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3.8k - Valko accidentally singing to MC and she can't help but laugh (based on this tweet) - 18+

You yawn, humming, feet swinging in the air, book in hand. The weekend is finally upon you and you’re free of hunting for a few days. Not only that, but your bedding—well, Valko’s bedding—is freshly washed, and you’d decided to take an everything shower in preparation for the long weekend. Everything will be perfect once Valko actually gets back from work. 

Over the time you’d been together, you’d both become accustomed to dropping by unannounced. At this point your two homes could be considered one with the way personal belongings can’t seem to stop invading the other’s space. You hadn’t even needed to bring anything when you decided you’d spend the weekend at his. Your skincare was fully stocked at the vanity next to his and there was no lack of clothes to choose from in the side of the closet he saved especially for you. Of course, you’d still decided to ignore those clothes and steal his pajamas, relishing in how his shirts pooled at your thighs. 

As a thank you, you’d cleaned up for him. It was obvious he’d had a long week from the state of his home. 

And now you’re reading a book he’d left on the nightstand on your side of the bed…and checking the clock every minute or so. Any minute now. 

It takes approximately 12 more minutes until you hear the telltale sound of the front door opening. You jump up, scrambling to stick a bookmark in and rolling towards the edge of the bed. 

Your feet plant on the floor, sending you running when you hear his voice. 

“Baby girl is that you?” His tone is playful as his voice echoes down the hallway.

“It’s me!” You cheer. You run down the hall, slipping on the smooth hardwood and crashing into the wall with a loud ‘oof’.

Valko bounds towards you, worry painting his rugged features. He visibly relaxes when he realizes you're crouched over from laughter and not pain.

“You gotta be more careful sweetheart, damn. Gonna give a guy a heart attack.” Valko cackles while he pulls you into his arms for a crushing, soul-healing hug.

“I was too excited to see you! It’s been two weeks.” You respond, leaning into his arms and breathing him in.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry. It’s been so busy at work and I meant to stop by yours last week but ended up crashing at the office.” He nuzzles into your neck, the telltale thump of his tail bouncing against the wall as it wags, echoing behind him.

“Well you’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” The spicy scent of his cologne is filling your nose and making you dizzy. “Did you want dinner first, or a shower?”

Valko pulls back a hair, his hand sliding down to rub your waist. A sly smirk spreads across his face, his lips pulling to show off a sharp canine. “First? Did you have something planned?” 

“Oh, no. I just shaved everywhere for no reason.”

He freezes, snapping to attention. “You shaved your bush?”

You snort, clasping his cheeks between both hands and shaking his head. “No I didn’t–! No, Val! I swear!”

He’s grabbing you and hauling you over his shoulder while you holler with laughter. Your fist does nothing to stop his advance towards the bedroom, not even your legs kicking out against him can. 

Valko’s warm hand slides up your leg, grabbing your thighs in one, quick motion and stopping you from almost kicking him in the face. He tosses you onto his bed, pillows dropping to the floor with the bounce of the mattress.

You shriek when he begins to climb over you, shutting right up when he dives towards you, lips crashing into yours with a starved kiss that has you squeezing your thighs together.

Valko pulls away, smirking at the way your expression becomes crestfallen in his absence. 

“Hey!” You reach out to pull him back down.

He dodges, jumping back when you sit up and grab for him again. “Nope–I gotta shower first. Wait for me here.” The bed shakes a little with his heavy footsteps as he hops backwards towards the ensuite bathroom.

“Ugh–you SUCK!” You grumble, flopping back onto the bed.

“Oh I will.” He remarks from inside, the sound of a zipper coming undone just barely audible over the rush of water from the showerhead. 

He kept the door open and you know he wishes you’d join him in there, but you’re not about to wash away the hours worth of skincare you put on. Besides, he won’t be long anyways, probably even more excited than you.

—

You stare at the ceiling, the soft strains of a Radiohead song playing from the bathroom. Every now and again you can hear the quiet mumble of Valko singing along, as if he really wants to break into a soulful rendition of High and Dry, but is just embarrassed enough to keep it to himself.

He’s cute like that–confident, a go-getter, never afraid to ask what he wants…but when it’s quiet and it’s just the two of you, that mask fades and you see the shy, awkward, wolf that desperately longs for your approval. You give it freely, of course, but his instinct is still there, despite his best efforts to break out of it. You know, one of these days he’ll crack and you’ll see every side of him, all the time, but the best you can do right now is accept what he decides to show you and wait patiently.

The shower stops, knob squeaking from inside the bathroom. Valko’s humming fades into a mumble.

You smile, enjoying the sound of him talking to himself. It’s like he’s trying to keep a mental note of something, but always ends up murmuring it to himself and going red in the ears when he realizes you’re listening.

He emerges from the bathroom, prompting you to sit up. You shield your face with your hands when he approaches and shakes out his wet hair, splashing cool drops everywhere. 

“Holy shit guys, what was that? I didn’t know it could rain inside!” He looks around the room, feigning a search for some hidden cloud.

You laugh, sitting up and scooting closer to him. “That’s crazy! You gotta get your house checked.”

Valko grins, tail thumping against his legs and almost knocking the loosely tied towel around his waist to the floor. He places his phone on his nightstand, music still playing quietly from the speaker.

You like that about Valko too, he gets nervous when it’s too quiet, his nose scrunching with worry as if he won’t be able to fill the silence all by himself. You’ve tried to convince him it’s okay if it’s quiet, but he prefers the noise and you can’t help but indulge him.

He gives you a quizzical look, “What? What are you thinking? What’s that face?”

Your fingers lace with his, your lips pulled into a loving smile as you look up at him. “You’re so cute.”

He huffs out a little sigh, almost a whimper, and pushes forward to lean over you. “I love you so much.”

You smile up at him as he crawls onto the bed, hovering over you and staring down at you like every puzzle in the universe has finally been solved. “I–love-you–too!” You murmur, punctuating each word with a peck to his cheeks and nose.

Valko hums, his tail starting its slow wag as he leans down, his plush lips meeting yours in a kiss so soft it feels like floating. You sigh into it, meeting him with equal softness. His tongue slips out from his mouth, licking gently at your bottom lip until you allow him entry. From there it’s all over.

His hands grasp at your hair, sides, shoulders, wherever he can touch and rub until you’re tingling with goosebumps. 

The clean scent of water and heady body wash fills your nostrils, the smell reminding you just where you are. Everything about him and his space is this way. Soft, and clean, and smelling so strongly of him that just entering the room feels like a warm hug. You grasp his shoulders, a little moan falling from your lips, letting him know you’re pleased, that you want to be here, that he consumes your thoughts and body just as you consume him.

Valko pulls away after what seems like an eternity, breath warm against your cheek. His hand fiddles with the bottom of your–his–T-shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You hum, “Yeah.” No matter how many times it happens, you can’t help but flush at how careful he is. He doesn’t care if you’ve done it a million times, he’ll still ask every time, watching your face so closely to make sure you’re okay.

Your arms raise as he pulls the shirt over your head, letting out a little groan at what lies beneath. No bra, no panties, just you. Beautiful, irresistible you. Captivating his every thought so badly that he can only get through the work day by reminding himself if he finishes faster he can see you faster.

You giggle, stroking his cheek, his skin so warm against your palm, “Someone’s getting distracted.”

He shakes his head, breaking out of his trance and looking back at you with eyes so full of admiration you freeze up a little.

“Sorry, I just…I missed you so bad it was all I could think about…and now that I have you I barely know what to do with you.”

Your nose crinkles up and you grab him, pulling him towards you in as tight of a hug as you can muster. “I actually can’t stand you, you’re gonna make me cry.” You hug him tighter, giggling with delight when he hugs you back with strong arms, arms made just for you.

He seems like he’s about to say something, so you speak quickly. “You don’t have to hold back, Val. I missed you just as bad–I really don’t care what happens, as long as it’s with you.”

You can see his shoulders visibly relax as he nods, hair tickling your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay…” He pulls off of you and leans back on his haunches, “I’m gonna eat you out then, ‘kay?”

You giggle, nodding and getting yourself cozy against his downy pillows. 

Valko sighs, smiling to himself as he situates himself over you. Your skin tingles where he kisses along it, lips traveling from a sweet peck on the mouth to your jaw, clavicle, and down your arm. He nuzzles into your hand, kissing your palm before working his way down to your thighs.

With every advance towards your core, his tail thumps louder against the mattress. You flush as he kisses along your inner thighs. He’s slow with it, kisses almost distracted as he nibbles the warm skin. The anticipation is enough to drive you crazy. Finally, he reaches your sweet spot, kissing your clit before giving it an experimental suck. 

You moan, a little noise, just enough to betray you’ll never fully be accustomed to the jolt of pleasure that sizzles through your body when he begins. You can feel as he adjusts, his nose bumping the bud while his tongue darts out between the folds of your labia, tasting the sweet wetness that had gathered there, just for him. He laps at your folds with increasing desperation, the moans that crash from his lips mixing with yours in a beautiful cacophony. 

It seems like in the space of a moment he’s gone from sweet and soft to devouring. He throws your legs over his shoulders, his tail tickling your calves as it whips back and forth. You writhe, hair swirling in tumultuous curves as your head turns from side to side on the silken pillow. Your thighs squeeze and he groans, reaching up with one of those big old hands of his and gripping at your thigh before moving to palm at your breast.

The world feels like it’s spinning out beneath you, spirals of pleasure shooting up from your core into each limb and back out again through your sweet moans. They fill the space of the bedroom, drowning out the quiet thrums of the music that Valko had left playing from his nightstand. You can hear Valko whining, slurping up every drop of arousal you have at your disposable and wantonly begging for more between your blooming lips.

His undercut is bristly beneath your fingertips when you grasp for purchase, his rosy mauve hair bright against the soft, greenish hue of his bedroom. It’s like a buoy in the middle of a roiling ocean, just managing to capture your attention and remind you where you are in the midst of your pleasure. The idea that he loves you so desperately and craves you with such starving desire has you flying past the edge and your muscles locking when the rush of your orgasm finally hits you.

Valko is still lapping away, his lips encircling the puff of your clit and making you tear up from the overstimulation. You pull at his hair, panting. “Val–Val stop–” 

It takes a few moments for him to register your request and pull himself away with disappointment marring his rugged features. “Are you okay? Was that okay?”

“Yeah–yes. Shit, c’mere” You breath, grabbing his hand from your chest and pulling him by the arm towards you. You can’t manage to kiss him fast enough, sighing when his lips are finally on yours. You can taste yourself on him, but you’re more focused on the warm scent of his skin and his hands grasping your face. The way he’s kissing is sloppy and so aggressive you can feel yourself actively being pushed back into the pillows–the soft pillowcase crowding your ears and muffling his whines.

His hand drifts down to your shoulder, then sides. Warmth spreads beneath your skin as he caresses further down, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat. 

You can feel how his body shifts above you, sheets rustling between your legs when he ruts into the mattress. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, too focused on you and his wandering hands. 

With a gasp that rasps at your throat with its sharpness, you pull away. Not far, just enough that you can push a few words out while you press your forehead–almost painfully so–into his. “Put it in–now–please.”

He whines, nose rubbing yours, his incessant humping against the mattress stilling for a moment. “Condom?”

“Mm-mm.” You respond, a tiny shake to your head. “I want to feel you–all of you–this time.”

“Okay.” The gravelly timbre that floods his tone buzzes in your skin, fresh arousal dribbling below so incessantly you’re almost shamed by it. But why should you be shamed at how much your boyfriend turns you on? Sure, he’s hot and knows what he’s doing when it comes to you, but the way he speaks to you and treats you, not only outside of bed, but especially in bed. Not all men are this kind in both situations. But Valko…you know he would rather die than hurt you. And that thought–that thought has you wet to the level of obscenity. 

And the craziest thing? You’re proud of it. You’re proud of how badly you’ve fallen for this man. There really is no place you’d rather be and no other man you’d rather be with. 

Valko is busy as you watch him, slowly undoing his towel and folding it in half. You’d think he’d gently toss it onto the chair by his bed but he seems to remember where he is at the last second and hucks it at the bathroom door entrance with the kind of abandon you usually see on a man who’s missed his bus and decided there’s no other option but to run to catch up.

And boy, does he run. His movements are accelerated now. You groan when he dips two fingers back into you, gathering slick to spread along his shaft and tip. He’s been leaking pre steadily since the activities began, that much apparently from the large, wet spot you saw on his towel, yet he still uses you he knows how crazy you get about it. He really does pay attention so well, to you at least.

He jolts as he roughly strokes his shaft, flinching, probably from the death grip he has on it. You reach up to rub his shoulders and comfort him, but end up only gripping them for purchase because he’s decided now is the time to press his tip up against you. It’s been two weeks, but he’s slow and, despite the desperate nature of his movements earlier, he did a good job of prepping you. It should all be a breeze, and it is, except he’s mumbling again.

You realize the words are lyrics, lyrics from the quiet song that plays from his phone on the nightstand. So conscious of you and your every movement is he, that he forgets himself in the moment. It makes you want to laugh. Enough that you feel the giggles bubbling beneath your lips. You want to hold them back, but he suddenly thrusts up to the hilt–finally–and your mouth falls open, half moan, half laughter.

Valko doesn’t snap out of his daze immediately, only once you’ve been giggling a solid few seconds does he gain consciousness enough to look at you, confused, his lips falling silent.

Your lips purse while you beam up at him, trying to hold in the laughter.

He realizes when the song hits a crescendo and his cheeks fill with a blush somehow deeper than before. “F-fuck, sorry.”

With a shake to your head, you smile wider, nose wrinkling with mirth, “I like…when you sing.” You murmur, pulling him by the shoulders down towards you so your bodies are almost parallel to the mattress.

A beat passes then suddenly Valko lunges forward, thrusting up deeply into you. His lips are fiery against your skin while he kisses all over your neck and shoulder. “Mean it?”

“Mm-hmm.” You sigh, gripping his shoulders as his pace picks up. It seems that every extra word you say has him building momentum, pushing you deeper into the pillows, and closer and closer towards the headboard.

You almost claw at his shoulder blades, each jolt of his body against yours punching the breath from your lungs and robbing you of any last shreds of decorum you have left.

Valko groans into your shoulder, pushing up onto his elbow and looking down on you. “You can scratch. You won’t hurt me, I don’t mind.”

“Okay...” Your palm goes flat on his back for a moment, fingers relaxing in the tiny window of calm you’re gifted.

Then he shifts, pulling back, lifting your legs up, and spreading you so wide you feel the sting of your hamstrings just beyond the haze of pleasure. Valko moans when your nails drag along his traps, leaving red streaks in your wake. If you were in your mind right now, you’d make the excuse it was because you were looking for purchase, but your consciousness floats just out of reach. And your nails drag, scratching and clawing at his skin like somehow his DNA caught under your fingernails will bring you that much closer to being one with him. Like your bodies, fused in your most intimate parts, will somehow combine you into one perfect being.

Valko sits back and grabs you, bringing you towards him and pulling so far out his tip almost slips out. Then you’re on his lap and he’s thrusting so deeply up into you that your vision goes black. You crash forward, sloppy as you grab onto him, hair falling over your face and his, tickling your skin with the curtain it makes around you two. Your eyes are open now, meeting the waxen yellow of his, flecks of gold hidden behind the dark haze of his arousal. Distantly, you hear the slap of skin on skin and the quiet hums of music echoing against the walls, but that isn’t the focus.

Nothing is the focus, but the burning pleasure that builds, his fingers are circling your clit again and everything is becoming too much as your orgasm builds. Stroke, by sloppy stroke, Valko thrusts into you until you’re keening over into his arms and spilling around him as he presses one last time into you, the virile warmth of his release painting your inside a beautiful, pearlescent white.

You pant, a weary hand reaching up to tug your hair out of your’s and Valko’s faces so you can see him. His eyes, golden and warm now that the light hits them, smile up at you, his teeth sparkling as he grins lazily.

“You like when I sing?”

“I like whatever you do when you fuck me like that.” You jest, leaning to kiss him, only pulling away when you remember you still need to catch your breath. “I want to hear you more often.”

Valko exhales, visibly bashful, but handling it like a champ. Just like he handles you while he lowers the both of you down onto the pillows again. He’s pulled out of you by now, but you can feel him filling up again against your leg from the praise. And truly, you would be remiss if you only spent one round with him after such a long absence these past two weeks.

—

The overhead fan buzzes, cooling your damp skin. It had taken a few more rounds to get everything out of your systems. You’d convinced yourself that by this time your skincare was settled into your skin and another shower wouldn’t hurt. So a shower the two of had, and what an eventful one that had been.

That’s irrelevant, though, because–just louder than the ceiling fan and your thoughts–is Valko, humming. Humming for you, probably, so eager to please it would make someone with commitment issues sick. Not you, of course.

At this point, every time his hand comes down to brush warm circles into your arm, you’re more and more convinced that you’re going to marry him. You want to marry him so hard it’s branded into your brain whenever you look at him. Even that isn’t relevant right now, though, because you’re here with him in his arms. It’s so warm here, so soft, so peaceful as his chest rumbles with the distant strains of a song long stuck inside his head. 

Valko yawns, the music ceasing for a moment. “You wanna do anything else? I can order food?”

You shake your head against his chest, letting yourself sink deeper into his embrace. “Nah, we can do that later. I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet.”

He laughs boyishly, almost bashful when he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

Then that beautiful humming starts again and the world is at peace.

This tweet has been tickling my brain for WEEKS and I needed to finish it! Ty to all the people who encouraged me to finish this, this is for you guys hehe <3 tags: @crimsonrubie, @sometimes-in-love-always-alive

[syrencore]

── .✦ apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) ✧.*

"'kuna."

your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.

only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.

as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.

sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.

yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.

"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."

without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.

"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."

still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.

"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.

"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."

after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.

"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."

"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.

"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.

a/n: tysm for 200 followers !! im in disbelief ✧.*

[mangothegiant]

3.8k - Valko accidentally singing to MC and she can't help but laugh (based on this tweet) - 18+

You yawn, humming, feet swinging in the air, book in hand. The weekend is finally upon you and you’re free of hunting for a few days. Not only that, but your bedding—well, Valko’s bedding—is freshly washed, and you’d decided to take an everything shower in preparation for the long weekend. Everything will be perfect once Valko actually gets back from work. 

Over the time you’d been together, you’d both become accustomed to dropping by unannounced. At this point your two homes could be considered one with the way personal belongings can’t seem to stop invading the other’s space. You hadn’t even needed to bring anything when you decided you’d spend the weekend at his. Your skincare was fully stocked at the vanity next to his and there was no lack of clothes to choose from in the side of the closet he saved especially for you. Of course, you’d still decided to ignore those clothes and steal his pajamas, relishing in how his shirts pooled at your thighs. 

As a thank you, you’d cleaned up for him. It was obvious he’d had a long week from the state of his home. 

And now you’re reading a book he’d left on the nightstand on your side of the bed…and checking the clock every minute or so. Any minute now. 

It takes approximately 12 more minutes until you hear the telltale sound of the front door opening. You jump up, scrambling to stick a bookmark in and rolling towards the edge of the bed. 

Your feet plant on the floor, sending you running when you hear his voice. 

“Baby girl is that you?” His tone is playful as his voice echoes down the hallway.

“It’s me!” You cheer. You run down the hall, slipping on the smooth hardwood and crashing into the wall with a loud ‘oof’.

Valko bounds towards you, worry painting his rugged features. He visibly relaxes when he realizes you're crouched over from laughter and not pain.

“You gotta be more careful sweetheart, damn. Gonna give a guy a heart attack.” Valko cackles while he pulls you into his arms for a crushing, soul-healing hug.

“I was too excited to see you! It’s been two weeks.” You respond, leaning into his arms and breathing him in.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry. It’s been so busy at work and I meant to stop by yours last week but ended up crashing at the office.” He nuzzles into your neck, the telltale thump of his tail bouncing against the wall as it wags, echoing behind him.

“Well you’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” The spicy scent of his cologne is filling your nose and making you dizzy. “Did you want dinner first, or a shower?”

Valko pulls back a hair, his hand sliding down to rub your waist. A sly smirk spreads across his face, his lips pulling to show off a sharp canine. “First? Did you have something planned?” 

“Oh, no. I just shaved everywhere for no reason.”

He freezes, snapping to attention. “You shaved your bush?”

You snort, clasping his cheeks between both hands and shaking his head. “No I didn’t–! No, Val! I swear!”

He’s grabbing you and hauling you over his shoulder while you holler with laughter. Your fist does nothing to stop his advance towards the bedroom, not even your legs kicking out against him can. 

Valko’s warm hand slides up your leg, grabbing your thighs in one, quick motion and stopping you from almost kicking him in the face. He tosses you onto his bed, pillows dropping to the floor with the bounce of the mattress.

You shriek when he begins to climb over you, shutting right up when he dives towards you, lips crashing into yours with a starved kiss that has you squeezing your thighs together.

Valko pulls away, smirking at the way your expression becomes crestfallen in his absence. 

“Hey!” You reach out to pull him back down.

He dodges, jumping back when you sit up and grab for him again. “Nope–I gotta shower first. Wait for me here.” The bed shakes a little with his heavy footsteps as he hops backwards towards the ensuite bathroom.

“Ugh–you SUCK!” You grumble, flopping back onto the bed.

“Oh I will.” He remarks from inside, the sound of a zipper coming undone just barely audible over the rush of water from the showerhead. 

He kept the door open and you know he wishes you’d join him in there, but you’re not about to wash away the hours worth of skincare you put on. Besides, he won’t be long anyways, probably even more excited than you.

—

You stare at the ceiling, the soft strains of a Radiohead song playing from the bathroom. Every now and again you can hear the quiet mumble of Valko singing along, as if he really wants to break into a soulful rendition of High and Dry, but is just embarrassed enough to keep it to himself.

He’s cute like that–confident, a go-getter, never afraid to ask what he wants…but when it’s quiet and it’s just the two of you, that mask fades and you see the shy, awkward, wolf that desperately longs for your approval. You give it freely, of course, but his instinct is still there, despite his best efforts to break out of it. You know, one of these days he’ll crack and you’ll see every side of him, all the time, but the best you can do right now is accept what he decides to show you and wait patiently.

The shower stops, knob squeaking from inside the bathroom. Valko’s humming fades into a mumble.

You smile, enjoying the sound of him talking to himself. It’s like he’s trying to keep a mental note of something, but always ends up murmuring it to himself and going red in the ears when he realizes you’re listening.

He emerges from the bathroom, prompting you to sit up. You shield your face with your hands when he approaches and shakes out his wet hair, splashing cool drops everywhere. 

“Holy shit guys, what was that? I didn’t know it could rain inside!” He looks around the room, feigning a search for some hidden cloud.

You laugh, sitting up and scooting closer to him. “That’s crazy! You gotta get your house checked.”

Valko grins, tail thumping against his legs and almost knocking the loosely tied towel around his waist to the floor. He places his phone on his nightstand, music still playing quietly from the speaker.

You like that about Valko too, he gets nervous when it’s too quiet, his nose scrunching with worry as if he won’t be able to fill the silence all by himself. You’ve tried to convince him it’s okay if it’s quiet, but he prefers the noise and you can’t help but indulge him.

He gives you a quizzical look, “What? What are you thinking? What’s that face?”

Your fingers lace with his, your lips pulled into a loving smile as you look up at him. “You’re so cute.”

He huffs out a little sigh, almost a whimper, and pushes forward to lean over you. “I love you so much.”

You smile up at him as he crawls onto the bed, hovering over you and staring down at you like every puzzle in the universe has finally been solved. “I–love-you–too!” You murmur, punctuating each word with a peck to his cheeks and nose.

Valko hums, his tail starting its slow wag as he leans down, his plush lips meeting yours in a kiss so soft it feels like floating. You sigh into it, meeting him with equal softness. His tongue slips out from his mouth, licking gently at your bottom lip until you allow him entry. From there it’s all over.

His hands grasp at your hair, sides, shoulders, wherever he can touch and rub until you’re tingling with goosebumps. 

The clean scent of water and heady body wash fills your nostrils, the smell reminding you just where you are. Everything about him and his space is this way. Soft, and clean, and smelling so strongly of him that just entering the room feels like a warm hug. You grasp his shoulders, a little moan falling from your lips, letting him know you’re pleased, that you want to be here, that he consumes your thoughts and body just as you consume him.

Valko pulls away after what seems like an eternity, breath warm against your cheek. His hand fiddles with the bottom of your–his–T-shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You hum, “Yeah.” No matter how many times it happens, you can’t help but flush at how careful he is. He doesn’t care if you’ve done it a million times, he’ll still ask every time, watching your face so closely to make sure you’re okay.

Your arms raise as he pulls the shirt over your head, letting out a little groan at what lies beneath. No bra, no panties, just you. Beautiful, irresistible you. Captivating his every thought so badly that he can only get through the work day by reminding himself if he finishes faster he can see you faster.

You giggle, stroking his cheek, his skin so warm against your palm, “Someone’s getting distracted.”

He shakes his head, breaking out of his trance and looking back at you with eyes so full of admiration you freeze up a little.

“Sorry, I just…I missed you so bad it was all I could think about…and now that I have you I barely know what to do with you.”

Your nose crinkles up and you grab him, pulling him towards you in as tight of a hug as you can muster. “I actually can’t stand you, you’re gonna make me cry.” You hug him tighter, giggling with delight when he hugs you back with strong arms, arms made just for you.

He seems like he’s about to say something, so you speak quickly. “You don’t have to hold back, Val. I missed you just as bad–I really don’t care what happens, as long as it’s with you.”

You can see his shoulders visibly relax as he nods, hair tickling your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay…” He pulls off of you and leans back on his haunches, “I’m gonna eat you out then, ‘kay?”

You giggle, nodding and getting yourself cozy against his downy pillows. 

Valko sighs, smiling to himself as he situates himself over you. Your skin tingles where he kisses along it, lips traveling from a sweet peck on the mouth to your jaw, clavicle, and down your arm. He nuzzles into your hand, kissing your palm before working his way down to your thighs.

With every advance towards your core, his tail thumps louder against the mattress. You flush as he kisses along your inner thighs. He’s slow with it, kisses almost distracted as he nibbles the warm skin. The anticipation is enough to drive you crazy. Finally, he reaches your sweet spot, kissing your clit before giving it an experimental suck. 

You moan, a little noise, just enough to betray you’ll never fully be accustomed to the jolt of pleasure that sizzles through your body when he begins. You can feel as he adjusts, his nose bumping the bud while his tongue darts out between the folds of your labia, tasting the sweet wetness that had gathered there, just for him. He laps at your folds with increasing desperation, the moans that crash from his lips mixing with yours in a beautiful cacophony. 

It seems like in the space of a moment he’s gone from sweet and soft to devouring. He throws your legs over his shoulders, his tail tickling your calves as it whips back and forth. You writhe, hair swirling in tumultuous curves as your head turns from side to side on the silken pillow. Your thighs squeeze and he groans, reaching up with one of those big old hands of his and gripping at your thigh before moving to palm at your breast.

The world feels like it’s spinning out beneath you, spirals of pleasure shooting up from your core into each limb and back out again through your sweet moans. They fill the space of the bedroom, drowning out the quiet thrums of the music that Valko had left playing from his nightstand. You can hear Valko whining, slurping up every drop of arousal you have at your disposable and wantonly begging for more between your blooming lips.

His undercut is bristly beneath your fingertips when you grasp for purchase, his rosy mauve hair bright against the soft, greenish hue of his bedroom. It’s like a buoy in the middle of a roiling ocean, just managing to capture your attention and remind you where you are in the midst of your pleasure. The idea that he loves you so desperately and craves you with such starving desire has you flying past the edge and your muscles locking when the rush of your orgasm finally hits you.

Valko is still lapping away, his lips encircling the puff of your clit and making you tear up from the overstimulation. You pull at his hair, panting. “Val–Val stop–” 

It takes a few moments for him to register your request and pull himself away with disappointment marring his rugged features. “Are you okay? Was that okay?”

“Yeah–yes. Shit, c’mere” You breath, grabbing his hand from your chest and pulling him by the arm towards you. You can’t manage to kiss him fast enough, sighing when his lips are finally on yours. You can taste yourself on him, but you’re more focused on the warm scent of his skin and his hands grasping your face. The way he’s kissing is sloppy and so aggressive you can feel yourself actively being pushed back into the pillows–the soft pillowcase crowding your ears and muffling his whines.

His hand drifts down to your shoulder, then sides. Warmth spreads beneath your skin as he caresses further down, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat. 

You can feel how his body shifts above you, sheets rustling between your legs when he ruts into the mattress. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, too focused on you and his wandering hands. 

With a gasp that rasps at your throat with its sharpness, you pull away. Not far, just enough that you can push a few words out while you press your forehead–almost painfully so–into his. “Put it in–now–please.”

He whines, nose rubbing yours, his incessant humping against the mattress stilling for a moment. “Condom?”

“Mm-mm.” You respond, a tiny shake to your head. “I want to feel you–all of you–this time.”

“Okay.” The gravelly timbre that floods his tone buzzes in your skin, fresh arousal dribbling below so incessantly you’re almost shamed by it. But why should you be shamed at how much your boyfriend turns you on? Sure, he’s hot and knows what he’s doing when it comes to you, but the way he speaks to you and treats you, not only outside of bed, but especially in bed. Not all men are this kind in both situations. But Valko…you know he would rather die than hurt you. And that thought–that thought has you wet to the level of obscenity. 

And the craziest thing? You’re proud of it. You’re proud of how badly you’ve fallen for this man. There really is no place you’d rather be and no other man you’d rather be with. 

Valko is busy as you watch him, slowly undoing his towel and folding it in half. You’d think he’d gently toss it onto the chair by his bed but he seems to remember where he is at the last second and hucks it at the bathroom door entrance with the kind of abandon you usually see on a man who’s missed his bus and decided there’s no other option but to run to catch up.

And boy, does he run. His movements are accelerated now. You groan when he dips two fingers back into you, gathering slick to spread along his shaft and tip. He’s been leaking pre steadily since the activities began, that much apparently from the large, wet spot you saw on his towel, yet he still uses you he knows how crazy you get about it. He really does pay attention so well, to you at least.

He jolts as he roughly strokes his shaft, flinching, probably from the death grip he has on it. You reach up to rub his shoulders and comfort him, but end up only gripping them for purchase because he’s decided now is the time to press his tip up against you. It’s been two weeks, but he’s slow and, despite the desperate nature of his movements earlier, he did a good job of prepping you. It should all be a breeze, and it is, except he’s mumbling again.

You realize the words are lyrics, lyrics from the quiet song that plays from his phone on the nightstand. So conscious of you and your every movement is he, that he forgets himself in the moment. It makes you want to laugh. Enough that you feel the giggles bubbling beneath your lips. You want to hold them back, but he suddenly thrusts up to the hilt–finally–and your mouth falls open, half moan, half laughter.

Valko doesn’t snap out of his daze immediately, only once you’ve been giggling a solid few seconds does he gain consciousness enough to look at you, confused, his lips falling silent.

Your lips purse while you beam up at him, trying to hold in the laughter.

He realizes when the song hits a crescendo and his cheeks fill with a blush somehow deeper than before. “F-fuck, sorry.”

With a shake to your head, you smile wider, nose wrinkling with mirth, “I like…when you sing.” You murmur, pulling him by the shoulders down towards you so your bodies are almost parallel to the mattress.

A beat passes then suddenly Valko lunges forward, thrusting up deeply into you. His lips are fiery against your skin while he kisses all over your neck and shoulder. “Mean it?”

“Mm-hmm.” You sigh, gripping his shoulders as his pace picks up. It seems that every extra word you say has him building momentum, pushing you deeper into the pillows, and closer and closer towards the headboard.

You almost claw at his shoulder blades, each jolt of his body against yours punching the breath from your lungs and robbing you of any last shreds of decorum you have left.

Valko groans into your shoulder, pushing up onto his elbow and looking down on you. “You can scratch. You won’t hurt me, I don’t mind.”

“Okay...” Your palm goes flat on his back for a moment, fingers relaxing in the tiny window of calm you’re gifted.

Then he shifts, pulling back, lifting your legs up, and spreading you so wide you feel the sting of your hamstrings just beyond the haze of pleasure. Valko moans when your nails drag along his traps, leaving red streaks in your wake. If you were in your mind right now, you’d make the excuse it was because you were looking for purchase, but your consciousness floats just out of reach. And your nails drag, scratching and clawing at his skin like somehow his DNA caught under your fingernails will bring you that much closer to being one with him. Like your bodies, fused in your most intimate parts, will somehow combine you into one perfect being.

Valko sits back and grabs you, bringing you towards him and pulling so far out his tip almost slips out. Then you’re on his lap and he’s thrusting so deeply up into you that your vision goes black. You crash forward, sloppy as you grab onto him, hair falling over your face and his, tickling your skin with the curtain it makes around you two. Your eyes are open now, meeting the waxen yellow of his, flecks of gold hidden behind the dark haze of his arousal. Distantly, you hear the slap of skin on skin and the quiet hums of music echoing against the walls, but that isn’t the focus.

Nothing is the focus, but the burning pleasure that builds, his fingers are circling your clit again and everything is becoming too much as your orgasm builds. Stroke, by sloppy stroke, Valko thrusts into you until you’re keening over into his arms and spilling around him as he presses one last time into you, the virile warmth of his release painting your inside a beautiful, pearlescent white.

You pant, a weary hand reaching up to tug your hair out of your’s and Valko’s faces so you can see him. His eyes, golden and warm now that the light hits them, smile up at you, his teeth sparkling as he grins lazily.

“You like when I sing?”

“I like whatever you do when you fuck me like that.” You jest, leaning to kiss him, only pulling away when you remember you still need to catch your breath. “I want to hear you more often.”

Valko exhales, visibly bashful, but handling it like a champ. Just like he handles you while he lowers the both of you down onto the pillows again. He’s pulled out of you by now, but you can feel him filling up again against your leg from the praise. And truly, you would be remiss if you only spent one round with him after such a long absence these past two weeks.

—

The overhead fan buzzes, cooling your damp skin. It had taken a few more rounds to get everything out of your systems. You’d convinced yourself that by this time your skincare was settled into your skin and another shower wouldn’t hurt. So a shower the two of had, and what an eventful one that had been.

That’s irrelevant, though, because–just louder than the ceiling fan and your thoughts–is Valko, humming. Humming for you, probably, so eager to please it would make someone with commitment issues sick. Not you, of course.

At this point, every time his hand comes down to brush warm circles into your arm, you’re more and more convinced that you’re going to marry him. You want to marry him so hard it’s branded into your brain whenever you look at him. Even that isn’t relevant right now, though, because you’re here with him in his arms. It’s so warm here, so soft, so peaceful as his chest rumbles with the distant strains of a song long stuck inside his head. 

Valko yawns, the music ceasing for a moment. “You wanna do anything else? I can order food?”

You shake your head against his chest, letting yourself sink deeper into his embrace. “Nah, we can do that later. I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet.”

He laughs boyishly, almost bashful when he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

Then that beautiful humming starts again and the world is at peace.

This tweet has been tickling my brain for WEEKS and I needed to finish it! Ty to all the people who encouraged me to finish this, this is for you guys hehe <3 tags: @crimsonrubie, @sometimes-in-love-always-alive

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[mangothegiant]

I’ve been in a writing rut (haha rut. Cuz he’s an alpha) and wanna finish a second installment of freaky Valko. PLEASE GIVE ME ENCOURAGEMENT I NEED TO FINISH THIS! FOR VALKO!! 😭😭

[qintten]

lads boys as ASMRtists

based on my post about dr. zayne here lol

⭐ xavier: i mean, mukbang yeah. especially those with food that look like real objects. i don't think he does the chewing noises though. just good crunches and soft "mmm"s. good company while you eat. had to take a break one time after accidentally eating real glue in his real or not? video. like he just... bit into it and kept eating for some reason.

❄️ zayne: we already established doctor asmr but i think he'd also do work/study with me. you obvs don't see what he's working on (confidential!) but the camera is angled on his hands while typing and stuff. very good for body doubling. did an 8 hr work with me vid and you can see the candy wrappers slowly piling up over time.

🐦‍⬛ sylus: bedtime stories! his voice is sooo good for reading stories until halfway through you realize he's reading the most diabolical horror story about some shit that happened in the n109 zone. gets really into it with the voice acting though. luke, kieran, and mephisto cameos sometimes. ends his stories with a soft, "the end. good night, sweetie."

🍎 caleb: boyfriend asmr. just kidding, he'd do those stupid asmr roleplays where it's like pov: you're the last apple in my pantry or something. for his 1 million followers celebration he did actual boyfriend asmr and everyone was floored at how good he was at it. teases new bf asmr constantly but it never happens again....

🐟 rafayel: production value 100%!! there's props, costumes, and LORE!! probably the one who takes it the most seriously. his most viewed video is his lemurian siren captures you ASMR. very good at personal attention and layered sounds. sometimes does bathtub asmr but locked behind memberships.

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[mangothegiant]

STOP MAKING FICS OF VALKO INDEFINITELY GOING ON BUSINESS TRIPS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

[mwphisto]

“Do you think she’ll have your hair color?”

Your fingers swirl softly in the burgundy tuffs of his hair, inching towards the nape of his neck where fluff turns into scruff. “Maybe, but I’d love it if she had your hair color.”

Valko’s head rests on your shoulder, slightly atop your chest. Laying in bed together, listening to the soft putter of rain hit the window, staring down at the swell of your stomach. Your precious little pup growing inside.

“I really hope she has your eyes, Val.” Those beautiful amber orbs that you fell in love with, you can only pray that your doting little girl is blessed with the same ones. “You just want her to be a mini version of me? Where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want a mini version of you.”

A large hand splays over your stomach, feeling your little girl’s fluttering kicks as greeting. She loves the sound of her papa’s voice, loves the feeling of her papa’s touch. Just as much as her mama does. “We’ll have more babies. Let me have this though, yeah? I want my first experience with motherhood to be with a mini of the love of my life.”

The first great grandchild no less, and a little girl? Valko’s family had already spoiled her rotten and she hadn’t even left your womb. Now, you were just as bad… though he may be worse. “Still, not fair. I want her to look like the woman I can’t live without.” His thumb caresses your tummy softly, a smile curling his lips when she kicks.

“She’s already feisty like you, look at her go.” You laugh, watching your tummy jump and your little girl jostle. “She’s got her papa’s stubbornness, his determination. She’s really shaping up to be a mini you, Val.”

“Our little pup.” He affirms rather than acknowledging your comment, only proving his stubbornness. Though, the smile on your lips can’t be stopped. Gingerly, you scratch at his ears, sighing as you mutter back. “Our little pup.”

I miss him like he’s my dead wife… trust me y’all regardless of the outcome I will not stop writing for Valko. Lads will always be 6 to me.

[mangothegiant]

I have this innate sense Valko really loves RnB but I need to know what u all think

Im putting together some freaky time songs for him and ill I’ve got is Christian Kuria and Dijon LOLL

Valko songs?

RnB fs

Rock

Rap

Pop

Instrumental

Hip hop

Other (lmk in the comments)

Voting ended onJul 4

[mangothegiant]

I just learned how to use the "Read more" feature for fics and I ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE SUCH A CHUD...BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HOW BEFORE

Crazy housekeeping happening on the blog rn...if only I could clean my room as well as my fics.........LMAO

[mangothegiant]

2.9k - Zayne reminding you you'll always be the most important person in his life (hurt/comfort - NOT beta read)

Your eyelids are heavy and your cheek sticks to the pillowcase. Curled in on yourself, in this bed too big for just one girl, you’d fallen asleep crying. But now you’re awake again, and the warm, pooling sunlight of the early morning is starting to spill through the curtains while your body begs for you to open your eyes and stretch.

So you do. Muscles stretch to relieve some of the stiffness from sleep while dry eyes open and take in your surroundings. He’s not here. He’s never here anymore. That’s why you fell asleep crying. That’s why you want to cry right now, on this beautiful spring morning that you should be celebrating.

But you don’t want to celebrate. What good is your favorite season if you can’t share it with him?

Flipping the covers over your head, you decide to sleep for a few minutes more. There’s no reason for you to enjoy the warm sunlight right now, when your mood is so dark.

—

At work, you finally decide to check the notifications from him that read “8 hrs ago”. 

11:02pm: Going to be home a bit later tonight.

12:37am: Heading home soon.

2:14am: emergency surgery–don’t stay up

You don’t have the strength to reply to those messages. If he sent that 8 hours ago it means he’s either still in surgery or, more likely, got out of the surgery and crashed in his office…again. Even though you know it’s not fair, he didn’t ask to stay later, it still hurts that you can’t be his priority. You both know that him coming home to sleep with you on time isn’t as important as the time he puts into work, especially surgeries. You know this. You know that he’s saving lives and you couldn’t be more proud.

So why are you crying right now? Why is Tara standing over later at work you, rubbing your shoulder and begging you to tell her what’s wrong? Why are you being sent home after Captain Jenna sees your inconsolable state?

Why are you stuck alone in this bed again, an hour later, this bed that’s too big for just you. This bed that you hate because it reminds you of the man that’s supposed to be curled up beside you, brushing away your cold tears and telling you he’s sorry for neglecting you.

You hiccup, curling in on yourself again and letting sleep take you.

—

Zayne knows you saw his messages. You like to keep read receipts on so he knows that you’re listening. 

He’d finished the surgery at 6am. At that point his next shift was starting in two hours and it wasn’t worth it to make the drive home, sleep for a half hour, then get right back up and drive to the hospital. He’d meant to text that he would sleep in his office, but he was so exhausted that when he finally got to the couch he practically collapsed, forgetting to remove his glasses in his hurry to sleep.

Zayne wakes up with a sore ear from where he was sleeping on his glasses and a sore neck from his small office couch. He looks around his office, something feeling slightly off. After a moment of fishing for his phone he sees that it’s 10am and he had missed at least two appointments.

Jumping up from his couch, he stuffed his phone in his pocket and adjusted his jacket before rushing outside and finding Yvonne. She greets him cheerily, inquiring why he’s still here.

Confused, Zayne asks for his schedule.

And that was just it. 

Today was Zayne’s day off. He had no schedule today. He’d fallen asleep here instead of rushing home to you and staying with you for at least an hour or two before you had to clock in to work. Mentally kicking himself, Zayne thanks Yvonne and rushes to his office, grabbing his keys and coat with his wallet neatly tucked inside the pocket.

—

The dark grip of empty, unfulfilling sleep, slowly lets you go as your shoulder rocks. A warm, steady hand shakes it gently, Zayne’s soothing voice begging you to wake up.

“Love, you need to wake up and talk to me. What’s wrong? Why didn’t you go to work today?” His large palm slides down your shoulder to your forearm, rubbing warm circles into it as he leans closer to you, his voice closer as he repeats his question. “What’s wrong, Darling? Talk to me—please.”

You take deep shaky breaths, your body tired and sore from sleeping for so long. You don’t know what time it is, or why he’s here, but you’d never meant for him to see you like this.

“I…um…” Your voice cracks and you swallow shakily. “They sent me home early today.”

His grip is warm and smooths over your arm, gently turning you to lie on your back and look up at him. Zayne’s brow is creased, he looks worse than you do, probably. Exhaustion plastered over his face that looks down at yours with raw concern. The expression is sad enough that you begin to cry again. 

Maybe it’s because you missed him so desperately, or you were worried that he wasn’t sleeping enough, or you were in pain because of the doubt you keep locked away deep inside your chest that maybe he loves his work more than you and he’s keeping you around because it’s easier than turning you away.

You sob freely into his shoulder after he crashes down beside you and pulls you into his arms. He tries to soothe you, desperate hands scrubbing away the sadness that coats you with rapid caresses. It’s evident that he’s exhausted and his body is too tired to process all the emotions crashing between the two of you. 

But you cannot stop. You are sad and your body reacts, trying to quell the sadness through tears.

Zayne murmurs into your ears, telling you “I’m here…shh…sweetheart, please don’t cry,” but his soothing falls on deaf ears.

You don’t know how much time passed before you calmed down, trying to steady your quaking breaths as you clutch him. Sniffling, you try to hide away, but Zayne presses his palm to your cheek and turns your face to him. His eyes are tired and pained, you know that every little hiccuping sob you let out was felt by him too. He leans over you, kissing your tear stained cheeks and whispering comforting words into your skin.

After some time, he pulls back. You notice now that you’re not even under the covers. You’d collapsed onto the bed in your work clothes and he, in his rush to see you, hadn’t even taken off his slippers. His suit is crumpled and his glasses lie askew, but he’s here, finally, he’s here…and he radiates exhaustion.

You mentally berate yourself, how could you allow yourself to keep him up like this? You were so selfish today. You ignored his texts, left work early just to wallow in bed, and when he finally came home all you did was cry. You’re so disappointed in yourself. You can’t do anything right and you’re sure he knows it.

Zayne rubs warm circles into your cheeks, pained eyes staring into your soul as he speaks to you. “Darling…what’s wrong? Did something happen at work today? Please, you can tell me.”

You hiccup, not wanting to burden him.

“It was nothing, you should sleep–”

“No it was not nothing, how could you say this is nothing?” The pressure on your cheeks builds as he presses his hands into your face, worry staining his beautiful hazel-green eyes. “Please, you need to tell me. 

“I don’t…I can’t…” Trying to breathe, you close your eyes and focus on the rush of air that comes in through your nose and out through gritted teeth.

He strokes your face, waiting.

“I don’t want…” You hiccup again. Your tears are dry, but you still feel the urge to cry. “I don’t want to burden you…” Your whispered words spill into the quiet bedroom, so vulnerable and tiny they can barely be heard. 

Zayne stills for a moment. You can’t look at his face. 

His arms wrap around your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug so tight that the nausea from your crying makes you want to throw up.

“Never say that. Never tell me that.” He pauses, pressing your head closer to his shoulder. “Please never say that. You will never be a burden, you couldn’t be even if you tried. Please don’t say things like that.” His warm fingers card through your hair and he pulls away to look in your eyes. “Even if you were rocks tied to my neck you wouldn’t be a burden. I will always carry you, that’s what I’m here for. I’ll always be here for you”

Your lower lip trembles, “Then…then why weren’t you here last night?”

His face falls and he squeezes me tighter, “Shhh, please don’t cry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have stayed so late, someone else could have handled that surgery. I’m sorry…sweetheart, look at me.”

You hiccup, throat catching as you slide your eyes back up to look at him, “I…I…” You pause and he patiently waits for you to finish, knowing the true things you want to say will take a while to form. “You…I know I’m not your priority, and I’m ok with that. There are so many things that are more important…but, but sometimes I wish…I wish I could be your first priority. Just for a day…I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish–I know…”

He kisses your brow and lashes, trying to comfort you through the warmth of skin on skin. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way? My love, you will always be my first priority. I go to work and, no matter what I do, you’re always there in my mind, begging me to come home.” His breaths come in shaky, so close to your face you can hear every ragged sound. “I don’t mean to act like I prioritize my work over you…I just…I can’t let anyone else pass…if I can help it.” The bed creaks as Zayne shifts closer to you, his warmth enveloping you as his leg curves over yours. Silence fills the room, save for your sniffles and the distant ticking of a clock.

He clears his throat, his hair rustling against the pillow. “I want you to know…I trust you so much…maybe too much this time. I trusted you were strong enough to shoulder being all alone for so long…and that’s not fair. We’re responsible for each other, I need to be around more for you, there is no excuse for my absence. Not even my work.”

“...But your work is so important. I can’t get in the way of it. You said it yourself–you can’t allow anyone else to die. I don’t want to get between you and your responsibilities.”

“You are my responsibility.”

Silence falls once again. You dislodge yourself from his arms and sit up. “But is it too much responsibility? Me and your job?”

He grunts, sitting up and leaning forward. His forehead gently thumps against yours. Zayne sighs. A long, exhausted, overwhelming sigh. “Sometimes…yes. But it is worth every second. You are worth every second.” He takes your hand, a light chuckle spilling from his lips. He shakes his head, “Don’t make that face, I would never lie to you.”

You giggle a little. Shaky, but the laughter is there. “What face?”

“That one–oh no! It’s gone!” His lips tickle your cheekbones as he peppers them with kisses, almost making you smile. The awful ache in your chest that’s been here for so long is almost fully gone, replaced by something light and so, so relieved. 

“Quit that!” You can feel your smile cracking through every barrier you’d carefully placed. “You’re going to make me believe you…”

“I haven’t yet?” He pauses, pulling back ever so slightly. “I need to try harder, then.” You shriek with laughter as his hands trace down to your waist and tickle just below the line of your leather uniform. Leaning forward, Zayne presses his lips to yours, replacing your laughter with a sweet gasp.

You tingle with warmth as he kisses you. It’s not full of fire, or passion, but rather a gentle love that radiates warmth, thawing you out after such a cold spring without him. The feelings he couldn’t convey with words find themselves perfectly translated by the way his lips slot with yours.

The bed squeaks as he pulls away. He untangles his hands from your hair and shoves off of you, landing squarely to your right. You turn your head towards him. “I’m sorry.”

Zayne opens his mouth to protest, but you shake your head. “No, let me finish. I’m sorry for doubting you, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to and it happened anyways…thank you for reassuring me. I feel so much better now that you’ve told me this. Really, I promise.”

He looks at you with so much love as you speak, maybe even a little pride. It makes you blush. “Is it alright if I still try to make it up to you?”

You blink at him, nodding slowly. “Mmm…yes. I’d like that.”

His eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles. “You know…I had the day off today…I was so tired I forgot. I’m sorry too.”

You groan, grabbing his shoulders and giving them a good shake. “What awful, shitty, horrible timing. I got out early today too…”

“You wouldn’t have if not for what I put you through. I’m sorry I’m such an awful husband.” He lets you shake him, looking very sheepish.

“I forgive you because I love you…and because you’re so nice. I think we both deserve to be spoiled!” You exclaim, emphasizing the ‘both’. “It must have been a long week for you too, huh? You look awful–wait no! Wait!”

Zayne laughs aloud, running a hand over his face, “Sorry I’m so disagreeable to look at…”

Your stomach hurts with how hard you’re laughing, “No, Zayne–no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean–”

His shoulders shake with laughter and he shakes his head. “How about we both take a nap, hmm? And then I’ll cook you something nice for lunch.”

“We can cook together!” You smile, leaning into his shoulder and taking a deep breath that ends in a long, long sigh. “I missed you…”

He nuzzles into your hair, sighing too. “Yvonne couldn’t get me out of the hospital fast enough this morning. I could hear her laughing at me from all the way down the hall.”

You rub your eye, giggling lightly. “Alright, sleep.”

“Agreed.” He peels his suit jacket off, knees cracking when he stands up from where he’d been sitting on the bed. 

You laugh at him, shaking your head while you shuck your own uniform. Your hands move instinctually as you remove each belt and layer. It only takes a minute for you to be down to your underwear and you sigh in relief at the feeling of no constrictions. 

Zayne smiles softly at you, pausing completely from removing his shirt to blink at you slowly. 

You can feel yourself melt under his gaze. You nudge his shin with your foot, “Someone’s distracted.”

He shakes his head, chuckling at himself. “I admit, I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up!” You pick up your pillow and throw it at him, “Your flattery will get you everywhere.”

Zayne tosses his shirt towards a chair behind him but it slips down to the floor. His pants spill to the floor and he reaches around you to pull his pajama pants from under his pillow. 

You tickle his side and he jerks away from you, dropping the pants to the floor. You’re consumed by a fit of giggles while Zayne picks up the garment from the floor with a grunt. 

You grab his sleep shirt from beneath his pillow and pull it over your shoulders. The telltale snap of your bra coming undone follows and soon enough you’ve pulled it from the shirt and tossed it with your pile of clothes on the floor. “That’s a problem for later.”

He hums in agreement, hands splayed as he crawls over you to his side of the bed. “Mm, later.”

You roll over, pulling the covers from under the pillows and snuggling into the sheets beneath. Zayne slips in beside you, wriggling a bit as he gets situated. His eyes shine with humor and so much love, following your every movement while you get comfortable and let out a loooong sigh.

“Cozy, love?”

With a slow blink, you nod at him. “Mm. I could fall asleep right now.”

He shifts forward a hair, slipping his arms around your waist and shoulders and pulling you so close with the gentlest of touches. “Sleep well, then.”

His neck smells of mint and antiseptic where you curl your head into the crook. Your body relaxes as it settles into the soft bedding. You finally feel like you’re at peace, feeling a little foolish for letting your thoughts bully you so badly. He’s here right now, he was here after the explosion, and he’ll be here when you’re going stiff in the joints and grey in your hair. Always. 

“I love you, Zayne.”

Zayne’s breath rustles your hair and he hugs you just a little tighter. “I love you too.”

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[mangothegiant]

0.9k - Laughing during sex with Valko (not beta read) 18+

“Come on sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” Valko pants, pace sloppy and rough. His face is twisted, nose scrunched in pleasure.

“Mmnn, Val—! Please—” With a trembling hand, you reach up and slap your hand on the side of his face. Just managing to slide it back to his hair, you grab a fistful of his umber locks and pull him back into a kiss. Your lips are curling into a smile when your brain conjures up the image of him just moments before–it had looked like he smelled something rotten or had accidentally knocked something against his nose and recoiled in pain.

He grunts, kissing back hard against you, teeth knocking against each other. He exhales shakily, breath tickling your lips as he chuckles. His grip tight against your behind, hiking you up a little higher so he can drive into you at an angle that has you writhing.

“Slow-slow down—oh, fuck!.” You whine, leg slipping from where it had been locked behind his back. You’re starting to run out of steam after so many rounds and it shows in the way you can barely hang on.

Valko is feeling the same drag, you can tell. Each thrust into the sopping mess between your legs coming slower than the last and lacking any sense of direction, despite his efforts to maintain a good angle.

He presses little kisses on your plush lower lip, the corner of your mouth, and all over your cheeks. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” He breathes, leaning forward over you and into your ear. His little grunts are enough to send you spiraling towards the edge of an orgasm that’s been building while he tearfully begs for “just one more”.

You can feel it on the edge of your vision, colors and lights blurring into one when your body locks up and the pressure hits you all at once. Valko whines when your grip in his hair tightens and you feel the gushing warmth of his release spilling deep inside your drooling cunt.

Valko’s there again, right by your ear, panting. He nuzzles into your neck, still riding his high as his hips gently rock into yours.

Your body buzzes from overstimulation and the last rings of your orgasm. The blood rushing in your ears is almost so loud you miss the gargled grunt that passes from Valko’s lips. You pause. What the fuck was that sound?

You bite your lip, holding back laughter and failing miserably. The lingering sensation of orgasm has you feeling light, your chest rising with a fit of giggles.

Valko shudders, crashing into the pillow next to you, bouncing against the mattress. He nuzzles into your shoulder, huffing out a tired, but satisfied, little sigh.

The sound sets you into a fit of giggles, at the end of the day he really is just a dog. Your chest heaves with every new peal of giggles.

Valko sits up, hovering over you with a bewildered expression. “What? What is itttt??” He begins to laugh with you while his finger reaches up and prods your cheek repeatedly.

You push up on your elbows, catching your breath before you make a face. Your nose is scrunched and you do your best to mimic how he’d just looked begging you to come for him. Taking in a breath, you mimic his strained moan from before.

“Oh, fuck you!” He exclaims shoving you into the pillow and cackling when you push back at him.

“You sounded like you were dying!” You squeal, cheeks rosy from laughing. With a final push against his bicep you manage to escape and roll away from him. Your limbs are tangled in the soft, minty green sheets that cover his thick, memory foam mattress. It allows Valko plenty of time to jump you, his chest squishing into your back and knocking out your breath.

“Val, get off!” You shout, writhing in place with no chance of escape from his grasp.

“No.” He sing-songs, drawing out the vowel. “You want me to remind you how you sounded earlier? ‘Val please—I’m not tired at all, please I wanna go again.’” He mimics, his voice high pitched and breathy.

You push him until he lets you go so you can turn around.

He’s pretending to moan, being extra dramatic and putting the back of his hand to his forehead.

With a sharp thwack! you slap your hands over his mouth. Your expression feigns distaste, but he can see how your eyes shimmer with mirth.

“I don’t sound like that you ass.”

“Aww, don’t be mad, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, we all have our days.”

“Yeah, our days of faking it. I was just trying to boost your ego.”

He pretends the comment doesn’t bother him, but you see a look of horror flash through his eyes and immediately begin to laugh again.

“Nonono too far, too far—I’m sorry!”

Valko grabs you, squeezing you so tightly in a hug you squeak. “Too late! We’re going again and you’re gonna tell me just how much you have to fake it.”

“No—please no! You’re amazing, the best I ever had, so gorgeous and amazing! With the kind of knot armies would go to war for!”

He groans as you holler with laughter and squirm in his arms. It doesn’t take long for the laughter to catch on and now you’re both out of breath and giggly, to the point his arms loosen their deadly hold and you can easily be free. But you don’t want that.

No matter who might try to interrupt or break you apart, right here is where you want to be. Valko is the home you always dreamed of, and you’d never ever wish for that to change. Ever.

Thought this would be so cute. I can’t imagine life with him would be anything but full of laughter.

[mangothegiant]

Ohhhh my gosh this thread is so perfect for Valko 😭🙏🏼