ꨄ︎ cw: angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, fwb, unbeta'd, unedited
you woke up to faint traces of sunlight creeping through the window.
beside you, valko shifted, the warmth of his chest pressing against your side as he pulled the blanket higher over his shoulders.
to the rest of the world, he was an imposing force, the brilliant young chairman of eoncore tech, but here, in the quiet of your room, he was just…. valko.
you reached out, your fingers hovering just a few inches above his cheekbone, not daring to make contact, because touching him meant acknowledging how much this hurt.
friends with benefits.
it was such an easy label when you first agreed to it.
no strings or expectations.
except the strings had tangled themselves deeply around your heart.
and now, you were entirely and helplessly all in, but you had absolutely no idea where he stood.
the fear of the morning always hit you hardest at this hour.
you always dreaded the day that you would wake up to a cold empty space on his side of bed, that one day he would sneak out and never come back.
as though sensing you staring, valko stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"bug," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. he reached out, his large hand gently cupping your hip, pulling you closer. "go back to sleep."
"valko," you whispered, your throat tight. you could not hold it back anymore. "if... if you ever decide this has run its course. if you wake up one day and realize you don't want this anymore..."
his thumb paused its movement against your hip, the remnants of sleepiness gone from his golden eyes.
"just don't sneak out," you whispered, closing your eyes because you could not bear to look at his face. you took a shaky breath, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. "don't just tiptoe out in the morning and leave me to figure it out on my own. if you don't feel it… if you're not where i am.... give me a warning. please anything but leaving me here, completely in love with you, by myself."
when he didn’t respond, you braced yourself, waiting for his words of rejection, for him to finally reveal that you would never have a place in his heart the way he occupied yours.
but instead you felt his hand slide from your hip up to your cheek, willing you to open your eyes, his thumb brushing over your skin with a reverence that made your breath hitch.
he searched your face, seeing the raw truth in your eyes.
"you’re in love with me?" valko repeated quietly. you could hear the wonder in his voice, as though he couldn't believe what you had said, and then a bittersweet, self-deprecating smile touched his lips. "you think i am the one with one foot out the door?"
he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his grip tightening around you as if you might disappear if he let go.
"i’ve been terrified of the morning sun every single time i'm here," he whispered against your skin, his heart hammering against your own. "i thought i was the only one losing my mind trying to play by the rules. i'm not tiptoeing anywhere, bug. i'm already completely stuck."
ꨄ︎ an: thank you so much for 1,200 follows! 💜
and i'm sorry again for the slow updates. i'm still not feeling great, the writer's block has been coming and going, and my heart is definitely not enjoying papergames' silent treatment. 🥲
sorry for rambling, but i highly recommend listening to the song first before reading and i can't think of a good nickname he'd give us, so i chose bug because... ya know, computer bugs🥲 ugh, i also kind of don't like how i wrote this. idk... writer's block sucks.
but i'm very, very grateful for all of you. hopefully my next fic will finally be an update to one of my current wips or series. love you guys!
۶ৎ valko has a shameful tendency to squeeze your butt aggressively prior to holding your waist when you're shopping together. it's nearly automatic. he can't simply walk alongside you without squishing it at least once, it's an addiction of his.
۶ৎ since you met him, valko has developed a cuddling necessity. he won't be able to drift off during bedtime without his big beefy arms delicately wrapped around either you or a oversized plush. so naturally, he playfully bought himself one for the nights you aren't sleeping underneath the same sheets.
۶ৎ valko checks your social media accounts once he catches some alone time like a reflex, more often than he'd like to admit. it's genuinely involuntary, poor baby can't help himself. he must see you, even if it's the exact photo he's seen countless times.
۶ৎ a relatively overprotective and possessive partner. what's his, can't be anyone else's. valko entirely rejects the idea of sharing and typically, his naturally territorial nature is somewhat subtle but never absent.
I had a vision and it was of the LaDs men eating me out and so I present to you all these thoughts. You're welcome. 🤭 This one is dedicated to my dearest @colonelkaboom since she encouraged me to post my brainworms. 😌 Also massive thank you to @gillyyyyy for being my Caleb helper. I need to kiss your brain sloppy style.
This ended up being a little more than just headcannons, more like drabbles, but you know. Still short and smutty.
WARNINGS: not proofread, fem!reader, eating out, bondage, mild biting kink, the men are hungry, overstim, possessive Rafayel, maximum horny
Xavier starts slow. He ignores your pussy entirely as he kisses down your body. His hands and lips are everywhere but where you need him. A pale blue collar is placed around your neck, with his name hanging from the center ornament. He kisses down your neck, to your breasts, grabbing them in those large, calloused hands as he looks up at you. Those deep blue eyes are impossible to look away from, and once he has your attention, he doesn't let it go. If your eyes close he bites hard enough that you open them, a little gasp of his name on your lips.
"Look at me, starlight."
And you do. You can't look away from him. Not when he kisses down your stomach, over your hips, and settles in between your thighs. Those broad shoulders keep you spread open. His hand tightens around the leash chained to the collar on your neck, keeping you still and focused as he kisses down your thighs, over your pelvic bone, and down the other side. He teases you, loving the way you writhe and say his name. He looks away from your face only to see how wet you are for him. So soaked you're dripping onto the sheets, his breath catches.
"Is this all for me?"
It is. All his fault, you say, and he loves the pout in your voice, the little bit of frustration as you try to urge him where you need him. He looks up at you, eyes dark, as his hot breath fans over your pussy. He licks a long, slow stripe from your opening to your clit, then back down again. the touch feather-light. A tease.
He savors the taste of you on his tongue, and then two fingers curl inside you as his lips settle around your clit. He tugs hard on the leash with his free hand, forcing your pretty eyes to open and look at him, between your thighs, eyes on yours, devouring you. He spells his name over your clit, because you belong to him, and him alone.
When you come with a cry of his name, he doesn't stop. He keeps working his tongue in the same pattern, over and over again. The entire building knew his name now, and he's only gotten started. He finally breaks away from your cunt when you start shaking from overstimulation. Xavier pulls his fingers out of you, licks them clean and nuzzles your thigh. He smiles up at you, tugging on the leash. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet, Princess."
Zayne starts off as methodical as possible. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and he does it. He starts by ensuring you're comfortable, and then he kisses you, grinding you in his lap as the arousal slowly builds. He focuses on every erogenous zone as he undresses you, turning you into putty in his large, capable hands. By the time your panties come off, they're soaked. Your fingers are in his hair, and you're all but pulling him to your pussy.
"Behave," he warns, but there's no real bite to it. Just a warning to not rush him.
He spreads your outer lips open and shudders as the heat of your pussy brushes over his face. The scent, how wet you are, and the way your opening pulses all prove your readiness. His tongue dives in, tasting your unique flavor as his nose rocks into your clit. Direct stimulation on your clit too soon isn't pleasurable, he knows that, so he focuses on the indirect, letting his nose grind into you while his tongue circles your opening, gathering the sweet nectar you produce for him.
He can feel your body pulsing around his tongue, feel how your thighs clench around him, and those high, breathless whimpers of his name. You're being such a good girl -- for once -- and not rushing him, and he loses himself in the feel of you. His hands anchor around your plush thighs, keeping you pinned in place and wrapped around his face as he nuzzles into your pussy. This is what he needed. You. Your sweetness. The heat of your body under his. Those pretty cries of pleasure.
The methodical mask slips as the barely-restrained hunger he has for you breaks free. He groans against your skin, and you feel more than see the change. His licks become more ravenous. The way he grinds his face into you is needier, rougher, hungrier, and his grip on your thighs grows strong enough to bruise.
When you come on his face, you're shaking and screaming his name. Your hands are in his hair, trying to pull his ravenous mouth away from you, but he's holding you firm, his mouth entangled in your depths as he drinks your come down.
When he finally lifts his head away from your skin, his breathing is ragged, but simply put a hand down on your lower stomach to keep you in place. "Stay still, love. We both know one isn't enough."
Rafayel always found you beautiful. You were his muse, after all. The one thing that inspired him even when nothing else did. Yet, the way you look in his restraints only strokes his possessive urges. Wrapped up in his net, you can't escape him now. Amethyst rope adorns your otherwise bare skin in ornate knots, your legs spread open wide with a spreader bar and anchored to the floor. Like this, you can't run from him nor the pleasure he gives you. His. You are all his. His prey. His devoted follower. His bride. His.
Those sapphire-rose eyes flash a bright, vibrant blue as he circles you, assessing his work. Long, deft fingers trace over the contours of your body. He pinches your nipples, cups your breasts, digs into the meat of your hip and leaves a soft clap along your backside, watching as the softness of your body moved in response to him. He comes up behind you, pressing his body into yours. Those talented hands continue drifting over your form as his lips find your skin. His. A bite lands on the side of your neck, right where your scent is the strongest. The pretty little sound you make for him is better than any melody he'd ever heard. He needs that sound again. To pull music from you all night.
Kisses and nips land all over you neck, then he circles you, bringing them down your breasts, your stomach, your hips, until he finally settles between your spread thighs. He bites your inner thigh, hard. A low, dangerous chuckle leaving him as his tongue soothes the wound.
"You keep trying to run away from me before I finish my meal, cutie." He nuzzles your lower stomach as he takes a deep inhale of your scent. "Now you can't. You're going to be a good girl for me and stay right here until I've had my fill, aren't you?"
You nod, a babbled agreement leaving you followed by the most adorable begging Rafayel had ever heard. Desperation looks beautiful on you. On his knees between your thighs, he dives into your pussy. His long tongue laps up your juices before swirling inside you, licking up every drop of wetness you give him. Lean, muscular arms band around your thighs, holding you in the exact position he needs you in. Deft fingers work your clit in smooth, quick strokes as his tongue fucks up into you.
He drinks down every drop of your arousal as if it is truly what sustains him. As if your pussy gave him air. He whimpers against your skin, so lost in the taste of you. His hips rock forward, meeting the air, but he doesn't need to be touched, not when he has you -- his bride-- coming on his face. And you do. You scream his name as you gush all over his face, but he doesn't stop. He drinks you in, not wasting a single drop. Yet, his intensity increases, and he's just as hungry, if not hungrier than he was at the start.
His feast had only just begun.
"Put your entire weight down when you sit on my face, kitten. Don't hover."
You clutch the headboard for balance as you sink your hips down on Sylus' face. You move slowly. So agonizingly slowly, as if Sylus would change his mind with your perfect pussy hovering inches above his face. His hunger for you gnaws endlessly at his stomach, and this is the only way he can satisfy the craving.
Powerful arms anchor around your hips as he pulls you the rest of the way down, firmly onto his face, his strength keeping you right there. The scent of your arousal has him drooling, and the perfect heat of your cunt on his face is everything. His fingers splay over your ass, digging into the pillowy flesh as he pulls you as far down as possible, and eats.
Every lap of his tongue is firm and claiming. He fucks his tongue into you as he urges you to take what you want from him and grind on his face. He only needs to move you a few times before your hips find a rhythm you like, rocking back and forth against his nose and tongue.
You use him, and Sylus is in the closest thing to heaven he'll ever find. His ruby eyes open, meeting yours. The red glow surges along with his desire, but you no longer look away. You meet his gaze, and he sees every single thing you want from him tonight. Every dirty little thought in your mind, but most of all, how much you desire him, and to cover his face in your come.
He holds your stare as he gives you what you want. His evol surging and wrapping around you, pulling your hands behind your back. You grind faster on his face, chasing a peak that's nearing ever-closer, and he stays there, letting you fuck his face and take everything you want from him as you surrender to your desires.
When you come, gushing all over his face, he growls into your cunt as he drinks you in, keeping you firmly in place until he's taken every last drop you have to offer him. You whine when his lips find your clit and suck, but all he does is smile up at you from between your thighs. You've always known that he was greedy.
Caleb tries so hard to be good. He's always protected you, always taken care of you, and he needed to be able to take care of you like this, too. He's done so much research. Prepared in every way he could, but when you're finally naked with your perfect pussy in front of his face? Everything he prepared for melts out of his brain. You're so fucking beautiful. Even after the first time, he can't get over how wet you get for him, how perfect you are, how amazing you sound, or how good you taste.
The moment his tongue reaches your pussy, he's lost. Your taste does something to his brain, and all he knows is need. He needs to taste you, to make you come on his face, to make you feel so goo, better than anyone else ever could. His licks are hungry, messy things as he makes out with your pussy. His fingers curl inside you as his other hand grips your hip, pinning you to the pattress as he eats you from the inside out.
He comes in his pants from the taste of youe alone, but he doesn't stop or stroke himself. He simply ruts into your thigh, the couch, the bed, the air, whatever is closest as he drinks you in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, pulling you into his mouth. Your fingers land in his hair, and high-pitched, breathy whines of his name follow after. They barely register in his pussy-drunk mind. All he knows is you. And you taste so fucking good.
When you come for him, he drinks it all down. Nothing is wasted. Something in him settles as clarity returns to him, and the ravenous, messy eating gains some structure as he listens to those high-pitched moans for guidance. He sucks in then relaxes his lips. Each suck in, he curls his fingers in the spot that makes your back arch and eyes flutter. He bullies that spot as he continues to suck in your clit, utterly devoted to pleasing you.
He loses himself in the taste and feel of you, unable to hear how you call out his name until you start to cry from overstimulation. He pulls back, violet eyes dazed, face dripping with your juices as he pants to catch his breath.
"Please, pips. Let me make you come just one more time. Please, come on my face just one more time."
You were never good at saying no to him.
It started out so innocent. Valko was just sniffing you, taking in your scent, enjoying the slight fog you put over his mind, when he caught it. The faint hint of your desire. His nose trailed down the column of your neck, down your body, and when he realized you were actually wet for him, he looked up at you, golden eyes wide and glowing, his fluffy tail wagging behind him.
"Please?"
That's all he had to say for you to melt. Now the wolf sat between your thighs, slobbering all over your pussy as he licks you in long, messy strokes. Those sharp fangs never graze your skin, but the blunt side of them brush over you every so often teasing a bite and making you shudder under him. Every lick is so hungry, like he's trying to eat your entire pussy at once.
"Remember you can't move until I've had my fill. That's the deal," he says between licks.
His tongue eventually slips inside you, choosing the source of your scent and flavor as his nose rubs against your clit. He nuzzles your pussy and wiggles his tongue, making you give him more and more of your arousal.
He looks up at you from his position, amber eyes glowing bright in the dim room, the otherworldly flash of danger reminded you exactly what you were dealing with. Your pussy fluttered around his tongue, and he smirked. A low growl rumbled through him and into you, and you clutched his hair, keeping him as close to your pelvis as possible.
So much slick soaked the space between your pussy and his face. A mix of his drool and your arousal, but it seemed to only urge him deeper into you. You tried to pull back, to break from the unending stimulation, but Valko gripped your hips and softly nipped your clit in warning.
You came with a loud, sharp cry of his name, and he growled as he drank in every drop you gave him, lapping it all up. He couldn't get enough. That wasn't enough. More. You will give him more. Those golden glowing eyes lock onto yours as he slips is tongue from your depths and wraps his lips tightly around your clit.
I was encouraged by my friends to be feral so here I am.
valko has a love-hate relationship with his glasses.
he loves that they can help him see, obviously. he likes the fact that you like how he looks with them on. he's also the kind of guy to have both glasses and contacts, but actively despite wearing the latter.(and both, really)
you've caught him squinting at food labels, his computer, at the tv. he'll deny it each time, saying that his eyes are just dry and he's adjusting his vision. to which you usually clap back with the fact that he both never uses eye drops to help with said dry eyes, but also because when he does wear contacts, he always forgets to replace them. there has been a few times where you've swatted him to stop wearing his bi-weekly contacts that he's definitely been wearing for more than two weeks.
with that hassle, he'll always prefer his glasses. valko's often got them on at home. if you ever needed one, he's always got one of those micro fabric cloth on hand. sure, he's accidentally slept while wearing them, leaving indents on his temples. he's also got a bad habit of taking them off, forgetting where he put them down, and thus asking for your help to look for where he placed them.
"Angel, please, I can't find them,"
"Have you looked in the bedroom?"
"Baby that's the problem I can't see," he says with wide puppy eyes.
but what he hates the most is how they get in the way when he's got his tongue lapping you up. his head between your legs, eating and licking like a man- or werewolf- starved.
his hands are gripping your thighs, keeping you just open enough to were you're still squeezing his head. it's cause he likes how your thighs brush against the edges of his wolf ears. and oh, does he love when you tangle your hand in his hair, scratching and grazing the most sensitive part of him- besides his tail, of course.
and like everything he does, it's with an energy that he always has. every noise- squelch, slurrpp- between his groans and your whimpers would make you tempted to smack him away, if he wasn't also using his fingers at the same time to spread you open.
and stars is he so messy with it. there is no shame when it comes to making you come with his mouth alone. and that's where valko loves and hates his glasses the most. they'd be so fogged up by now, from the warmth he's creating between your thighs. he can barely see in front of him. but fuck, it turns him on so much that he can see (or.. not see?) how good he's making you feel. he takes the fogging up as a sign that he's getting you right there, so, so, close.
and don't worry- if you find it uncomfortable, maybe if the edge of the frames poke your skin, he'll take it off no problem. but once you're coming undone, rest assured that valko will ride you through your high, before pulling back and throwing his glasses back on to see the mess he's made of you.
bonus headcanons!
if you wear glasses too, he's bought custome matching frames for the both of you
he also has several pairs. round frames, thin metal frames, even those chunky black plastic frames that give a very clark kent/superman vibe
my favorite headcanon i read was that with him being a werewolf, his glasses could be colorblind glasses since dogs have a very limited color range
if you don't wear glasses, he would gift you a pair that looks like his, with no grade and just the blue light filter. "so we're matching and it would be less strain when you're on your phone and computer ^-^"
BONUS FUN FACT : this fic was inspired by me this morning, forgetting to take my glasses off in the shower, and thus fogging them up badly
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..... and i know valko's favorite place to be is laying on your tummy. when you're in bed either on the verge of sleep or scrolling away on your phone, he will literally slot himself between your legs. you could be wearing a blanket or cuddling the little wolf plushie he won you-- it's gone in an instant. he'll wrap his humongous arms around your waist caging you in before he goes in to nuzzle your tummy for like 5 minutes straight. rubbing his cheeks, his nose, his hair, peppering kisses all over-- the first couple of seconds are spent trying to move your shirt out of the way while the other 4 minutes and 50 seconds are skin to skin contact.
he loves the way you yelp in surprise every single time (even though you know it's coming whenever he see's you like this). the fit of giggles that fall from your lips and the way you try to push his head away even though you love it so much. when he's ready to settle, he'll give you a sequence of three kisses all above your belly button to say "i. love. you." before his cheek takes permanent residence. your fingers always give his ears a little tug for messing with you before you find yourself rubbing them between your fingers.
you try and keep from giggling as you hear him snoring away without a care in the world. a few times you've even found him drooling onto your shirt. but you take it all because there's no place you'd rather be than in your little wolfie's arms.
Horny thoughts EXTRA: Caleb and Valko using a dual entry fleshlight as punishment.
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For two men who had both agreed—out loud, with words, like adults—to share a relationship with you, Caleb and Valko were doing a spectacular job of acting like they'd never heard the word compromise in their lives.
It had started over breakfast.
Specifically, it had started over the fact that Caleb had taken the last of your coffee without asking and Valko had taken that personally.
"That's not what this is about and you know it," Caleb said, his voice gone quiet, that meant he was past the point of raising it. He stood in the living room with his arms crossed "You've been doing this for months. Every time I'm here you find something. The coffee, the blanket, the remote—"
"She was cold," Valko said. "I gave her the blanket because she was cold. You were sitting right next to her and you didn't notice."
"I noticed."
"You were watching the stupid game."
"I can watch the game and notice she's cold at the same time."
"Clearly not, since I'm the one who got up."
Caleb's eye twitched. Just slightly. "You got up from the other side of the room to bring her a blanket that was sitting six inches from my hand so you could—"
"So I could what, Caleb? Make sure my girlfriend wasn't cold? That's the crime we're prosecuting today?"
"She's my girlfriend too."
"Then act like it."
Caleb uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, and Valko, because Valko had never backed up from anything in his life and wasn't about to start now, also stepped forward to meet him. They ended up in the middle of the living room with their chests almost touching and matching expressions of immovable stubbornness.
"You want to talk about acting like it," Caleb said, very quietly. "Let's talk about last Tuesday."
"I'm gonna need you to be specific."
"You called her ten times, Valko."
"I was checking on her."
"Ten times. In an hour. I was with her. She didn't need to be checked on, she was fine, you just wanted to make sure I knew you were calling"
"This is actually insane," Valko threw one hand up. "You're telling me I'm not allowed to call my girlfriend?"
"Not when I'm with her"
"I'm trying," Valko said, clipped and precise, "to take care of her. Which I realize is a foreign concept to a man whose primary contribution to this relationship is showing up on weekends and looking pretty—"
"I look..." Caleb stopped. A vein in his temple was doing something concerning. "That is not the point—"
"Oh my god, that is enough."
They turned at exactly the same time, the argument dying mid breath, and found you standing in the bedroom doorway. You had your arms crossed, a silk blindfold hanging from each hand, and the expression on your face was one you reserved for occasions when you had reached the outer limit of what you were willing to tolerate.
You looked at Caleb. Then at Valko. Then at the ridiculous amount of physical space they had managed to eliminate between two fully grown men who had, three days ago, been in your bed at the same time without anyone losing a limb.
"I have watched you two argue all day" you said. "You have both been in this relationship for months. You have both—" you paused, choosing words, "demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are capable of being in the same room as each other."
Neither of them said anything. Caleb had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. Valko looked like he wanted to say something and was physically restraining himself.
You held up the blindfolds.
"I'm done mediating. You want to act like you don't know how to share?" Your eyes moved between them, steady and completely unmoved by the combined effect of the two of them standing there looking like scolded golden retrievers. "Then I'll make it simple for everyone."
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The bedroom was very quiet by the time you got them both in there.
They ran out of things to argue about. It was hard to continue a territorial dispute when they couldn't see where they were in the room. They stood where you'd put them, stripped bare, blindfolded, shoulders still carrying the tension from the living room but with nowhere to direct it anymore. Both of them had their hands at their sides, not touching anything, assuming they were far away from each other.
They were not.
They were close enough that if either one of them exhaled too hard they'd feel it. You'd done that on purpose.
You sank to your knees between them and looked up at their faces —both of them tight jawed, heads slightly tilted, trying to orient themselves by sound alone— and took a moment to appreciate the fact that two of the most difficult men you'd ever met were currently standing blindfolded and completely at your mercy because of a disagreement about coffee.
You poured the lube and wrapped your hand around Caleb's cock first.
His head went back immediately, a rough groan pulling out of him, hands gripping his own hips to stop himself from reaching for you. "God, your hand—can do it a bit faster?"
"Don't rush her," Valko's voice came out tighter than he intended. He was trying to figure out from the sound of Caleb's voice exactly how far away he was standing.
You moved your hand to Valko and his whole body shuddered, a sharp exhale escaping through his nose. "Fuck, I've been waiting all day."
"You're both getting it," you said, keeping your voice smooth and even.
You picked up the sleeve from the floor beside you.
Dual entry, no center barrier, ribbed on both ends. They knew you loved toys and they loved using them on you. Neither of them had any reason to suspect what this one was about to do.
You lined it up, shifted your weight onto your heels, and pushed it down over both of them at the same time.
The sound they made was almost identical, two sharp, breathless gasps in perfect sync, the ribbed interior gripping them both tightly. For a second they both just stood there processing the sensation.
Then you pushed them closer, the rest of the way in.
The tips of their cocks met somewhere in the barrierless middle.
"What—" Caleb's whole body recoiled, knees buckling, one hand shooting out sideways for something to grab onto and finding nothing. "What the—what is that—"
Valko made a sound that was not a word in any language. He'd gone completely rigid, every muscle locked up, his chin dropped to his chest.
"Is that—" Caleb's voice came out strange and strained, working through the information his body was sending him with visible effort. "Is that another—is someone else—are you—" He stopped. "What the fuck?"
"That's 'ko," you said pleasantly.
"What the hell—" Valko's hips snapped back on reflex, a choked sound tearing out of him that he was going to pretend hadn't happened. "Sweetheart, what did you just—"
"Relax," you said, both hands clamping down over the center of the sleeve, fingers squeezing the material to keep them where they were. "You didn't want to share so now you're sharing this."
Caleb's breathing had gone completely to pieces. His chest was heaving, jaw working around words that weren't coming out in the right order. "You actually—" A sharp breath. "You seriously—"
You gave the sleeve one slow twisting squeeze and he lost the sentence entirely.
"Look at you both," you teased, from your knees again, looking up at two flushed faces with tremendous satisfaction. "So territorial. So impossible. And completely hard inside the same toy."
"I am hard for you," Valko snapped, the words coming out slightly less convincing than usual given the circumstances. A dark flush had crawled all the way up his neck and into his ears. He tried to step back, thighs shaking. "Take it off. Right now. I am not doing this, I don't—"
"You're not going anywhere."
You delivered the first stroke before he finished the sentence and the sound that came out of both of them at the same time was something you were going to think about for a very long time.
The friction was immediate and overwhelming—the ribbed interior stimulating the entire length of their cocks while they were pressed tip to tip. Neither of them pulled away.
What happened instead was considerably more predictable given who they were.
Valko's jaw set. You felt him shift his weight, recalibrate, and then drive his hips forward hard—a full thrust into the sleeve that was transparently designed to shove Caleb back through force of will. "Move," he said, through his teeth.
"No," Caleb answered and met him head on.😝
The impact of them hitting tip to tip inside the slick toy punched a moan out of both of them, loud enough that you were briefly grateful for the thickness of the bedroom walls.
You started pumping the sleeve to match their rhythm and leaned in. "There you go," you kept your voice low, right in the space between them. "All that energy you've been wasting arguing about coffee." Another stroke, firm and deliberate. "Look how much better this is."
"Don't act smug about this."
"I'm not acting smug," you said, completely smugly, picking up the pace. "I'm just saying. You've both been impossible for three months and it took me five minutes to solve it."
"This isn't solved—" Caleb's voice broke on the last word as you twisted your wrist on the next steoke. He swore, hips stuttering forward. "This is—this is not what I'd call solved—"
"Less talking," you said."More cooperating."
"I am not cooperating with him," Valko thrusted forward again.
Caleb met him again without hesitation.
"Come on, 'ko," you watched his face carefully. "He's pushing you back. Are you really going to let him?"
"Pips—"
"Absolutely not," Valko said through his teeth and reached out blindly until his hands found Caleb's shoulders and dug in. He used the grip to anchor himself, rolling his hips forward in slow circles that ground them together until his voice betrayed him, dropping from furious to undone in the space of a single breath. "I'll—" a shaking exhale, "I'll outlast him. Just like I've done it for months."
"You are shaking," Caleb pointed out, panting, sweat running down his temples and soaking into the edge of his blindfold. His hand had found its way into Valko's hair, gripping tight, the only thing keeping him upright as your hands worked faster. "You're already—you're twitching, I can feel it—you're so close you can't even—"
"Don't," Valko warned.
"You're falling apart and I've barely—haah—" Caleb's smugness dissolved as you squeezed the center of the sleeve. "God—"
"Shut up," Valko's command would have landed better if it hadn't come out an octave higher than his normal voice, cracked clean down the middle by another roll of his hips.
You slid your free hand up the flat of Caleb's stomach, felt every muscle pulled tight, holding back. "Tell me how it feels," you ordered.
"It's—" Caleb's was losing rhythm, the competitive edge bleeding into something desperate. "It's too much. The heat—I can feel him—Pips, please, I'm going to—"
You stopped the stroke immediately, keeping them locked against each other with nowhere to go.
Caleb made a sound that was mostly just suffering.
"Not yet," you said, turning your head slightly. " 'ko. Tell him."
"Tell him what?" Valko gritted out.
"How close you are."
A long silence broken only by both of them breathing like they'd been running.
"Damn it," Valko said finally, the grip on Caleb's shoulders turning white knuckled. "He's—" another shaking breath, "he's too much. Too hot. Everything he does just—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "Stop moving, Caleb. I'm serious. Stop—"
"I can't," Caleb moaned, his whole body moved forward, one final thrust that buried him as far into the sleeve as he could go.
Valko's forehead dropped forward, finding Caleb's shoulder, Caleb's hand was still in his hair. Their chests were heaving in the same broken rhythm, breath mingling in the small space.
"There," you said quietly. "Was that so hard?
Slowly, like he was doing it without deciding to, his body moving before his brain caught up, Valko's forehead dragged up from Caleb's shoulder, sliding along the curve of his neck, up his jaw, until it came to rest against Caleb's forehead.
Caleb went completely still. You didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched.
Valko's hands, still gripping Caleb's shoulders, slowly loosened. Spread flat. Like he was steadying himself against something he hadn't been prepared for. His breath came out ragged and uneven against Caleb's lips.
Caleb's fingers in his hair tightened again and he tilted his head up slightly.
Valko tilted his down.
Their mouths met somewhere in the middle and neither of them made it a question.
It wasn't soft. It was two people who'd been circling each other for months finally landing, all that accumulated tension finding somewhere to go at once—Caleb's hand pulling Valko in by the hair, Valko's hands sliding from Caleb's shoulders to the back of his neck, both of them breathing hard through their noses because neither one was willing to break it long enough to properly inhale.
You started moving the sleeve again. Slow at first. Then faster.
Valko broke the kiss on a sharp desperate sound that Caleb swallowed immediately, pulling him back in, and then both of them stopped pretending there was anything controlled left about any of this. Their hips moved together instead of against each other for the first time, same rhythm, same direction, working into the sleeve in sync while the sounds they were making dissolved from words into something much more honest.
"Together," you said quietly, from below "Both of you."
They came at exactly the same moment, Valko first by a heartbeat, Caleb right behind him, both of them shaking, gripping each other and breathing into each other's mouths while it rolled through them in long waves. Valko made a sound low in his chest that you'd never heard from him before. Caleb's knees buckled and Valko caught him without thinking, arms wrapping around him on reflex, and they stood there holding each other up.
You looked up at both of them, blindfolds askew, foreheads together.
"So," you laughed "Same time next week?"
Caleb laughed first. Just one short exhausted sound, but it was real.
Valko pressed his lips to Caleb's temple, which surprised everyone in the room including him, and said nothing.
You stood up, brushed off your knees, and went to make yourself a cup of coffee. Nobody had taken the last of it this time.
trips and falls and dozens of icons spill from my pockets, all revealing valko. i panic. "this isn't what it looks like," i say, frantically scooping up all the icons. "these aren't mine i swear" more icons fall.
in the original chinese version, when valko speaks of his aunt (姑姑); cousin (表姐); and grandmother (祖母), he uses words that suggest he is speaking about his father's side of the family. as for rafayel, his aunt talia (referred to as 小姨) is suggested to be from his mother's side.
Description: You walk in on all the LIs naked by accident / pre-dating. (Here's Pt. 1 where they walk in on you!)
WC: 1k
Y'ALL WHY DID THE FIRST PART DO SO WELL SO QUICK I'M CRYING LAUGHING PLS 😭 Made this because of the lovely @vx3l1's suggestion! Thank you!!! 🫶 Enjoy, lol!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Xavier This is hilarious to me because I feel like it’d happen in dead silence. Similar to Sy (I wrote this out of order ok ok) he’s also very unashamed of his body. You’d walk in and he’d turn around just casual asf like, “Hm?” You’d look at his dick, back at him, his dick, back at him again, and just “I—” but turn on your heel and leave LMAO. He’d honestly just shrug and get back to changing. After a second he’d be like, “WAIT. Oh god…did that make me look like an asshole?” Two seconds later with a subtle brow raise, “Hm…did she like what she saw?” Meanwhile you’re just like FUCK ME he has a cute ass and a nice dick??? Someone kill me. LOL. Xavier’s MC is pretty chill to me but this is progressively making you lose your chill over time!!! He’d be fighting a smile each time you look over at him rapidly blinking at work the next few days.
Rafayel OKAY hilarious I feel like he’d shout overly dramatically, “Ah!!!” Cover immediately, but then be like...wait? I’m...h o t. I want her to see my dick mhm mhm and just instantly uncover. “Rafayel!” “What’s the matter, cutie?” “Y-you! Why are you naked!?” “Why’d you walk in on me naked, hm?” “I didn’t know you were naked!!!” “Well, what do you think?” “OH MY GOD!” then you leave immediately, face HOT. LOL. He’d tease you ENDLESSLY about it my god. It’d be painful. “I saw you blushing, cutie.” “I did NOT.” “You definitely did.” LIKE REEEE he won’t let it go, secretly trying to orchestrate another “accident” so this happens again LMAO. He’d be evil just standing too close the next few days to watch you SQUIRM.
Zayne ALOOF, Mr. Calm Cool & Collected would be relatively nonchalant about it and overall very comfortable with his body. “Zayne—Oh my god—” He’d give you such a deadpan look while you just stare at his dick LMAO. He’d sigh and obviously pinch the bridge of his nose LOL. When you UH stare too long he’d slowly cover himself with a flat hand, “This is hardly appropriate.” You’d RUN tf out of there omg, “I’m—I’m sorry!” The next few weeks you straight up avoid him and when you can’t avoid him any longer you’re just like dear god don’t look at me, avoiding his eye contact as much as possible LOL. When you’re not looking, he has a tiny smile on his lips internally like TEEHEE she definitely liked what she saw, duly noted. Being him, he does NOT bring it up EVER but his eyes tell a DIFFERENT story I’ll tell you what!!! Now, he’s really curious what you look like naked but he’ll never say it. (MC built different I’m dropping to my knees.)
Sylus Douche of the bunch about it, but in SUCH a hot way damn. In the Zone, you’d walk into his room like you own the place, ready to ask him something, “Sylus did you—” You wouldn’t even be looking at him until he cleared his throat. When he DOES, seeing no shirt, you think he’s probably in a towel, but when your eyes fall internally you’re like OH. MY. GOD. AH!!! But whoops can’t look away because um…HOLY SHIT. He’d cock his head to the side and tilt down, waiting for you to meet his eyes. “It’s not going to change the more you stare at it, kitten.” AAHHH!!! You’re running out of there HOT on your heels because WTF!!! He’s hung and felt absolutely zero shame bare in front of you. Your cheeks are BURNING and when you cross the twins path they’re like “Everything okay??” You’re just like, “YEP! MHM!!! Everything is f i n e.” The rest of the day Sy CANNOT wipe the devious grin he wears ALL DAY knowing you’re beyond flustered. He can’t stop smiling privately either because he’s just like ha! She can’t stop thinking about my dick, nice. LMAO!!! Such an asshat.
Caleb ALSO A JERK. Hot. “Are you ready yet—oh my god, Caleb!” Instantly would cover himself with both hands, “Pips! Don’t you knock!?” You’re just staring at his hands LMAO, “S-stop staring!” You’d internally be like oh man oh man OH MAN I SAW IT!!! I FINALLY SAW IT I’M GONNA DIE!!! He’d be quick to notice you blushing when you look back up at him. “Unless you like what you see, then—” “Caleb! Fucking—oh my god, put your hands back!” You’d slap your hand over your eyes. He’d laugh and put his hands back like a good boy mhm mhm but deFINITELY wants you to keep looking. You’d crack your fingers open, squinting as hard as you can while still able to see to check if he’s covered himself again. “You could just leave, ya know.” “Shut up!” You’d find the nearest article of clothing and throw it at him, “Put some clothes on! What’s wrong with you!” “You walked in on me! And I’m getting scolded!?” During this whole conversation/event he at least gets half mast LMAO. (MAYBE MORE TEEHEE) (Having the power to make his dick hard just by looking at it is SO bust worthy jfc.)
Valko Like I’ve BEEN saying about him…HUNG HUNG HUNG!!!!! You’d straight up go WIDE EYED like oh MY FUCKING GOD WHAT!!! He’s tall and huge so yeah…bUT IT DOESN’T MATTER YOU’RE LIKE OH MY GOD??? When making eye contact with you I feel he’d go wide eyed too but also??? Is very comfortable with himself so doesn’t cover right away out of a lack of that instinct. “You—!” “Shit—s-sorry!” THEN he’d cover himself with his hands but it also doesn’t matter because you’re like DEAR LORD TITS!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!! You’d straight up just stutter and back out of the room slowly before rUNNing away omg, he’d be SOOO cute, “Wait—!” then quieter, “Oh, god,” louder again, “I’M SO SORRY!!!” I love him pls I feel like he’s so abashed and cute pre-dating. He’d definitely bring it up MULTIPLE times to keep apologizing (even tho you walked in on him??? 😭😭😭) and each time you’re like !!!??? “It’s—! It’s o-okay, I’m sorry…” INTERNALLY LIKE SHUT UP LET IT GO I CAN’T GET YOUR DICK AND GIANT PECS OUT OF MY MIND STOPPP!!!!! Teehee you’re both blushing hard every time you have this conversation!!! (I need him back rn...)
Description: All the LIs walking in on you naked by accident / pre-dating. (Here's Pt. 2 where the reverse happens!)
WC: 0.6k
Okay so I had a funny thought. Idk if this even "counts" as a drabble (in my usual style/vibe), but oh well. Been a minute since I've posted a drabble, enjoy! (Tame, but NSFW nonetheless.) (First drabble including our wolf...🥺)
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Xavier IDK so funny I feel like he’d instantly look up at the ceiling and start??? Whistling lmao, or humming idk, and just slowly turn on his heel until he’s done a 180. You’re like??? Bro just walked out of a cartoon doing some goofy ass shit trying to be nonchalant. He totally saw before you processed him there and he’s just :o but as soon as you turn, he’s snapping his eyes to the ceiling and turning. “Xavier!” “What? I didn’t see anything, promise.” SNEAKY SNEAKY LIAR!!! Fighting to get naked himself and jump you.
Rafayel He’d fall on the floor and then stab his eyes out. LMAO, kidding. But no seriously, I think he’d nearly shriek, stare at your tits and be like “SORRY!” and then just keep staring until you yell at him LOL. Maybe you throw something at him and when he just lets the object bounce off his chest and doesn’t immediately react, “Rafayel! Would you—!” “Sorry!” As soon as the door closes, you’d hear him on the other side, “OH MY GOD!” He’d legitimately freak out and never shut up about it. Your tits are now burned into his brain and he’s ruined. “Miss Bodyguard, remember when—” “Shut up!”
Zayne LMAO this aloof kuudere asshat. He’d take SUCH a quick scan you wouldn’t even be able to process it, say nothing, WOULDN’T EMOTE (his eyes would BARELY twitch), walk away immediately, and shut the door behind him. LIKE lmao doctor mode activated he saw nothing until he’s stuck dreaming about it. He’s gone before you can even gasp because of his presence. If you turn quick though, he’s stealing a glance at your ass that’s FOR SURE. Despite not emoting in the moment, his cute rapid twitchy blinks would be BAD the next several times you see him after this.
Sylus OOF this one is my favorite. He’s on some Damon Salvatore energy (IYKYK.) He would HOLD your eye contact, STEADFAST. He wouldn’t say a thing, just stare into your eyes, not looking at your body once. Slowly, he’d reach for a towel/robe/etc. and throw it at you. You’re flustered as shit and what’s he doing??? OH. Smirking, but of course. He’d stand there until you covered up, saying some smart ass shit like, “You don’t have to be naked to get my attention, kitten.” “You—!”
Caleb Similar to Raf, straight up going to fall over and die. I feel like he’d blame you for it. “Pips, what the fuck!” And you’re like DUDE!!! You walked in here and didn’t knock??? He’s like a broken machine just teetering back and forth on his heel…look? Don’t look! Look? Don’t fucking look!!! He may even pretend to cover his eyes with his hand BUT 100% sneaks a peak through his fingers until you’re screaming at him, “Get out!!!” Like Raf, maybe you throw something at him if you catch him looking. It’s so funny to me to picture throwing SEVERAL things at him, whatever’s close by you at him and the door again and again until it closes. “Ow, pips! Okay, okay! Ow! I’m—ow! Going!” Almost shut, it creaks partially open, “I’m sor—” you throw something else, “OUT!” He nearly slams it to avoid what you threw, letting whatever it was hit the door. (Jacks off IMMEDIATELY after.)
Valko IDK super cute puppy about it, the most apologetic, “Holy—oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I—” He’d stare down at the floor immediately BUT 100% saw and is blushing like crazy. LIKE very abashed and cute about it, so much so you think it’s SO cute and him being polite and flustered makes you internally be like WAIT come back, wanna look? LMAO. HEAD DOWN (like a good boy) “I—I’ll—I’m s-sorry—” Once he’s gone, you’re BLUSHING and beyond the door you hear again, “I’m so sorry!” He’d stand there a second like !!!???????!!!!! Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard!!! He’d need a run or a workout after this.
summary: valko said you were only friends, but when you draw the line, will he be able to give up the closeness he's grown so attached to?
tags: valko x reader, friends to lovers, slight angst w/ happy ending, pre-relationship, situationship if you squint your eyes
word count: 1.2k
photo credits: Game8
"I'm entertaining... a friend," Valko said to someone over the phone.
Hoho, so I'm a friend? Is what you thought, feeling amused after overhearing the conversation.
Just weeks later, you found yourself entangled in Valko's strong, thick arms. You were sitting on a chair across the mirror, preparing yourself for work. Valko was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his head buried against your waist as he inhaled your fragrant scent.
After you brushed your hair and finished your final touches, you held his arm. "Valko, I should go now..."
His wolf ears perked as he nuzzled deeper into your waist. "Just a bit more," His tail wagged restlessly.
You stared at him for a while before you caressed his cheek softly. "Valko," you called out.
He raised his head and his eyes locked with yours with a soft gaze. His right eyebrow raised as if he were trying to read the thoughts behind your eyes.
"Um... we should refrain from doing these kinds of things so often."
As soon as he heard your statement, the restless swaying of his tail suddenly halted, falling flat to the floor. His eyes widened, and his golden eyes flickered with disbelief.
"Refrain...?" He repeated, ears twitching before drooping. "From what things?" he asked, a faint hint of tremor slipping in his voice as though unsure as to whether he had heard you correctly.
You nodded. "You know... all these hugging, sleeping together in one bed," you shyly said.
As if the world came crashing down on him, Valko sat frozen.
The color drained from his face.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, voice weary.
You quickly shook your head, hands still caressing his cheeks. "No, no! It's not like that. You did not do anything wrong."
Even though you reassured him, his shoulders remained tense, bracing himself for what you were going to say. You sighed heavily, searching for the right words.
"It's just that, when you think about it," you rubbed the back of your head. "... friends do not act this way, Valko."
Valko's brows knit together, trying to make sense of what you were saying.
"They don't cling to each other with every chance they get," you continued. "They don't fall asleep in the same bed almost every night... and they definitely don't kiss," you rubbed his head, trying to not hurt his feelings any further. "I am just worried that acting like this might cause unnecessary rumors, especially because many people's eyes are on you."
Silence settled between the two of you.
Valko's gaze fell to the ground, his ears drooped lower as the words echoed in his mind.
Friends don't act this way.
The sentence remained on his mind more than he wanted to.
Just as you were about to break the silence, your phone rang, reflecting Tara on the screen.
You gently released yourself from Valko's arms, pressing the answer button on your phone's screen. "Hello?"
["Where are you, gorgeous?"] Tara's voice came through the speaker. ["Don't tell me you're still at home. Meeting starts in a few minutes."]
"Oh, shit— I totally forgot. I'll hurry." You ended the call, grabbed your bag, and slipped your phone inside.
You looked at Valko and patted his head softly. "We'll clear things up later, okay? You still have work, you should go too."
He looked at you with pained eyes, but he managed to force out a smile. "... Okay."
The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you let out a long sigh.
Today's conversation replayed in your mind for what felt like the hundredth time.
"...I really should explain it properly." You set your bag down at the table, slipping your hand inside to grab your phone. Worried, your thumb hovered over Valko's contact as several thoughts formed in your head.
What if you had hurt him? Maybe you worded it too harshly. Maybe he thought you were pushing him away.
Before you could call him, you heard a knock on your door.
You approached the door and stared at it for a few seconds, mustering your courage, feeling the familiar presence on the other side.
You clicked the door open and saw Valko standing unnaturally, with his hands behind him. "Hi, Valko."
"Hello..." His ears twitched, looking away.
"Um... about this morning, I am sorry." You scratched your head. "I don't want you to think that I am pushing you away," you explained.
You looked at him and saw his uneasy expression as he waited for you to continue.
"I like being with you, Valko. I like spending time with you," you straightforwardly spoke, blushing heavily as your heart thumped. "I- I just don't think... I just don't think it's appropriate to call it friends when we—"
"I don't want to be friends anymore." The words burst out of him before you could finish.
His ears shot upright, and his tail wagged anxiously. For a moment, even he was surprised by his outburst.
"Sorry, I interrupted you." He looked at you, looked away, and looked back at you again. "I tried imagining it earlier."
"I tried thinking about not being able to hold your hand. I tried thinking, not being able to see you every day or hug you," he paused.
Your eyes softened at his words, and your hands lowered from holding the knob.
"I tried thinking of us being separated because we're just friends," he frowned. "But I don't want that." His eyes looked pained, and his huge body seemed to shrink, as if he were bullied.
"Valko..."
"I hated it. I want hugs, lots of them. I want to hug you."
He looked at you firmly, tail wagging softly as he expressed himself.
"I like spending time with you."
"I like it when you pinch my nose."
"I like it when you pat my head."
"I like holding you. I like it when you hold me too."
"... I love waiting for you to come home."
You could not mutter anything and could only swallow. Your heart rang in your ears, muffling all the rustling sounds in your surroundings, and you could only hear his voice.
"If friends can't do that..." he inhaled deeply, pursing his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "May I ask you on a date?!"
His eyes slowly opened, studying your face for a second.
"Oops. Didn't mean to shout." He covered his tomato-colored face, feeling embarrassed, his ears folding slightly.
You could not help but smile at his silliness and ended up approaching him. How could you even resist a big baby who yearns only for you?
Before you could reach him, his eyes widened. He just remembered something important.
"Ah—!" A flower bouquet appeared in front of you. The ribbon was tied a little crookedly, and several petals were slightly out of place. "Here. For you."
You chuckled softly, noticing how the bouquet was slightly worn out, with some wolf hair stuck on it.
"Thank you, Valko. I appreciate it." You took the bouquet from his hand. "And yes, let's go on plenty of dates, shall we?"
You could have sworn you saw his gold eyes light up instantly, and his mouth opened slightly, as if bewildered by your words.
"Oh—I know a place." He turned around and placed one arm crossed over his chest while the other rested on it, his fist tucked beneath his chin in thought.
You listened to him babble some words and ended up giggling upon seeing his tail waggling in excitement.
"Um, Valko, there are some petals stuck on your tail."
a/n: guys, i am so happy we reached 8 followers! thank you for the support in my previous fics. additionally, i have decided to use the small fonts for all types of fics that i will write. and again, this was supposed to be very short, but i had so much fun writing this that it ended up a bit long. also, sorry for the mass posting TT, i'm writing as much as i can because once school starts, i believe i'll only be able to post once a week or once every two weeks. also, i have a sylus fic in the back of my head, but it'll take a while hehe. anyway, BRING VALKO BACK, INFOLD!!! enjoy reading! <3
💚🐺 Valkos favorite place is your neck, nuzzling his face into it & breathing you in after a long day, running his lips along the side & nibbling if you arent giving him enough attention.
His favorite place is your stomach, wrapping his arms around you from behind & rubbing it softly, laying his head on you & gazing up with loving eyes. Rubbing his face against it & commenting every time he hears it make a weird noise. If you have tummy pudge or chub he likes it, something for him to hold onto to, something soft. If youre insecure dont be, he'll pout & tell you its your "primordial pouch" & important for health.
His favorite place is your thighs, taking naps while you play with his ears & hair, or watching TV & mindlessly trailing his fingers up & down, sneaking higher & higher until you slap his hand away, causing a playful huff & trying again a few moments later. Rubbing your legs after a hard day at work, wrapping them around his waist to keep him close.
His favorite are your hands, for touching him, cupping his cheeks, tracing his features, his favorite are your arms, for holding him tight & embracing every part of him. His favorite are your eyes, watching him, staring into those pretty depths & not wanting to look away. His favorite are your ears, whispering everything he wants to do, blowing air to make you ticklish before biting playfully. His favorite is your hair, touching it, running his fingers through it.
Valkos favorite place is YOU (*^3(*^o^*) he loves you!!! 🐺💚
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.
💚 Valko Masterlist 💚
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, you’d 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 Sport. The rougher the trail, the bigger his grin gets. He’ll 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, you’re both covered in dust, and he’s already asking where you should explore next weekend.
Every hike turns into a treasure hunt because Valko can’t stop collecting little things for you. He’ll tuck tiny wildflowers behind your ear, and add another bloom to the growing bouquet in your hand. He’s a walking encyclopedia of plants. If he finds a fallen branch that’s big enough, though, all bets are off. He’ll 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 you’ve had to yell at him not to start lifting entire fallen tree trunks just because he wants to test his strength. He claims he’s “just curious.” You secretly think it’s kind of hot.
Camping is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. After a day hike, he’ll 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 s’mores 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 he’ll happily click, spin, squeeze, or fiddle with whatever little gadget you’ve 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. You’ll 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, he’ll 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 he’ll wander off for “just a minute” and inevitably come back with an armful of snacks nobody asked for. Somehow the cart always ends up containing kids’ chocolate milk, three kinds of beef jerky, and whatever new flavor of protein bars caught his eye. He’ll 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. You’ve bought him hand lotion more than once, but every bottle somehow ends up untouched in the bathroom cabinet. The only way he’ll actually use it is if you take his hands into yours and rub it in for him. He insists it’s because you “do it better,” but you suspect he just likes the excuse to sit there while you hold his hands.
Valko usually prefers floor time over the couch. You’ll 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, he’ll quietly lean back harder against you until he’s practically using your knees as a pillow.
He was surprisingly resistant to joining your little face mask nights at first, insisting they “weren’t really his thing.” It took exactly one evening of you convincing him to try a cooling mask fresh out of the shower. Now it’s 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 you’re reading, he’ll gently bump your arm. If you’re working, he’ll rest his forehead against yours until you finally look up. It’s the werewolf equivalent of saying, “pet me.”
He loves when you play with his hair or scratch behind his wolf ears. He’ll deny it every single time, insisting he doesn’t need it, but within thirty seconds he’s leaning into your hand with his eyes half closed. If you stop too soon, he’ll casually lower his head back under your fingers as if to remind you that you weren’t finished.
Playfighting is practically one of his love languages. He’ll 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 he’s caught you, you’re getting tossed over his shoulder or effortlessly lifted into the air like you’re his favorite chew toy, all while he’s laughing too hard to defend himself from your playful punches.
His nose is both a blessing and a curse. He can tell when you’re ovulating long before you mention it, and he can smell the moment your period starts too. It’s endlessly embarrassing because you’ll 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 it’s just information. To you, it’s 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, he’ll 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.
He’s 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, “you smell delicious.”
He has a ridiculous soft spot for your little socks. The moment you drape your legs across his lap while you’re lounging on the couch, he’ll start rubbing your feet, kneading away any soreness while the two of you watch TV. Every now and then, though, he’ll absentmindedly lift your feet closer to his face and take a long, appreciative sniff before you can stop him. It’s easily one of the most mortifying habits he has. He insists he doesn’t 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, he’ll shamelessly spread his legs wider without a second thought, resting back with the most content expression you’ve ever seen. He has absolutely no pride about it. If you’re willing to spoil him, he’s 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, “maybe I’ll let you hold it when we get married.”
Valko absolutely loves going down on you. He’s a messy eater in every sense of the word, throwing himself into it with shameless enthusiasm until he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s 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. He’ll 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, he’s 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 he’s completely mesmerized by the sight of your ass bouncing beneath him; the other half he’s 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 didn’t survive for very long. Once he realized you loved every part of him, knot included, he stopped hiding. Now he’s shameless about it, often ending up breathlessly begging to knot you instead. When he’s especially worked up, he’ll 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. He’ll happily lick every drop away with shameless dedication before getting distracted by sucking on your nipples until they’re swollen, completely losing track of time while he quietly enjoys himself.
Full moons bring out a side of Valko that’s 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 you’re left reassuring him that seeing that untamed side of him only reminds you that it’s still him underneath it all…And that you think his dominance is just as sexy as his submission.
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