the pitt: 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻❟ 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗼𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗻
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How would the AKTSK guys react to a screamer in bed? 😏
Headcanons for a reader who is vocal in bed
(including: Baelor, Maekar, Valarr, Daeron, Dunk and Lyonel)
Tags/Warnings: 18+, Smut, Implied Age Gap for the DILFs
Words: about 150-200 for each
BAELOR would tell you to be quiet, lest you be overheard. He'd shush you with a ringed hand covering your mouth, cooing in your ear as he continues thrusting, burying himself inside of you again and again, pummelling the spot that made you scream in the first place.
He wants desperately to make you come, but he does not want the whole castle to hear you. Not because of embarrassment, but because he does not wish others to know what you sound like. Baelor has to give so much to the realm. Your sounds are one of the only things that are his.
If you were on Dragonstone, on the other hand... he would encourage you to make whichever sounds you please. He loves knowing that he pleasures you so much that you become unable to regulate yourself, that he unmakes you so thoroughly. The only time he would muffle your sounds in the privacy his seat on Dragonstone affords him is when he kisses you, swallows your sounds into his own throat, consuming you as you consume him.
MAEKAR would be undeniably proud. He takes immense pride in his prowess, and he does not mind everyone knowing how much his lady wife enjoys him and his thick cock. In fact, he wants them to know. All those young, simpering knights that follow you with their eyes - they'll hear your pleased screams and know that your husband is the one making you feel this way. Not them. Never them.
If anything, he encourages you to be even louder, egging you on as he fucks you harder, faster, whatever you need. If you like your hair pulled, he'll do that, too. Maekar can get a little mean with it. This man has no shame, and he can be almost as vocal as you with his groaning and grunting.
The only thing that would dampen his ardour is if his children were staying close. When he needs to be mindful of his brood, Maekar has been known to put something into your mouth to keep you quiet. A gag, his fingers, his cock... it doesn't matter. He'll make you peak regardless. He knows your body well enough.
VALARR would be startled at first. He was raised on gentle courtesies, the politeness of court. He is used to refined speech, people concealing their wants and desires behind mild manners. But that does not mean that he dislikes how vocal you are.
In fact, he learns to treasure it, his longing for your screams in the sanctity of your chambers becoming quite ardent. It's a respite, a break from his burdens. In bed with you, his head bracketed by your thighs, he feels at home. He is finally not afraid of failing, not when you sing so prettily for him and there is no doubt to be had that you enjoy his touch.
With you he knows that he does not need to be perfect for you to love him, though he still always puts you first, wringing at least one peak from you before he even enters you. Valarr himself is quiet, rarely even sighing in pleasure, but you more than make up for it and he would have it no other way.
DAERON would barely notice initially. Other than you, he was used to whores, and they were always vocal in their performances. At first he assumes you are the same, acting to please him, pretending.
Once some time has passed and he realises that you actually like what he is doing, that you are being honest, he becomes more nervous. There's a pressure on him now. What if he cannot make you scream the next time? What if he drinks too much and cannot be good enough for you?
It fucks with his head a little. Daeron is used to being perceived as a failure. That you like him, like the way he makes you feel, is foreign and strange. But with time he learns that it is not bad. To be wanted. That your "expectations" are not hard to meet, that it's different than what he's used to. There's no punishment, no disappointment. Only love.
DUNK would stop immediately. He would freeze above you, scared to death, his broad, towering frame supported by his huge arms, needing to make sure that your scream was a good sound. He's not used to making people feel good.
When you encourage him to continue, when you reassure him, he becomes more confident, bolder. He'd start experimenting with what makes you scream the loudest - a kiss here, a squeeze there, his cock pushing into you in a maddeningly slow drag.
Eventually, he grows to love your squeals, your screams, your sighs. Everything that shows him that he's doing a good job. He knows he can be slow to understand, but he finds that your sounds make your reactions easier to interpret. He almost doesn't even mind the grins and salacious winks people shoot at him when he emerges from his rooms after a rigorous night of activity. But his blush betrays him.
LYONEL would chuckle and tease. All in good fun, of course. He loves a confident woman, a woman that knows what she likes and expresses that. If you are usually shy, he'll like it even more. Seeing a side of you that no else sees, coaxing it out of you with his mouth, hand, or his cock - it drives him crazy.
He's utterly unashamed - Lyonel likes fucking you where people will hear your sounds. If anyone mentions it to him, he'll boast, take it as a compliment. If he's feeling particularly naughty, he might make a comment doubting the other's sexual prowess if they cannot make their wives scream as he does his.
His favourite is when he crooks his fingers inside of you, seeing your face twist in pleasure at the same time. He loves watching that scream form in your throat, loves watching your eyes flutter as you peak. His name on your lips makes him unbearably smug.
the scratch of the quill’s nib on parchment, the slight tink of an inkwell being dipped into, the dripping of wax onto a brass chamberstick, kitten-like mewls muffled against the side of his throat.
baelor shushes you, one hand firm on your hip. his fingers squeeze, kneading flesh, as you gently rock yourself back and forth on his lap. he sits comfortably at his desk, the quiet of his solar illuminated by dozens of flickering candles. you mouth at the side of his neck, feeling the steady thump of his pulse beneath your spit-slick lips, another breathy sound falling from the back of your throat.
baelor shushes you again, hand pulling you further into him. the movement angles you down, his cock stretching you open, the head reaching and rubbing that perfect spot inside you before he stills again.
“don’t start fussing,” he whispers, quill to parchment as if he wasn’t splitting you apart. his cock gives a feeble jerk inside you and it draws a low moan from your chest. he hums, fingers gripping. “you’ve been so good for this long, sweetheart, m’almost finished.”
you whine, heat coiling thick behind your navel. there’s a dull ache in the base of your womb too; the pain of being so close but not quite there as you sit on his cock. one of your hands plays with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, your arm curling over his shoulder, while the other drags up and down his chest, feeling along the soft padding of his doublet.
you lift your head and press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. you whimper there too, dragging your nose back down his neck, following the shift of his pulse. you hear the quill pause against parchment, and your heart leaps, clattering against your ribs, when the hand on your hip pushes you down even further.
you take more of his cock, pussy stretching full to swallow around the thick of him. it flutters, hot and wet, all silken as he tries to even his breathing. you moan quietly, hips twitching, trying to gain some kind of friction aside from the stagnant press of your puffy clit against the thicket of hair at the base of his cock.
“d’you need something?” your husband asks, tipping his head to speak closer to your ear. he asks, deep and rolling, as if he doesn’t know what you want.
you whine in response, attempting to pick yourself off of his lap, even by just a fraction, to push yourself down again. but he holds you firm, and you let out another airy whine into the dewy skin of his neck, a solid pressure unmoving in the base of your spine.
“uh-uh, none of that,” baelor chides, swatting lightly at the top of your arse. you hear him start writing again, clued by the gentle glass tink of steel into the nearby inkwell. reaching deep inside you, his cock gives another twitch as he speaks, “i’m almost done, sweet girl. be good for me.”
you huff into his neck. “baelor.”
“be good,” he repeats firmly, and you ignore the heat building near-painfully in the pit of your stomach.
it’s a tension you know, but you can’t quite break. it settles, like the ash that cakes thick across the glowing hearth. your cunt clenches around him again, spurred on by the shallow ache in your clit and the hammering of your heart against your sternum. you can feel yourself, with heat pooling in your veins, dripping around him: pussy drooling out onto his lap, wetting the hair, the soft skin of his thighs.
you can’t help the whimper that escapes you, perfectly wanton and needy and it hits your husband right in the heart. the hand on your hip tightens and his cock jerks, and he leans his head to the side to plant a delicate kiss to your warm forehead.
“i know, i know, i can feel her too,” baelor mutters against your forehead as you pant into the side of his throat. a muffled baelor falls from your tongue, and a hum rumbles from his chest. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. you’re doing so good for me, just hold on.”
you hush out a moan, barely a whisper in response. there’s a light tremble in your thighs where you part around him, the fat of your arse snug against his lap. your pussy flutters again, and you feel something tugging deep across the base of your womb. it makes you roll your hips, just slightly, to drag the pearl of your clit against him and shift the head of his cock over that perfect spot inside you.
“oh, gods,” you whisper, eyes screwing shut as you lean your head against baelor’s shoulder. you hold the back of his neck gently, an anchor for you, while you continue drawing circles across his chest with the other. you huff, smelling ink and cedar and the salt of his skin. “baelor, please.”
your husband doesn’t respond, but you hear the moment he finishes his work. you hear the slide of parchment against lacquered wood, and you hear the drop of the quill into it’s cup.
“so needy,” baelor says, leaning back in his chair and taking both of your hips in either hand. you pick yourself off of his shoulder to match his gaze. he smiles at you, close-lipped and knowing. “but you did so well.”
you nod as he urges you to lift your hips. you do, gladly, heat sticky between your legs as you rise. his cock slips from you slowly, and you moan when just the head remains, your body quivering as you hold you position. baelor looks you up and down, a gentle stroke of his eyes over you, before pulling you back to him.
he fills you instantly, and your lips part around a soundless moan as he knocks up towards the base of your cervix. your pussy takes him, wet and warm and wanting. you drool out onto his lap as he guides you, drops you up and down over and over.
baelor’s eyes lower for a moment. there’s a subtle, almost disbelieving shake of his head as they settle on where your pussy parts around him. “gods, you’re making an absolute mess of me.”
you whine, hands clutching his shoulders now as you roll your hips. the thick stretch of his cock renders you breathless as you chase your release—the release which has sat immobile in the pit of your belly for the better part of an hour.
his gaze flicks back up to you as you rut yourself onto his cock. he leans in then and presses his mouth to yours, swallowing your moan as you return it. it’s wet and needy, a desperate exchange of tongues and spit, and you feel his lips curl into a smile as you whine into it, chasing more, more, more—
“this is what you needed, isn’t it?” baelor whispers against your mouth before your head tips and you rub your cheek against his, feeling the scratch of his beard. you puff out a whine, barely a distinguishable sound, as your release packs hot in your womb and deep across the base of your spine. your husband coos at your lack of response, hands kneading your hips. “oh, my sweet girl, my perfect girl, that’s it. that’s—yeah, that’s it.”
you moan, cunt clenching tight around the thick of him. he groans, hips angling to meet you, the chair beneath the pair of you creaking with your combined movements.
“she’s needy today too, isn’t she?” baelor mutters, and your entire body burns from the inside out as you listen to the constant wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your pussy as you take his cock. you moan, and he shushes you gently, hands heavy on your hips. “it’s alright—s’alright, sweetheart, i’ve got you.”
the pressure in your womb and at the base of your spine finally bursts apart, and you come around your husband’s cock with a shaking moan of his name into the candlelit quiet of his solar. your cunt wraps tight around him, and he responds to the fluttering and your moaning with a deep, grumbling sound of his own, his cock jerking and his balls twitching tight as he chases his own release.
you writhe in his lap as you come, heat swimming through you. whining, you grind yourself through it as his hips meet, and your legs are still shaking, your heart is still racing, when he moans your name and spills deep inside you. you choke on a gasp at the thick warmth that fills you as his cock twitches deep where he sits up against the plug of your womb.
baelor breathes you in, muttering your name as he spills, and spills, then finally, as you pull your head across to kiss him, he stills. he kisses you back, gentler this time. your teeth skim his lip, and he pulls back with a small smile and a gleam in his mismatched eyes.
“you feeling better?” he asks you, breathing deeply, a hand lifting from your hip to cup the side of your face.
you lean into the contact like a puppy, closing your eyes and humming a pleased yes before he’s bringing you back to him for another kiss.
jack abbot who jokingly complains to his girl that she's gotta stop getting stiletto nails every time you get your nails done. he whines about how you keep clawing up his back like a feral cat attacking him. s'not your fault that he bullies your cunt with his fat cock every time he comes home from work? ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢 fine, if it's such a problem, you'll just get short nails with dull tips.
he's coming home from work knowing you had just gotten a new set done the night before, the entire drive home he was thinking about the sweet way you'll cry when he's fucking you silly on the couch. the way your nails will drag down his back, leaving red welts and scratches in their wake, or the way they'll feel when you're dragging them through his hair. his smile fades when he looks down at freshly done round-tipped nails that are currently holding a book.
"what... what made you do something so... different, honey?"
"thought i'd try something new out for a bit.... what? you don't like? can't scratch you up anymore, baby!" you point out so proudly.
even as he's thrusting into you, all he's thinking about is how soon he can book your next manicure and what else he'll have to be buying you to make up for this. poor baby is even finding it hard to cum without your nails digging into his back when he hits the sweet spot that has you clenching around him so tightly. that's the last time he makes a complaint about how sharp your nails are, ever.
I had to redraw this as Maekar for obvious reasons. I'll let you decide why he's using a hello kitty phone case but I think we can all agree either Rhae or Daella had something to do with it
Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
SUMMARY: valko learns the hard way that trusting his mischievous darling during a game of uno is a terrible idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, i've heard about the cancellation and there are various ways to prevent valko from being removed. there is still hope left that they might just postpone his release or bring him back fully. for those who don't know what to do, you can sign the petition (this is one of the ones that i found but do leave some more in the comments if you found others) https://www.ipetitions.com/p/bring-back-valko-as-a-love-interest-as-it-was-intended/, boycotting the game on play store and writing to their email official to ask for his return. no matter the results, i will continue to write for him. also, i apologize if it doesn't suit his character entirely.
MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.
Valko should have seen it coming. His mischievous darling was always up to something one way or another—not that he was any better himself.
It had been raining since earlier that day, leaving the world outside cloaked in gray skies and the steady patter of rain against the windows. There wasn't much to do indoors, and the last thing he wanted was for you to catch a cold by wandering outside. Of course, he could always slip away for a breath of fresh air in his wolf form if he truly wished, but why would he? The thought of leaving you alone, even for a little while, held no appeal to him.
Instead, the two of you had spent the afternoon curled up together, eventually drifting into a nap. Valko had rested his head comfortably against your chest while his strong arms remained securely wrapped around your waist, his hands settling shamelessly lower around your hips and ass. Clingy? Absolutely. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, he made for an excellent source of warmth on such a cold day, his body heat enough to keep the chill at bay.
Now that the two of you had finally woken up, the rain outside showed no signs of stopping. With little else to occupy the long afternoon, Valko stretched lazily before turning to you with a grin.
"How about a game?" he suggested, already reaching for the deck. More specifically, a game of UNO.
You couldn't help but smile, a knowing glint flashing across your face as you accepted the cards. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Valko only chuckled, assuming it was nothing more than confidence.
Ha! If only he knew. You quickly hid the wicked little smirk threatening to spread across your face, lowering your gaze as the beginnings of a devious plan took shape in your mind.
Within your circle, you were infamous for one very specific talent: cheating at UNO. No one had ever managed to out-cheat you, and no one had ever caught you enough times to stop you. Your methods were shameless, and ridiculously effective. Valko, blissfully unaware of the challenge he had just accepted, was about to learn that firsthand.
You volunteered to shuffle the deck, your fingers moving expertly through the cards while secretly memorizing a few key ones as they flashed past. Most importantly, you kept track of the wild cards and the draw four cards. To sell the act, you put on the performance of a slightly clumsy shuffler. Sure enough, a handful of cards "accidentally" slipped from your hands and scattered across the floor.
"Oh, oops," you mumbled innocently.
As you crouched to gather them, you palmed one of the wild cards, keeping it concealed beneath your hand before slipping it out of sight. By the time you stood back up, the deck looked perfectly complete to anyone who wasn't paying impossibly close attention. Wearing your most innocent smile, you began dealing out the cards to Valko, as though nothing at all had happened.
First step accomplished. Now, it was time to actually play.
The first few rounds went by exactly as they should. You made a point of playing normally, occasionally pretending to hesitate over which card to put down, even sighing dramatically whenever Valko seemed to gain the upper hand. It was all part of the act. If you cheated too early, he'd start paying attention.
Valko, meanwhile, looked far too pleased with himself. "You sure you know what you're doing, troublemaker?" he teased with a grin, tossing down another card. "Starting to think all that confidence was just talk."
You merely shrugged, hiding a smile as you drew another card from the pile. "Maybe."
Inside, though, you were practically cackling. Perfect. Let him think he was winning. Let him lower his guard. The more confident he became, the less he'd pay attention—and that was exactly what you wanted.
After all, every great cheater knew one thing: the trick wasn't cheating. It was making sure no one ever realized you were doing it. And by the time Valko figured it out-if he figured it out at all- it would already be far too late.
As his attention stayed fixed on the cards in his hand, you casually let a couple of your worst ones slip from your lap to the floor. The movement was so small, so effortless, that it was easy to miss—especially when you had something much more interesting to keep his eyes on.
You rested your chin in your palm and let out a small, defeated sigh. "I don't think I'm very good at this at all," you admitted, pouting just enough to make it believable. "You're a lot better than I expected."
Valko's ears perked ever so slightly at the compliment, his grin only growing wider.
You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. "Maybe if you win... I can think of a reward to give you later."
That earned his full attention. "What kind of reward?" he asked without missing a beat, his focus wavering.
You simply shrugged, feigning innocence. "You'll have to earn it first."
Valko's ears perked immediately, his grin widening as his thoughts were clearly no longer entirely on the game. Exactly as you'd hoped.
Taking advantage of the brief distraction, you quietly nudged the discarded cards farther beneath the table with the tip of your foot before returning your full attention to the match. By the time Valko looked back at you, your expression was as innocent as ever, as though you'd been doing nothing but waiting patiently for his next move.
Not long after, the results of your hard work began to show.
Your hand steadily shrank while Valko remained blissfully unaware of how suspiciously fast it was happening. Before long, you were down to your last two cards.
Then one. "UNO," you announced sweetly, holding up your final card with a smile.
Valko blinked. "Wait, what?"
You couldn't help the smug grin tugging at your lips as he hurriedly checked his own hand, only to realize he still had far more cards left than you did. The look on his face was almost enough to make you laugh.
Then, you dramatically placed down your final card.
"I win." You leaned back against the couch, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.
"...No, you don't." Valko frowned at the discard pile before looking back at you, as if expecting the cards to somehow rearrange themselves.
"I just did." You gave him an innocent shrug, your smile only growing.
His eyes flickered from your empty hands to your face, narrowing ever so slightly. He knew that look. He knew that expression was never as innocent as it seemed.
"You cheated." He pointed an accusing finger at you, though there was far more amusement than annoyance in his voice.
"I don't know how," Valko muttered, scooting closer until he was practically pressed against your side, one arm instinctively slipping around your waist. His gaze remained fixed on you, searching for even the smallest hint of guilt. "But you definitely cheated."
You only laughed, pinching his cheek before leaning into him just as much as he leaned into you.
"Can you prove it?" you asked, tilting your head innocently.
"...No." He clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated that he had no evidence to support his claim.
"Then I guess I won fair and square." You beamed up at him, looking far too proud of yourself.
Valko let out an exaggerated sigh before resting his chin atop your head, his arms tightening around your waist despite his obvious defeat. He stayed like that for a moment, quietly replaying the entire game in his mind while his thumb absentmindedly traced slow circles against your side.
"I want a rematch," he finally declared, lifting his head just enough to look at you.
"Already?" You raised a brow, unable to hide your grin.
"I'm not letting my little troublemaker get away with cheating twice." He lightly pinched your side in retaliation, earning a squeak and a laugh from you.
"You still can't prove I cheated." You nudged his shoulder with yours, looking entirely unbothered.
"I'll figure it out eventually." His lips curled into a determined grin, though he made no move to let you go.
You stuck your tongue out. But Valko simply pulled you even closer until you were nearly sitting in his lap, burying his face against your shoulder with a dramatic huff.
You giggled, card game long forgotten as you wrapped your arms around him in return, gently running your fingers through his hair while the rain continued to fall softly against the windows.
SUMMARY: valko learns the hard way that trusting his mischievous darling during a game of uno is a terrible idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, i've heard about the cancellation and there are various ways to prevent valko from being removed. there is still hope left that they might just postpone his release or bring him back fully. for those who don't know what to do, you can sign the petition (this is one of the ones that i found but do leave some more in the comments if you found others) https://www.ipetitions.com/p/bring-back-valko-as-a-love-interest-as-it-was-intended/, boycotting the game on play store and writing to their email official to ask for his return. no matter the results, i will continue to write for him. also, i apologize if it doesn't suit his character entirely.
MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.
Valko should have seen it coming. His mischievous darling was always up to something one way or another—not that he was any better himself.
It had been raining since earlier that day, leaving the world outside cloaked in gray skies and the steady patter of rain against the windows. There wasn't much to do indoors, and the last thing he wanted was for you to catch a cold by wandering outside. Of course, he could always slip away for a breath of fresh air in his wolf form if he truly wished, but why would he? The thought of leaving you alone, even for a little while, held no appeal to him.
Instead, the two of you had spent the afternoon curled up together, eventually drifting into a nap. Valko had rested his head comfortably against your chest while his strong arms remained securely wrapped around your waist, his hands settling shamelessly lower around your hips and ass. Clingy? Absolutely. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, he made for an excellent source of warmth on such a cold day, his body heat enough to keep the chill at bay.
Now that the two of you had finally woken up, the rain outside showed no signs of stopping. With little else to occupy the long afternoon, Valko stretched lazily before turning to you with a grin.
"How about a game?" he suggested, already reaching for the deck. More specifically, a game of UNO.
You couldn't help but smile, a knowing glint flashing across your face as you accepted the cards. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Valko only chuckled, assuming it was nothing more than confidence.
Ha! If only he knew. You quickly hid the wicked little smirk threatening to spread across your face, lowering your gaze as the beginnings of a devious plan took shape in your mind.
Within your circle, you were infamous for one very specific talent: cheating at UNO. No one had ever managed to out-cheat you, and no one had ever caught you enough times to stop you. Your methods were shameless, and ridiculously effective. Valko, blissfully unaware of the challenge he had just accepted, was about to learn that firsthand.
You volunteered to shuffle the deck, your fingers moving expertly through the cards while secretly memorizing a few key ones as they flashed past. Most importantly, you kept track of the wild cards and the draw four cards. To sell the act, you put on the performance of a slightly clumsy shuffler. Sure enough, a handful of cards "accidentally" slipped from your hands and scattered across the floor.
"Oh, oops," you mumbled innocently.
As you crouched to gather them, you palmed one of the wild cards, keeping it concealed beneath your hand before slipping it out of sight. By the time you stood back up, the deck looked perfectly complete to anyone who wasn't paying impossibly close attention. Wearing your most innocent smile, you began dealing out the cards to Valko, as though nothing at all had happened.
First step accomplished. Now, it was time to actually play.
The first few rounds went by exactly as they should. You made a point of playing normally, occasionally pretending to hesitate over which card to put down, even sighing dramatically whenever Valko seemed to gain the upper hand. It was all part of the act. If you cheated too early, he'd start paying attention.
Valko, meanwhile, looked far too pleased with himself. "You sure you know what you're doing, troublemaker?" he teased with a grin, tossing down another card. "Starting to think all that confidence was just talk."
You merely shrugged, hiding a smile as you drew another card from the pile. "Maybe."
Inside, though, you were practically cackling. Perfect. Let him think he was winning. Let him lower his guard. The more confident he became, the less he'd pay attention—and that was exactly what you wanted.
After all, every great cheater knew one thing: the trick wasn't cheating. It was making sure no one ever realized you were doing it. And by the time Valko figured it out-if he figured it out at all- it would already be far too late.
As his attention stayed fixed on the cards in his hand, you casually let a couple of your worst ones slip from your lap to the floor. The movement was so small, so effortless, that it was easy to miss—especially when you had something much more interesting to keep his eyes on.
You rested your chin in your palm and let out a small, defeated sigh. "I don't think I'm very good at this at all," you admitted, pouting just enough to make it believable. "You're a lot better than I expected."
Valko's ears perked ever so slightly at the compliment, his grin only growing wider.
You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. "Maybe if you win... I can think of a reward to give you later."
That earned his full attention. "What kind of reward?" he asked without missing a beat, his focus wavering.
You simply shrugged, feigning innocence. "You'll have to earn it first."
Valko's ears perked immediately, his grin widening as his thoughts were clearly no longer entirely on the game. Exactly as you'd hoped.
Taking advantage of the brief distraction, you quietly nudged the discarded cards farther beneath the table with the tip of your foot before returning your full attention to the match. By the time Valko looked back at you, your expression was as innocent as ever, as though you'd been doing nothing but waiting patiently for his next move.
Not long after, the results of your hard work began to show.
Your hand steadily shrank while Valko remained blissfully unaware of how suspiciously fast it was happening. Before long, you were down to your last two cards.
Then one. "UNO," you announced sweetly, holding up your final card with a smile.
Valko blinked. "Wait, what?"
You couldn't help the smug grin tugging at your lips as he hurriedly checked his own hand, only to realize he still had far more cards left than you did. The look on his face was almost enough to make you laugh.
Then, you dramatically placed down your final card.
"I win." You leaned back against the couch, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.
"...No, you don't." Valko frowned at the discard pile before looking back at you, as if expecting the cards to somehow rearrange themselves.
"I just did." You gave him an innocent shrug, your smile only growing.
His eyes flickered from your empty hands to your face, narrowing ever so slightly. He knew that look. He knew that expression was never as innocent as it seemed.
"You cheated." He pointed an accusing finger at you, though there was far more amusement than annoyance in his voice.
"I don't know how," Valko muttered, scooting closer until he was practically pressed against your side, one arm instinctively slipping around your waist. His gaze remained fixed on you, searching for even the smallest hint of guilt. "But you definitely cheated."
You only laughed, pinching his cheek before leaning into him just as much as he leaned into you.
"Can you prove it?" you asked, tilting your head innocently.
"...No." He clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated that he had no evidence to support his claim.
"Then I guess I won fair and square." You beamed up at him, looking far too proud of yourself.
Valko let out an exaggerated sigh before resting his chin atop your head, his arms tightening around your waist despite his obvious defeat. He stayed like that for a moment, quietly replaying the entire game in his mind while his thumb absentmindedly traced slow circles against your side.
"I want a rematch," he finally declared, lifting his head just enough to look at you.
"Already?" You raised a brow, unable to hide your grin.
"I'm not letting my little troublemaker get away with cheating twice." He lightly pinched your side in retaliation, earning a squeak and a laugh from you.
"You still can't prove I cheated." You nudged his shoulder with yours, looking entirely unbothered.
"I'll figure it out eventually." His lips curled into a determined grin, though he made no move to let you go.
You stuck your tongue out. But Valko simply pulled you even closer until you were nearly sitting in his lap, burying his face against your shoulder with a dramatic huff.
You giggled, card game long forgotten as you wrapped your arms around him in return, gently running your fingers through his hair while the rain continued to fall softly against the windows.
SUMMARY: valko learns the hard way that trusting his mischievous darling during a game of uno is a terrible idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, i've heard about the cancellation and there are various ways to prevent valko from being removed. there is still hope left that they might just postpone his release or bring him back fully. for those who don't know what to do, you can sign the petition (this is one of the ones that i found but do leave some more in the comments if you found others) https://www.ipetitions.com/p/bring-back-valko-as-a-love-interest-as-it-was-intended/, boycotting the game on play store and writing to their email official to ask for his return. no matter the results, i will continue to write for him. also, i apologize if it doesn't suit his character entirely.
MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.
Valko should have seen it coming. His mischievous darling was always up to something one way or another—not that he was any better himself.
It had been raining since earlier that day, leaving the world outside cloaked in gray skies and the steady patter of rain against the windows. There wasn't much to do indoors, and the last thing he wanted was for you to catch a cold by wandering outside. Of course, he could always slip away for a breath of fresh air in his wolf form if he truly wished, but why would he? The thought of leaving you alone, even for a little while, held no appeal to him.
Instead, the two of you had spent the afternoon curled up together, eventually drifting into a nap. Valko had rested his head comfortably against your chest while his strong arms remained securely wrapped around your waist, his hands settling shamelessly lower around your hips and ass. Clingy? Absolutely. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, he made for an excellent source of warmth on such a cold day, his body heat enough to keep the chill at bay.
Now that the two of you had finally woken up, the rain outside showed no signs of stopping. With little else to occupy the long afternoon, Valko stretched lazily before turning to you with a grin.
"How about a game?" he suggested, already reaching for the deck. More specifically, a game of UNO.
You couldn't help but smile, a knowing glint flashing across your face as you accepted the cards. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Valko only chuckled, assuming it was nothing more than confidence.
Ha! If only he knew. You quickly hid the wicked little smirk threatening to spread across your face, lowering your gaze as the beginnings of a devious plan took shape in your mind.
Within your circle, you were infamous for one very specific talent: cheating at UNO. No one had ever managed to out-cheat you, and no one had ever caught you enough times to stop you. Your methods were shameless, and ridiculously effective. Valko, blissfully unaware of the challenge he had just accepted, was about to learn that firsthand.
You volunteered to shuffle the deck, your fingers moving expertly through the cards while secretly memorizing a few key ones as they flashed past. Most importantly, you kept track of the wild cards and the draw four cards. To sell the act, you put on the performance of a slightly clumsy shuffler. Sure enough, a handful of cards "accidentally" slipped from your hands and scattered across the floor.
"Oh, oops," you mumbled innocently.
As you crouched to gather them, you palmed one of the wild cards, keeping it concealed beneath your hand before slipping it out of sight. By the time you stood back up, the deck looked perfectly complete to anyone who wasn't paying impossibly close attention. Wearing your most innocent smile, you began dealing out the cards to Valko, as though nothing at all had happened.
First step accomplished. Now, it was time to actually play.
The first few rounds went by exactly as they should. You made a point of playing normally, occasionally pretending to hesitate over which card to put down, even sighing dramatically whenever Valko seemed to gain the upper hand. It was all part of the act. If you cheated too early, he'd start paying attention.
Valko, meanwhile, looked far too pleased with himself. "You sure you know what you're doing, troublemaker?" he teased with a grin, tossing down another card. "Starting to think all that confidence was just talk."
You merely shrugged, hiding a smile as you drew another card from the pile. "Maybe."
Inside, though, you were practically cackling. Perfect. Let him think he was winning. Let him lower his guard. The more confident he became, the less he'd pay attention—and that was exactly what you wanted.
After all, every great cheater knew one thing: the trick wasn't cheating. It was making sure no one ever realized you were doing it. And by the time Valko figured it out-if he figured it out at all- it would already be far too late.
As his attention stayed fixed on the cards in his hand, you casually let a couple of your worst ones slip from your lap to the floor. The movement was so small, so effortless, that it was easy to miss—especially when you had something much more interesting to keep his eyes on.
You rested your chin in your palm and let out a small, defeated sigh. "I don't think I'm very good at this at all," you admitted, pouting just enough to make it believable. "You're a lot better than I expected."
Valko's ears perked ever so slightly at the compliment, his grin only growing wider.
You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. "Maybe if you win... I can think of a reward to give you later."
That earned his full attention. "What kind of reward?" he asked without missing a beat, his focus wavering.
You simply shrugged, feigning innocence. "You'll have to earn it first."
Valko's ears perked immediately, his grin widening as his thoughts were clearly no longer entirely on the game. Exactly as you'd hoped.
Taking advantage of the brief distraction, you quietly nudged the discarded cards farther beneath the table with the tip of your foot before returning your full attention to the match. By the time Valko looked back at you, your expression was as innocent as ever, as though you'd been doing nothing but waiting patiently for his next move.
Not long after, the results of your hard work began to show.
Your hand steadily shrank while Valko remained blissfully unaware of how suspiciously fast it was happening. Before long, you were down to your last two cards.
Then one. "UNO," you announced sweetly, holding up your final card with a smile.
Valko blinked. "Wait, what?"
You couldn't help the smug grin tugging at your lips as he hurriedly checked his own hand, only to realize he still had far more cards left than you did. The look on his face was almost enough to make you laugh.
Then, you dramatically placed down your final card.
"I win." You leaned back against the couch, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.
"...No, you don't." Valko frowned at the discard pile before looking back at you, as if expecting the cards to somehow rearrange themselves.
"I just did." You gave him an innocent shrug, your smile only growing.
His eyes flickered from your empty hands to your face, narrowing ever so slightly. He knew that look. He knew that expression was never as innocent as it seemed.
"You cheated." He pointed an accusing finger at you, though there was far more amusement than annoyance in his voice.
"I don't know how," Valko muttered, scooting closer until he was practically pressed against your side, one arm instinctively slipping around your waist. His gaze remained fixed on you, searching for even the smallest hint of guilt. "But you definitely cheated."
You only laughed, pinching his cheek before leaning into him just as much as he leaned into you.
"Can you prove it?" you asked, tilting your head innocently.
"...No." He clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated that he had no evidence to support his claim.
"Then I guess I won fair and square." You beamed up at him, looking far too proud of yourself.
Valko let out an exaggerated sigh before resting his chin atop your head, his arms tightening around your waist despite his obvious defeat. He stayed like that for a moment, quietly replaying the entire game in his mind while his thumb absentmindedly traced slow circles against your side.
"I want a rematch," he finally declared, lifting his head just enough to look at you.
"Already?" You raised a brow, unable to hide your grin.
"I'm not letting my little troublemaker get away with cheating twice." He lightly pinched your side in retaliation, earning a squeak and a laugh from you.
"You still can't prove I cheated." You nudged his shoulder with yours, looking entirely unbothered.
"I'll figure it out eventually." His lips curled into a determined grin, though he made no move to let you go.
You stuck your tongue out. But Valko simply pulled you even closer until you were nearly sitting in his lap, burying his face against your shoulder with a dramatic huff.
You giggled, card game long forgotten as you wrapped your arms around him in return, gently running your fingers through his hair while the rain continued to fall softly against the windows.
cheater, cheater: valko learns the hard way that trusting his mischievous darling during a game of uno is a terrible idea.
headcanons to bad boy valko x nerd reader (coming soon)
headcanons to werewolf valko x hunter reader (coming soon)
headcanons to werewolf valko x scientist reader (coming soon)
masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight. if any of you want to be tagged in the next fic or a long fic of a drabble, then just comment. i'll immediately put you in the tag list.
