Chubby Chasin’ (Valko)
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FANDOM: Love and Deepspace
PAIRING: Valko/Fem!Reader
RATING: T
WARNING(S): Very clingy wolfman, fat reader, body positivity, body-worshipping thoughts, literal sleeping together, scenting, referenced body-shaming
Notes: Fuck it, here’s your sixth LI. Tried to keep him in-character without knowing diddly-squat about his and MC’s history. (Also, his nickname for you here is Red, or Little Red. Obvious bad joke is obvious. I was gonna go with something related to a hunter, buuut Sylus already calls you Miss Hunter. So Little Red it is!)
Xavier || Zayne || Rafayel || Sylus || Caleb || Valko
Taglist: @kingraspberry12-blog
From the moment you met, something about you felt - and smelled - like home.
That feisty little hunter, with a quick wit and sharper tongue, an absolute unit of a woman who made his heart race from the first time you pinned him to the ground. The sweat beading at your brow, your heaving chest panting for air, your sure grip on your weapon - Valko had never felt so attracted to a woman as he had in that moment.
Even once the full moon had passed and the two of you began to see each other again, he tried to chase that very first high. Teasing you on purpose, scenting things of yours, even sleeping on your couch after you gave him permission to come over. Though you got annoyed at him, you didn’t come at him with intent to kill like that very first night. Instead, he found himself chasing another high: your body.
It all began innocently enough - a mission where you were paired together to infiltrate what had been described as a “business meeting”, but was rather a covert gathering of top executives to discuss Protocore experimentation. You had been expected to dress smartly, and so you did, pencil skirt and blazer and all.
From the moment you met up with him and he got a good look at you, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Ears popped out of his hairline, wolfy ears that he had to try very hard to hide again. The way your skirt hugged your hips and stomach and legs, the way your button-up accentuated your figure - if his tail had been visible, it would have been thumping very loudly against the side of his car. It took all he had to keep his gaze respectful.
You were shaped like something divine. You smelled even better. If you were aware of how you affected him, you gave no indication. As you became more comfortable around him, naturally your clothing did too. It wasn’t long until seeing you lounge about in shorts and a tank top was more commonplace than seeing your hunter uniform. Your soft arms that carried such strong muscle, the pudge of your stomach, your comfortable thighs and your full cheeks - your bright grin, your merry laugh, your sassy attitude, your bad jokes, your dimples and stretch marks and everything that called itself you - how wouldn’t he have been so unbelievably eager to be by your side? Your implicit ties were only the baseline for his attraction.
Slowly, he became clingier. He became almost obsessed with scenting you, to the point where your friends commented that you smelled more like cologne and some kind of man-smell than your usual perfume. He left you sweaters of his in the hopes that you’d eventually wear them, rotating them out whenever he noticed that they lost his scent. The day he found you watching TV with one of his old university sweaters, he had to restrain himself hard from flopping atop you and acting like a Snuggie.
And you… well, you were more than aware of his long stares and puppy behaviors. While it was annoying to have people tell you that they could easily tell you had a boyfriend just from smelling you (and, well, having such an obvious smell in general), it felt… comforting in a way. Valko was never shy about affection, even in the tentative period of your budding relationship before he asked you out. Always with a hand between your shoulder blades or on your waist, golden gaze dripping with something fond as it occasionally dipped below your own eyeline.
He was a man, after all, you supposed. You pretended not to notice how his tail would start wagging whenever you took off your jacket or when you sat down and your thighs squished even more. It was kind of cute how your wolfy boyfriend was so entranced by your figure. All your life, you had caught strays from (mostly) well-meaning people about how you really ought to lose some weight so you could attract a nice boy (no thanks) or properly do your job (you easily out-benched and outmatched quite a few of your colleagues), or even just for your own happiness (you were just fine where you were at, thank you).
To have your own boyfriend be the one to encourage you to eat what you wanted - and even who indulged with you - was comforting. He was the one who spotted you at the gym and encouraged you even when your arms shook from trying to reach a new personal best. He was the one who waited for you with a chipper grin and a bag of your favorite takeout when you were done with work. He was the one who stared at you with open awe when you tried on clothes you’d bought while shopping with your friends.
He made you feel seen. He made you feel like you were more than just you. You looked into his eyes and you didn’t recognize yourself; reflected in those molten sunlight irises was a woman who shone like the sun itself.
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Upon coming home from work, Valko announced his presence at the door with a call of, “Babe, I’m here! What d’you want for dinner?”
Upon receiving only silence in return, he frowned, looking around the quiet apartment. “… Babe? Red?”
He walked around the living room, the kitchen, before ending up at your bedroom. Cracking it open as quietly as he could, his eyes softened when he found you curled up contentedly in bed, deep into an after-work nap.
Valko crept closer, shedding his jacket and slipping into the covers beside you.
His hand crept along your cheek, and he smiled when you unconsciously nuzzled into his warm touch.
He lay there like that for a long time, watching you sleep and gently rubbing circles into your back. The sun dipped below the horizon by the time you finally roused from sleep, yawning into your pillow as your eyes opened.
Still sleepy, you looked up and smiled at him. “Oh. Hey, babe. When’d you get here…?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. It hasn’t been that long anyway.” He nuzzled his cheek into yours. “You hungry?”
Your stomach grumbled in response, and you chuckled before adding, “Yeah, kinda. Wanna get pizza?”
“Pizza sounds awesome.” His tail made a thunking noise as it hit the corner of your bedside table.
Neither of you made a move to get up. Valko’s warmth was making you sleepy again.
“We should… really get some pizza,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
“Maybe,” he quietly agreed, yawning widely as he tucked your head under his chin.
His hands found their places on your back and waist, and you smiled against his shirt. Sleep came quickly, cradled in Valko’s warmth and the overwhelming feeling of complete and utter safety.
