearing opening up before you. Under different circumstances, it would have made the perfect spot for a picnic in the woods. But not today. Not right now. Not with danger lurking in the bushes.
“It’s not safe for a little bunny to be out here all by themselves… Don’t you know there are wolves in these woods?”
You froze when he stepped into view. He wasn’t fully transformed. He was…a man. A very tall, very muscled man. His red hair reflected the pale moonlight above you, peeking through the crowns of the trees, illuminating the small clearing just enough for you to spot a pair of dark wolf ears and a long, fluffy tail that was almost cute.
His yellow eyes bored into you like a hard diamond, pinning you in place as if the vines on the ground had snaked around your ankles to restrict your movement.
You couldn’t see his face, not with the snout-like mask he was wearing. Regardless, he matched the description the Hunter’s Association had briefed you on.
“Valko. That is your name, isn’t it?”
He took a step towards you, and your hand slowly wandered to the hilt of your gun—just in case.
“Who wants to know?”
“There is no need for violence. If you cooperate…”
He scoffed. “Cooperate?” Another step. But then, he paused. “Your scent…”
“My…scent?” You blinked.
“You smell…good.”
“That’s… not exactly what a sheep wants to hear from the wolf…” You muttered to yourself. You took a step back, hand tightening on your gun.
An amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Not a bunny? Are you a sheep?” Exceptional hearing, check.
“I’m a wolf in sheep's skin,” you retorted with all the courage you could muster. It was him; there was no doubt about it. If Tara’s research on him was true, then your weapon was useless. You’d have better chances fighting him with a wooden stick.
“A Deepspace Hunter, I take it? Your uniform and gear already gave you away. And they sent you out here, all by yourself? Alone? To capture the big bad wolf?”
“I’m just here to talk.”
Valko tilted his head. “You’re here to talk? Wolves don’t talk, bunny.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Then what do I call you? Wolfsbane? That’s a name you’ll have to earn first.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you force my hand.”
Valko chuckled. “Is that so?”
His hand barely moved, yet the invisible pull that flung your gun out of your grasp and against a tree, where it burst into dozens of pieces, was charged with so much sizzling force that your own Evol jumped, eager to dig its claws into his power and resonate with it. You could practically taste it on your tongue, like that faint flavour of metal, those times when you bit your tongue and swallowed your own blood.
Well, this was inconvenient. Those wooden bullets were utterly useless without your gun. What were you supposed to do? Bring a wooden sword? A plastic toy lightsaber? Damn it, where was your team?
He moved again, a slow step making the leaves under his boots crunch before he started at you with a speed invisible to the naked human eye. Alright. Hand-to-hand combat it was. You were strong. You trained for this. You could overpower him; you were smaller, faster…
Within the fraction of a second, he had you pinned against a tree, your right wrist trapped above your head with his hand tightly wrapped around it, and his strong, unnaturally warm body encaging you like prey.
You thrashed, bringing your knees up just in time to kick him in the chest. He let go to catch his balance, and the tree trunk behind you gave you momentum, allowing you to take a full swing at him with your clenched fist. His pained groan was all the confirmation you needed to know that the blow landed as it should have.
Valko didn’t go down, though. He lunged at you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and swinging you across him. His boot at the back of your head and his hand around the back of your neck were the only things that kept your head from colliding with the hard forest ground.
You huffed, snaked your legs around his calves and pulled hard on his arm. He went tumbling enough for you to flip over and straddle him for another blow.
“Are you insane?” Instead of attempting to land his own attacks, however, he simply snatched your wrists with a single hand and sat up, his devilishly beautiful face only inches from yours.
That…wasn’t fair. He didn’t even give you a chance to fight him properly. Damn it, he didn’t even fight back. You were a skilled Hunter, you were trained in hand-to-hand combat, you could take him if he just—
Valko reached up with his free hand, slowly tearing the mask from his face and tossing it aside. It dematerialised before it could hit the ground.
He was… he was handsome. Both Tara and you would have given him a ten out of ten had he popped up on one of the dating apps you stalked together every now and then during girls’ night. You gnashed your teeth. You didn’t want him to be handsome.
He leaned forward, his fangs inches from your throat… You squeezed your eyes shut, but the annihilating bite never came. He stilled almost entirely, his nose pressed against the crook of your neck, inhaling as if you were the only source of oxygen left in Linkon.
Stall him. You have to stall him.
“Who…are you?”
“A wild, unbound will, surrendered only by you.” He pulled back and smirked. He smirked? Why did he look so happy all of a sudden?
“W-What?” You blinked, palms pushing against his rock-hard chest in a futile attempt at pushing him off you. Those muscles were pure heaven. What?! No, stop thinking that!
“Mine…” he growled.
“What are you talking about? Back off!” Another shove. Valko did not budge an inch, his grip around your wrists remaining one of iron. His mouth opened slightly, warm lips brushing over your skin, a hot breath ghosting over it, fangs gently chafing along your neckline.
“My mate…” he mumbled, his voice deep and…feral. You swallowed. Did he just say mate?
You twisted your left wrist in his grasp, desperate to activate your Hunter’s Watch and call for back-up—only to realise that whatever he had done to the magnetic field surrounding you had rendered your tech completely useless.
Both Xavier and Tara were on their way, and they had a whole team with them, armed with more wooden bullets along with the screamer. If you held out just a little longer, if you stalled long enough for them to reach you… wait. Could they even still see your live location?
“Your heart is pounding… are you afraid of me?”
He answered the question before a single sound could escape your lips.
“Don’t be. You’re under my protection now.”
“What are you even talking about? I don’t need protection.”
“Maybe you don’t. But I’ll give it to you anyway.”
You gasped, unable to process your world turning upside down when he jumped to his feet and threw you over his shoulder without even the hint of a stagger. Next thing you knew, you were flying. Not literally—but Valko was running through the woods so fast he might as well have been lifting off the ground.
“Let me down! Let me down right now!” Struggling against his tight grip, you flailed helplessly.
“You think I didn’t smell them? You were luring them to me, but all they would have run into is a blood bath. You should thank me, bunny. They’re your friends, aren’t they? I’m showing them more mercy than they deserve for attempting to cage me like a dog. Consider it my engagement gift to you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, a mild distraction mixing in with utter shock at how close your face was to his perky butt right now. “Your what gift?”
“Stop squirming. We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?!” Your voice cracked, a hysterical cry breaking free from your lungs when he leapt across a small cliff, up to the mouth of a dark cave. Pale moonlight reflected on the smooth stone, gravel crunching beneath his soles when he landed and hoisted you into his arms like a bride.
You peeked at your Hunter’s Watch. There was still no signal; in fact, the small screen remained black even when you shifted in his forced embrace to tap it.
Ignoring your ongoing protest, he carried you into the cave. A temporary hideaway, perhaps, but certainly not his home…right?
“Let me down,” you demanded once more. This time, he obliged.
Furs lay scattered on the cold stone ground, a fireplace with logs to sit on surrounding it near the entrance. He put you down in front of what resembled an armchair but was simply a stone carved to look like a piece of furniture with more furs draped over it.
You weren’t alone. About half a dozen yellow eyes met you with curiosity, wolf ears perked, and tails on high alert. His pack.
“Uh… hi.” They didn’t…exactly look scary. At least, not as scary as Valko.
You crossed your arms, locking your eyes on him when he turned around and took a few steps back to give you space. Damn it, it would be a lot easier to see him as the beast he had been introduced to you by the Association if he actually looked like…well, a beast! But he didn’t. You longed to scratch him behind those wolf ears and to touch that fluffy tail to test if it was as soft as it looked. And you certainly didn’t mind the idea of exploring the rest of his body either. Stop that, will you?!
“Explain.” Crossing your arms before your chest, you waited. He didn’t seem as hostile as he was when you first laid your eyes on him, less…threatening. It was almost like he completely switched up his personality and behaviour towards you as soon as he smelled your…your scent? Yeah, what the heck was that all about?
“You’re my mate,” he said as if it were obvious. The werewolves behind you gasped—and sniffed. Valko stepped in front of you. “No one touches her without my permission,” he roared. You peeked behind you just in time to see them lower their heads in respect. Wow.
“What’s a mate? And you can’t just kidnap me because you think you’ve got some wolfy claim on me, you know!” You rose, pushing him away to emphasise your words.
“I didn’t kidnap you. You were the one hunting me down, remember?”
“I’m a Deepspace Hunter! It’s what we do! It’s your fault for causing a ruckus! Are you or are you not involved with EVER?”
Valko had the audacity to sigh. “I promise, I’ll explain everything to you. Sit. Please?” He was pouting. He was actually pouting. Pressing a metaphorical slow-motion button, you sank into the soft furs, yet remained on high alert.
“How much do you know about wolves?” he began.
“So you really are a werewolf?”
Valko smirked. “What, were you all just making guesses?”
“They’re rare. Closer to a myth than based on real sightings and scientific studies.”
“Correct.”
He paused, and you stared at him. He sighed.
“Yes, I am a werewolf. No, I don’t only transform on a full moon. I have full control over my shapeshifting abilities, but I do get stronger on a full moon. My sense of smell, sight and taste is heightened, comparable to that of a real wolf; silver does not harm me, and yes, my Evol happens to be Metallization, rendering your little toy guns useless. The wooden bullets were a cute idea, though.”
“How does it work?”
“My Evol?”
“I can manipulate magnetic fields around me to bend metal objects to my command or metalise objects entirely.” Tara had been right then. It was all three.
“Werewolves are not as rare as you think. We’re simply…very good at hiding. We don’t interfere in primitive society unless it’s absolutely necessary, and if we do, we blend in.”
“Primitive society?”
He nodded, his expression dead-serious. “Your need for work, money, meaningless trinkets, this underlying sense of duty to do your part, pay your bills, then roll over and die. You know, all that.”
Shit. He had a point. “It’s not all bad,” you tried. “This system ensures—”
“…ensures that the rich stay rich? Society is a slave to politics, mostly men in power who don’t care for the well-being of their people. We do.”
You scoffed. “What, you’re saying your strict wolf hierarchy is any better?”
“It is.”
“What’s your rank then?”
“I’m an Alpha.”
You sighed. “Of course you are.”
Valko raised an eyebrow. A minute of silence followed.
“And earlier, you called me…you called me your mate.”
“You are.”
You blinked. “I’m going to need a bit more information than that.”
“Every wolf, werewolf or otherwise, has one fated mate destined to be by their side. They are ours to protect, ours to care for, and ours to serve. Few of us are lucky enough these days to ever find them. Once we find our companion, it becomes our life duty and honour to protect and care for them. It’s…tricky to explain if you’re not a wolf, but when you first meet them and pick up their scent…you just know.”
You blinked, images of his naked, sweaty body above you flashing before your inner eye. What in the…?
“How would you even know? You’ve never met me before. You don’t even know my name. And I’m not a wolf.”
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when he stated your name in full. It rolled off his tongue like a prayer, like he was tasting the words like a sweet piece of chocolate melting in his mouth. “I keep tabs on things, you know. And I pay attention to details. And… There is one thing you need to understand, bunny. Wolves mate for life.”
Your heart jumped—and not for entirely negative reasons, which was, arguably, worse. “I never agreed to be your mate. In fact, you kidnapped me and dragged me to your cave like I’m your dinner.”
He snorted. “Don’t tempt me.”
“My colleagues are going to come look for me. You can’t keep me captive forever. They’ll hunt you down and stake you.”
“Stake me?” It was the first time he laughed. It was a pleasant sound, much to your dismay. “I’m not a vampire, bunny.”
No. But Sylus was, more or less. Where was Mephisto when you needed him to send a message?
“You’re not my captive,” he went on. “If you want to leave, I am not going to stop you. But that will not keep me away from you. I will watch over you.”
Your jaw dropped, but your Hunter’s Watch beeped before you could respond. Two messages from Tara and three from Xavier chimed in. The reception returned for a split second. Was he aware? Or had he let the messages slide through on purpose?
“I need reassurance from you.”
“Sure. About what, exactly?”
“Your involvement with EVER. I am willing to hear you out, but you, your company and your pack have been causing panic in the city. I need to know your intentions. I need to know you mean no harm to its citizens. If EVER is threatening you… We can help. We’ve dealt with them before.”
“It’s not like that.”
“And we’re quite civilised, thank you very much,” one of the werewolves cut in with a deep frown. “We’re not interested in gobbling up Little Red Riding Hoods like you.”
“Rude. I’m not even wearing red!”
“Give us some privacy, will you?” Valko said. The werewolves retreated almost immediately. Who knew how deep this cave was. “It’s true we have dealings with EVER but not in the way you think. I can’t tell you yet; it would put our entire operation at risk. But I can take you to my research facility and prove it to you.”
“When?”
“Whenever you’re ready. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next week. You’re welcome in my lab anytime, bunny.”
“If I take you up on this offer, if I get clearance by the Association…” (Which you probably wouldn’t and you’d have to improvise if you wanted answers.) “Then what do I tell my colleagues?”
“Tell them you lost track of me. That’s safest for everyone. Tell them I wasn’t hostile and that I didn’t try to attack you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “But you did try to attack me.”
“You pulled a gun on me, bunny. It was self-defence. You throw a neat punch, by the way. My cheekbones still hurt.”
You scoffed. “I need to go back. They’re looking for me.” You climbed back on your feet, moving towards the mouth of the cave. Valko wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close before you could take another step.
“I can’t let you do that.”
Your heart sank. “And why not?”
“It’s not safe.”
Valko took a deep breath. “Look, we are in this no-hunt zone because we’re tracking a rival pack. It’s too dangerous out there at night, especially not this close to a full moon.”
“I can handle myself.”
“I have no doubt you can, bunny. But these wolves are ruthless. They’d tear you to pieces long before you’d even have a chance to shoot. And once they smell that you’re mine, they’re going to hunt you too because by hurting you, they’re hurting me.”
“They’ll smell that you’re…that I’m your ‘mate’?”
“They will. Please. You’ll be safe here, I swear it. I know this is all a lot to take in, but I promise to you that I won’t let any harm come to you.” Valko offered you his hand, his grip around your waist loosening. You hesitated.
Could you trust him? Every single Hunter training you’d ever pushed through pointed to doing the opposite. But the way he’d cradled you earlier, like a cherished bride…you couldn’t believe he meant to harm you or keep you hostage to blackmail the Hunter’s Association.
His smile when you took his hand was so genuine it warmed your heart.
“I can’t just stay here without telling anyone.”
“I’ve blocked your GPS signal to hide our location. They won’t find you here.”
“That does sound like kidnapping to me, you know,” you grumbled.
“Let me finish. New plan. Contact them tomorrow. Tell them we took you in because of the hostile wolves we are chasing. Request a meeting with the chairman of EonCore Tech, and he will clear things up for you.”
“Who’s the chairman of EonCore Tech?”
Valko smirked. “Me.”
Your face fell. “You?”
“Me. I know I’m asking for a lot for very little in return, but your life will be in danger if you go back out there.”
“You have no idea what I am capable of. Besides, that is one more reason for me to go back and warn my colleagues.”
“How long will it take for them to abort the mission for tonight?”
“Midnight. The deadline is midnight. But there will be a search party out for me.”
“I know,” Valko growled. “This is a surprise for me too, bunny. I don’t know who you are, not yet. But I will know you. Your likes, your dislikes, your habits, your pet peeves, how you drink your milk tea and what food makes your mouth water. I will know everything about you.”
“And what if I don’t want that?”
Valko remained silent for a long moment. “You really think me the villain, don’t you?”
“Convince me otherwise.”
“I will.” Your lips parted when he approached and knelt before you, his hands by his side. “We have a common enemy. If you can’t trust me yet, trust that. Okay?”
“…Okay.” You weren’t entirely sure what compelled you to agree with him. But, strangely enough…you did feel safe around him. Like he would rip apart heaven, hell and Earth to keep you out of harm’s way.
He nodded. “You should get some rest now. You look exhausted.”
You eyed him, letting your gaze drift further into the pitch-black cave and then back to him.
“They will not touch you. And I’m not leaving you.”
After what felt like ten full minutes of contemplation, you finally sank onto the makeshift bed covering the ground near the wall. Hidden enough to provide protection from the wind, it was, however, way too chilly in here to even think about sleep regardless.
“I don’t usually sleep in caves,” you mumbled. It was surprisingly more comfortable than you’d expected. You leaned back, folding into what resembled a fetal position. Like hell you’d take off your armour.
“Me neither, bunny.”
You frowned.
“What, did you think I live like a wolf all the time? I have a house, you know. It’s quite spacious, actually. You should come visit.”
Valko lay down next to you, inching closer until he could drape his arm around you.
“What…do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re shivering. I’m keeping you warm.”
You blinked. You weren’t opposed to this. You weren’t opposed to this at all. But you barely knew this guy!
“You feel it too, don’t you? Somehow…”
You bit your lower lip and turned, presenting him your back. Mistake. Bad mistake. His warm breath against the back of your neck sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine. “Fine. Just…keep your hands in appropriate places.”
You’d barely finished your half-hearted warning when he shifted even closer, nuzzling your neck and rubbing his nose over whatever bare skin he could find. You sucked in a sharp breath. The man was so big he almost enveloped you whole. Your entire body longed to lean against him, to rest your head against his chest and let him worship every inch of you. Oh, you… Snap out of it!
“There. That’ll do for now,” he said softly.
“What…was…that?” You were panting. Why were you panting?!
“I made sure to get my scent all over you. The other wolves in the area that are part of my pack will know that you’re mine, and they will protect their Alpha’s mate with their life.”
You swallowed. “I’m not…yours.” You didn’t sound convinced. Fuck, you didn’t sound convinced at all.
You could practically feel him smirk behind you. "Looks like you're a wolfsbane after all."
And yet, against all reason…you fell asleep in his arms that night.
A/N: Part 2 is cooking and will feature his nightly visit to MC’s balcony! ♥ I have more Imagines planned for him, and for the other love interests (and other characters in general) too, of course. I'm not gone, pinky promise! Work this year has been crazy and this mess with Valko sort of rattled me awake!
his voice comes out soft, the light from your phone screen the only thing illuminating the dark room. the timestamp on top of his contact photo— the photo you took of him all curled up against your lap— reads almost 6 hours. Six hours of idle chatter, comfortable silence, and gentle reassurance.
"mmm.. 'm here, valko", you mumble out, half asleep and barely present.
valko's been out for a while. it was suppose to be a 2 day work thing, but his project got extended indefinitely. he's apologized over and over again. that's how you've found yourself, calling him during the late night when the thoughts are too much and the night is too long.
at the sound of your voice, you can hear his breathing steady out, and a small ruffle. a sound that's all to familiar for you.
"I can hear your tail thumping, val", you murmur into the phone. on his the rhythmic swishing seems to speed up, and you can't help but giggle out.
"there you are", valko's words are nothing short of love and adoration, "my favorite sound in the world. I could pick up on your laugh anywhere."
the phone starts to ring, the screen glowing with a 'puppy💚 is requesting to facetime'. you waste to time, clicking accept and seeing his face fill the screen.
"hi"
"hi", you say back. it's always like this with him. being with valko means existing in a space where silence is as warm as his embrace. but it's easier when he's there, given that his love language is physical touch.
you're breath comes out shakier than you intended, "...I miss you, Val". his ears, the same fluffy wolf ears that you help him brush every morning, flatten against his skull.
"I know love, I know", he coos gently. its overwhelming in the best ways, the way he's still so present despite the distance. he knows your tells better than anyone else, the little stutter in your breath, the way you wrap yourself deeper in your hoodie— his hoodie— to try and regulate yourself. the way you're fighting back the tears because he's not there to wipe them away.
he lefts out a soft whine, akin to a puppy's cry. "hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He keeps talking, telling you about the new project he's working on, a book that he's in the middle of, how he took over an hour brushing his tail out since you usually help him with it.
his melodic voice calms you down, enough where the pit on your stomach is filled only with the love you have for him, and he has for you.
"...and I've got your blanket with me, just in case you were wondering where it went. sorry not sorry, but I needed my fix of your scent somehow, and-"
valko's ramble dies down when his ears hear how your breathing has steadied, how your eyes are fighting back sleep. he smiles, laying down and facing the phone to his face.
"sleep, love. I'll be right here. I'll be back to hold you soon."
and for a moment, everything seems like it's going to be okay.
i cried while writing this. several times. i miss our wolf.
valko pays for your claws nails so you'll scratch tf out of his back!
content: fem reader, scratching, blood from scratching, sex, piv, mating press, not proofread
wc: 860
a/n: there is no war in ba sing se. there is no valko cancellation. forget about him being nuked and read this.
your hands smooth over the muscular expanse of valko’s back, dull nails tracing the dips and curves. he shivers and pushes back into your fingers, purring slightly. he shuffles food around in the popping skillet, looking at you over his shoulder.
“i like your back.” you mumble and pepper kisses against it.
valko smirks and steps back, crowding you. “it’s looking a little bare, don’t you think?”
“mmm? looks fine to me.”
“it would look better than fine if someone marked it up.” he turns the skillet off and turns to face you, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them into a clawing gesture.
valko chuckles and ‘grrs’ for you, pretending like you’re some vicious predator.
you raise an eyebrow and look at your short nails. “won’t that hurt?”
he holds your nails in his palms and presses on the edge of them, feeling for the sharpness. “sweetheart, these wouldn’t even hurt a pup. you remember i’m a werewolf, riiight?” he smiles. “i’ve been scratched by newborns with longer claws.”
you hum and consider it. “well… even if i did want to scratch you, my nails would break before they got long enough.”
valko pats the tops of your hands and lets them go, going back to cooking. “i’ll pay for you to get acrylics. any shape, length, color you want- you could even get a design.”
“are you sure?” you ask skeptically. despite knowing that your boyfriend was rich rich, you still felt bad spending his money.
the very next day, you had long stiletto nails in a deep plum color.
valko was ecstatic when he saw them, but paused when he examined them further. you’d gotten his initials painted on your ring fingers- a suggestion from the nail artist. you’d been worried it was too much… what if valko didn’t like it?
…valko liked it. probably a little too much, considering how he was fucking you so deep into the memory foam mattress that you were sure your indentation would be there for years to come.
“nnghhhh!! ‘ko- shit!” you breathed out, gasping for air as his thick cock drilled against your cervix.
your nails pressed dully into his skin, not quite scratching or piercing the skin.
valko groaned and moved forward, pressing your knees fully beside your head into a deep mating press. “scratch me. dig your nails in- hmmmm.” he whined out.
you pressed down harder, raking your nails down the expanse of his back and raising the skin in red streaks.
“yes- fuck, perfect. harder, dig in harder, i know you’re strong. show me how strong you are.” valko’s breath hitched and he let out a pleased moan when you followed his instructions.
you whined and babbled incoherently about how good he felt, how deep he was in you while your nails left scratches on his back in every direction.
you mindlessly clawed at his skin, searching desperately for something to hold onto and he fucked you harder than you’d ever felt.
“s’ good.. such a good mate, so accommodating, scratching the shit out of me.” valko praises, voice gruff in your ear.
“mmhmmm.” you whine. he switches his angle ever so slightly, hitting upward and bullying the spot deep inside you that makes your vision white out.
you screech and dig your nails into his back hard, hard enough to make him groan and stutter.
“fuck! cumming- cu- shit, holy shit.” valko moans out, collapsing on top of you as he fills you the condom full of his thick cum.
you’re both in a hazy sort of bliss that only sex can give for a handful of minutes after. you’re only brought out of it when valko stands to go get a warm towel for you and your eyes meet his back- your canvas.
you gasp and sit up weakly. "valko!”
valko turns, on high alert and scanning the room. “what- what? fuck, don’t scare me like that-”
“your back is bleeding!” you interrupt, crawling towards him on shaky limbs.
valko pauses and reaches to touch his back, looking at his bloody fingers. “oh.”
“i’m so sorry- oh my god, i’m evil, i’m terrible!” you ramble, tears brimming your eyes.
when you look up at valko, he’s… smiling?! ear to ear, at that! “what the hell is the matter with you?! i injured you!” you yell, tossing a pillow at him in frustration.
valko smiles and walks to the edge of the bed, cradling your cheek with his clean hand. “you marked me up, just like every good mate should. here, take a picture for me.” he grabs his phone from the nightstand and hands it to you, turning around.
you open the camera and snap a picture, trying not to drool over it. you’d marked him up good- he had red streaks in all directions, blood trickling from most of them. weirdly, the sight made a new wetness form between your legs.
valko looked at the picture cleared his throat, a flush rising on his cheek. something else rose, right beside your face, thick and leaking pre again.
since that day, your nails were always done and valko’s back was always painted ruby red.
a/n: no one be sad!!!! everyone be happy!! valko lives on, i promiseeee yall everything will be okay. do you really think mama rhi would let anything happen to our valko? no!!
You weren't sure how you ended up in this situation. It was just a normal night out with your friends. So, why did were you currently bend over, a cock stretching out your pussy and another fucking your throat?
You had never even imagined that people like Caleb and Valko would even be open to sharing. Let alone like this.
Your brain was mush, you weren't sure how many times you'd cum already- All you knew was that someone was holding you up by the hips as he fucked into you. You could feel the arousal dripping down your thighs. Was it Valko behind you? Or was it Caleb?
Your head was buried between someone's thighs. His cock hitting the back of your throat, making your gag and choke.
"That's it, Pips. Doing so good for us." Caleb purred as he manhandled you up and down his dick.
You looked up with watery eyes at him. Oh- Okay- That meant it was Valko that was fucking you from behind.
His balls slapped your clit mercilessly and he hands held your hips so tightly. You were pretty sure his claws were going to leave a mark.
"I'm about to cum." Valko grunted, "Want my knot, pretty girl?"
You weren't sure if you answered. You think you did. Your brain thought of an answer, at least. You just didn't know if your mouth was able to articulate it or not.
Caleb chuckled infront of you. "Yeah, you want it from both ends, don't you?"
This time you were sure you said something. Too bad you just choked on Caleb's dick though.
"Almost there-" Valko announced and Caleb geared up as well.
"Ready, Pips?" Caleb asked.
Neither waited for an answer this time and you screamed around Caleb's cock as you felt Valko's dick swell up inside your cunt. The stretch made you dizzy and then you felt it. Thick ropes of cum flooding you from both ends.
Whilst Valko had your pussy plugged, you were barely able to swallow everything Caleb gave you. A lot of it simply dripping down your chin.
You felt him twitch and empty himself in your throat then gently pull out. Fucking hell, your jaw hurt. But you didn't slump down to the bed. Carefully, Valko pulled you back against his chest. You took heavy breaths as he whispered soft praises in your ear.
Meanwhile, Caleb left the bed and came back with a warm damp washcloth.
"Hey, you." He said sweetly and cleaned your face.
Valko caressed your body, massaging away the ache as Caleb cleaned you up with kind hands.
"Drink up." He helped you hydrate again. You hummed and giggled deliriously then passed out. He looked at Valko and then down at where he was locked into you. "How long until it goes down?" He asked causally.
"Usually about 40 minutes." He said, laying flat on his back and your head lulled back against his shoulder.
"Lucky bastard." Caleb pouted and sat next to him. He couldn't believe that Valko just got to stay in you that long.
Valko gave a wide grin. "What can I say? Biological perks."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Caleb waved him off. "I'm gonna order take out. She'll be starving when she wakes up."
"Mhmm. And she needs all the energy she can get for the weekend I've planned for the three of us." Valko winked.
Meanwhile, you were fast asleep on Valko's chest, pussy full of cum and plugged in. No idea what you in for.
you had lost count. no, scratch that, you'd gave up counting moments ago of how many times you’d come tonight.
you were utterly breathless: eyes blurry, mind hazy after another exceedingly euphoric release, yet valko seemed like he was far from done with you.
he eyes your nakedness, amusement evident on his lethal visage like you were the center of the universe — worshipping every curve of your body with his sharp, sinful gaze.
he’s catching his breath — ragged, shallow — as he took his time scanning how beautiful of a mess he'd gotten you into. your sprawled-out frame spasmed from overstimulation on his wrinkled sheets, babbling out sweet pleas as you convulsed from your high — an indecent spectacle that only further awakened his animalistic desire.
fuck. he can't help but curse on his mind, groaning as he feels his blood coursed down to where he throbs relentlessly for you.
“valko…”
you called, the tone coming out breathy, almost pleading, and tainting with pleasure. you could feel the radiating burn of his skin against you. it felt electrifying, delectably addicting even, you can't help but mewl at the sensation.
the golden hue of his gaze didn't leave the rawness of your form as you felt the warmth of his palm spreading your legs further, pumping the hardness of his cock with the other, readying for another round.
oh dear. he’s insatiable.
“oh, val—fuck.” you cried out, body shivering from oversensitivity from his small movement.
despite your glossy vision, you could tell he was…amused. his eyes glinted with a perfect combination of inextinguishable need and desire.
who wouldn't be? when he gets to see such a picturesque view beneath him for his eyes alone. with an exasperated sigh, he tapped his heaviness against your slick fold—a clear gesture of his impatience. and you moaned at the pressure, biting the flesh of your lip a little harder.
the warmth of his cock radiates deliciously onto your pooling cunt, and as if fuel to a flame, you burn with the desire for each other relentlessly.
“spread your legs wider for me.” he ordered brusquely, his voice tainting with an immense degree of greed, need — almost predatory — that only turned you on more. and you listened. you obliged like a reflex as you spread your legs exactly like he wants, pussy squelching lewdly as your folds open, beholding your glistening hole.
“fuck…” he licked his lips, attempting to swallow the sinful groan he might slip out.
“wider…”
dear god. you moaned at his needy request. and without hesitation, you obliged — a brazen act that snaps the last string of his restraints.
you're driving him insane.
“fuuck. you think you could take my cock with that gap?” his chuckle reverberates on his chest and god, the way he sounds, it was addictive.
you’re too lost from the hazy bliss of experience that you hadn't realized the sneaky deed he's orchestrating.
biting his lip, he pressed the fatness of his tip in you — splitting you open with a soppy squelch.
“ha—ah!” you gasped at the abrupt pressure, eyes rolling back from the familiar ecstatic stretch between your hips. god, he's that huge.
and with a devious smirk on his face, he leans closer until you could feel the warm fan of his breath against your ears, grazing the sharpness of his canines right there before growling impatiently. “wider.”
omfg he's hereee! my man is here! i've been waiting for him for sooo long TT ik he might or might not come out ooc in here (since no one knew about his characteristic yet) but i wrote this as quick as I could because i love him already no matter what.
Mmmmmm….. knight!Simon who fell in love with whore!reader and promised he’d return when he had earned enough to buy her freedom and take her as his wife. He disappears, and you hear rumors of his capture, that he has almost certainly died. You weep for him— of course those romantic dreams were too good to be true.
Only for a knight in dark armor to approach your brothel on horseback, a skull plate welded to his helm, a sword with blood still flaking from its pommel at his hip. The madame has you all lined up, smacking those who dare to tremble in front of an honored guest with her riding crop. A bag of gold, far more than the price for a single night, gets tossed on the counter as a hand gauntleted in black steel points at you.
“Sir, this is more tha—“
“Not ‘ere to stay the night. Oi’m takin’ that one with me.”
﹙♡﹚yeah, no. valko won't become lost media under my watch. infold gave me enough information to make myself a general idea regarding his personality, so you best believe he's going to be considered the sixth and official li in this blog. love him so much 𐙚˙⋆.˚
it had been raining horribly for days, and going outside was a questionable choice.
you were focused on your screen, watching a silly drama series while clutching a cushion, your eyebrows furrowed.
you truly needed the entertainment, or else you'd bore yourself after thirty-six hours of confinement.
“how dumb, why doesn't he just confess…?” you whispered to yourself, taking a sip of your sweet, warm tea without looking away from the unnecessarily heartbreaking scenes.
just then, you heard a knock on your door.
it was five past eleven, no one in their right mind would go out so late, let alone when it was raining like crazy.
you paused the series and went to your door with soft, hesitant steps, your eyes narrowing.
“...who is it?” you asked, not daring to open the door just yet.
a soft whining noise caught your attention, most likely a puppy's.
did someone abandon a pup on your doorstep?
oh gosh, who'd do such a thing?
you opened it immediately, and when you looked down, expecting to see a wet box with a poor little creature inside, you found a pair of polished yet soaked shoes instead.
“gotcha,” a voice echoed, making you jump and look up.
ah, of course.
valko, with a stupid grin on his face.
“you… what are you—?” the words died in your mouth as he stepped inside, drenched, water droplets falling onto your clean floor.
he discarded his coat and shook his entire body like a dog, not only making a mess, but getting you just as wet.
“valko!” you squeaked, covering your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself from the flying water.
he looked around briefly before sniffing the air, his nostrils flaring softly. he left muddy footprints all the way to the kitchen, his large frame looking out of place inside your cozy apartment.
you grunted under your breath, picking up his wet coat with the tips of your fingers, trying to avoid the small puddles he left carelessly behind.
he checked your pantry, then your fridge, his eyes slowly travelling around.
he only turned around when he sensed your presence behind him.
“you can't just come in and make a mess, valko!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “what is this? why are you here so late? and… step away from the fridge, you're wet and you'll catch a cold!”
he straightened up and looked down at you.
“you don't have much protein,” he said, pointing back at the fridge before closing the door. “you need meat.”
you parted your lips to speak, then frowned.
what was this?
an inspection?
he kept walking around, and you followed despite yourself.
now, valko and you had… a thing.
you'd say it was casual, occasional.
you liked him, and he liked you, but you felt it'd be too rushed to invite him over to your sacred place, even though it'd been going on for months.
so, having him here, invading every inch as if he owned the place, was not in your plans.
he entered every room, analysing the furniture and your unmistakable scent.
he sat down on your bed, his large hands dragging one of your plushies over and holding it hostage against his chest.
that's when he finally addressed you.
“it's nice,” he nodded, leaning against the headboard. “it's big enough to have four or five pups running around.”
you immediately felt your skin turn hot, your eyes wide.
your heart almost gave out with how fast it was beating.
“v-valko?”
“okay, what about three?” he arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “and then three more when we move to my place. it's bigger.”
you finally had enough.
you stomped closer and yanked the plushie away, holding it close.
this man—
“you can't— you… first of all, you're getting my bed all wet! second of all, you…” you took a sharp inhale, closing your eyes briefly. “you can't just casually mention… c-children, valko.”
he looked down at the damp mattress before meeting your gaze again.
his fluffy ears emerged, and you hated when they did.
it was a vile tactic, a dirty move, especially when… when he made them go all droopy, and his golden eyes looked so sad…
oh, that sweet face…
no!
“stop, valko!” you turned around and closed your eyes. “bad boy, bad!”
seconds later, a pair of strong arms coiled around your waist, easily lifting you off the ground.
he nuzzled the back of your head and inhaled your scent, his tail swishing softly behind him.
“why didn't you tell me to come over sooner?” he asked, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.
you planned to squirm away and get out of his grasp, yet instead, you found yourself freezing in place.
you didn't expect him to ask that.
“why did i have to invite myself in?” he continued, his tone dropping even lower. “you didn't want me here, in your space?”
“valkie… isn't it too soon?” you whispered. “it's only been a couple of months…”
“soon?” he echoed, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your soft tummy. “it's been one hundred and fifty-seven days. that's five full moons, little bunny.”
your eyes fluttered, finally opening after a while. all you could see were your legs suspended in the air.
“we should be married by now. you, marked. me, claimed,” he nuzzled your jawline from behind, lingering there a little longer. “how much longer am i supposed to wait?”
“valko…”
“you keep saying my name. if you like it that much, use it to beg for me to make you mine.”
you gasped, his words making you feel a strange warmth in your chest, and a dizziness you couldn't explain.
he sat down all of a sudden, pulling you onto his lap. your back was against his chest, and he hid his face in your neck, as if it were his refuge.
you thought he'd grow uncontrollable, that you'd have to throw a cushion his way and make him calm down, that he'd mark you right then and there, taking what he saw as rightfully his.
but the seconds went by, slowly, and instead of the situation escalating, you heard a small whine, muffled and low.
his arms tightened around your body, refusing to let go.
“...please,” he whispered. “how much longer, bunny?”
your heart melted.
you didn't know if you were ready.
hell, you didn't even know if he was being serious about the six kids, and if he was, then you had lots of things to think about beforehand.
but the idea of being his, of being marked and claiming him as yours in return, wasn't strange.
you'd had a taste of what valko would be like as a partner for… a lot of days, as he so explicitly recalled, and you didn't regret a single moment spent with him.
“i… i'm not sure yet, valko,” you whispered, not daring to move an inch. “i can't give you a date.”
he sighed, and while you weren't looking at him, you knew his tail had dropped when you could no longer hear it thump against your bed anymore.
“but…” you continued.
one of his ears perked up with interest, his golden eyes now bright.
“but you… could stay the night. get to know where i live, and… explore my space.”
that's all it took for valko to stand up again, turn you around with ease, and pull you against his chest in a tight hug.
his tail wagged like a propeller, and he buried his nose in your hair, shamelessly taking deep breaths to carry your scent with him for longer.
“two more full moons at most,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “no more.”
“valko, i just said—”
“i'll go clean up,” he kissed your lips, tilting your chin up with his index finger just to keep you in place. your eyes shut, and you instinctively returned the kiss, though it took you a few seconds to react.
when he pulled back, he brushed your lower lip with his thumb, noticing how it glistened with his saliva under the soft light of your lamp.
marked.
his.
“don't go anywhere,” he whispered, and that crooked, stupid grin came back to his face.
you were left speechless as he left your bedroom, his chest puffed out, and his fangs showing as he smirked.
you knew he'd take this as an opportunity to snoop around and mark his territory however he could, but instead of irritating you even more, you found it… somewhat adorable.
the rain kept falling outside, and your laptop had long since run out of battery, but you didn't mind.
the wet puppy now invading your space, checking whether you had enough food, whether your windows were secure enough, or whether your plushies were fluffier than him, was far more interesting than anything else.~
the moment Valko hears you crying, he’s by your side.
it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.
nothing is more important than his mate.
“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.
he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.
Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.
“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”
Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.
“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”
you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.
“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”
so you do.
you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.
he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.
you’re his mate, after all. and he’s never going to leave you.
Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door you’re exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You don’t even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.
Valko doesn’t say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like he’s trying to wrap you up completely.
“Bad day?” he finally murmurs, voice soft.
You nod, leaning into him. He doesn’t need more than that.
Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you don’t) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if you’re feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.
“You did so good today,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”
His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.
When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.
“I’ve got you,” he says simply. “You can rest now. I’m right here.”
You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.
Valko stays there as long as you need, content to be your personal heater, weighted blanket, and safe place all in one.
You had just entered Valko’s research lab, hoping to possibly catch him for a little lunch break together.
As the door slid shut behind you, you paused to look around. Your eyes were pulled by the various beeping and blinking of the advanced tech surrounding you, but there was no sign of the redhead anywhere.
“Valko?!” You called out, to no response. Stepping deeper into the facility, you reminded yourself that he had granted you unrestricted access to his equipment, space, and personnel; You figured he certainly wouldn't mind you making yourself at home while you waited.
Then, a gleam in the corner of your eye drew your attention. You turned to look at it, only to find Valko’s nightprowl suit, all pristine and shiny, displayed in a sleek glass case. A devious idea popped into your head. I meannn, he did say you could use anything you wanted.
So there you were, drowning in the enormous jacket. You had initially intended to try on the whole suit, but the boots alone proved to be absurdly heavy, tiring your feet after just a few steps. Realizing the rest of the gear would be just as exhausting, you settled for just the overcoat, the one that spanned Valko's entire length, complete with the hood and ear slots.
You had to admit, though, that it was insanely comfy. The hem of it, which almost hit Valko's feet when he wore it, was now pooling at the floor, acting as a makeshift mop as you walked around the lab. The hood, meanwhile, completely covered your head, and in fact half your face too, the ear pockets flopping around without the usual support Valko’s ears provided.
You told yourself you'd put it back before he came, but the plush warmth draping over your shoulders made it too easy to delay, until the man himself finally came back into his office.
Uh oh. You sheepishly turned around to the sound of a door clicking shut, finding Valko standing there with his head tilted and a brow cocked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. Yet, when he caught the full view of you when you turned around, his breath hitched and his eyes darkened imperceptibly. He noticed how small and vulnerable you looked enveloped in his gear, your face caught in a guilty expression with those droopy, puppy-like ears adorning your head.
Obviously, Valko was a werewolf. And he was well aware that this came with certain... wolfish instincts. Yet right now, how intensely territorial he felt towards you surprised even himself, and it took him all his will to not immediately pin your small body up against a wall and shove his dick in you all the way till you were filled with him.
“Valko– I need a break- hic,” you whimpered breathily, your voice utterly tired from the hours he’d spent dutifully worshipping you and your practically abused hole.
“I know love, just a little bit longer. You’ll hold out for me, won't you?” he cooed. But contrasting with his gentle voice, his pace didn't seem to falter in the slightest. His pupils were blown out to the point where no iris was shown, looking at you draped over one of his desks, entirely naked, the heavy jacket long since discarded on the floor.
You twitched under his tight grip, stupidly big hands enough to wrap around your waist entirely. You initially already had a hard time adjusting to his cock, taking a long time of him just eating you out before you could even begin to handle it. But what made it worse later on was his goddamn knot.
Every ounce of restraint vanished from him, making you endure round after round of him filling you with his seed, his knot keeping everything inside you. Yet, after a point, even that didn't stop his cum from leaking out. The deranged man almost lost his mind when he saw that, shoving everything back with his dick and fingers, hellbent on breeding you till your womb practically inflated from all that was pumped into you.
And oh did he love to see it, “ngh- Just so adorable for me aren't you pup,” he said, more to himself than you, shoving his thumb in your mouth, moaning as you immediately sucked on it. “Such a good girl. You’ll let me cum in you again yeah?”
“W-wait, no more,” you barely managed out. All the pressure inside your cunt was making you dizzy, and you would be kidding yourself if you said you could take any more, but Valko obviously had other plans.
He moved his hands to let one rub on your clit, while the other, cruelly nonetheless, pushed onto where your belly bulged out. The pressure of it all made you explode yet again, an orgasm crashing through you intensely, your mind blanking out till all you could think of was him and his massive fucking cock.
Valko smirked, his canines showing through as he took a little advantage of your clouded state. “Please? You want my babies dont you, want me to breed you full till we have a damn litter.”
He leaned forward to kiss your fucked-out self, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths as you completely lost yourself to the pleasure.
♡ Bunny's Note: Sorry gng, not even Bunny is immune to writing the wolf with a breeding kink. I know it’s cliché but I couldn't help it, the idea sounded way too hot in my head😣 ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
It’s been days. No texts, no stupid voice notes of him rambling about his day, no random “you eat yet?” messages as soon as you got off work like clockwork. This isn’t Valko. Your puppy is glued to his phone when it comes to you. So after one too many hours of anxious pacing, you grab the spare key he gave you months ago (“just in case, sweetheart”) and storm over to his place.
Your heart is hammering the whole way. Worst case scenarios flash through your head, him passed out, bleeding, hurt over something he didn’t tell you about. You’d take that.
But the second you push the door open, the air hits you like whiplash.
Stuffy. Thick. Heavy with something musky, sweet, and feral that makes your stomach flip. That’s when you hear it, muffled, desperate panting, broken groans, the faint creak of a bedframe.
Your brain short circuits. You don’t think. Before you have time to mentally catch up, you just move, storming straight to his massive bedroom and shoving the door open.
And holy fuck.
Valko is sprawled across his bed, completely naked, skin glistening with sweat. His ears are fully out, twitching wildly. His tail thumps hard against the sheets. He’s fisting his cock with frantic, sloppy strokes, that’s when you notice; it’s huge, thick, flushed dark and leaking all over his abs. His chiseled chest heaves, abs flexing with every desperate roll of his hips. Those thick thighs are trembling. And when your eyes finally drag up to his face… his eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed crimson, and there are actual tears clinging to his lashes.
He looks wrecked
You’re frozen in the doorway, mouth hanging open unable to look away from the obscene sight. The way his big hand struggles to even wrap fully around himself. The way his hips keep bucking up like he can’t stop. The wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
Before you can even process it, his movements stutter to a halt.
Wide, frantic golden eyes snap to yours. His ears shoot straight up. For a second he just stares at you, chest still heaving, cock twitching hard in his grip like it has a mind of its own.
Then something clicks behind that hazy gaze.
“…You’re here,” he rasps, voice wrecked and deeper than you’ve ever heard it. A broken groan slips out as something seems to overwhelm him, making his hips jerk involuntarily into his fist again. “Fuck- you… you shouldn’t see me like this-“
