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[stardolc]

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[poisonf0rest]

Big Bad Wolf!

♱⋅── valko x reader

♱⋅── about: valko gets turned on when you beat him in play fighting, especially when you get a little rough? Yes or yes?

♱⋅── wc: 3.2k

♱⋅── warnings: mdni. smut, breeding kink, scent kink, knotting, mate mentioned, dry humping, sub!valko, puppy coded valko, size difference, we love big subby men

One hundred forty-three rounds later, and you’ve finally won.

Every bulging, sweaty muscle strains as you laugh on top of Valko for the final lunge, pinning him by his throat and waist into the mats below.

“Haha, and that’s victory for me!”

He grumbles in response, pouting although you see the ghost of a smile curl against his lips. “Ya right. You tripped me, dirty little minx.”

You coo at his adorable sulking, “Big bad wolf can't handle a little bit of dirty play?” Pressing your forearm harder, you watch something dark flicker in Valko’s eyes as his breath stutters. “Don’t you know your enemies will be ready to exploit your every weakness?”

The room is filled with both of your ragged breathing, sweat dripping between your tanged bodies, undoubtedly soaking through your bra and shorts. The air sticks to you, hot and sticky.

Valko takes a deep inhale, chest rising under your palm, before going unnaturally still. The stillness of a predator ready to jump.

You tense, anticipating him to wrestle you off and begin the next match, and yet it never comes.

No. Instead, you’re met with the unmistakable feeling of something growing harder, larger, pushing up against your clothed ass.

The flush on your face is no longer just from exhaustion.

“Did you- are you—”

Valko’s whine cuts you off, his eyes screwed shut as if in horrible pain. “Don’t. Please.”

He’s trembling. Every hulking muscle under you straining as his enormous palms come up to cup your thighs, nails digging in.

“I just,” Valko lets out another whine, pitched and desperate, his amber eyes snapping open and begging up at you no better than a puppy would. “Ah shit, you’re so perfect. Fight perfect, smell perfect,” one broad hand goes to your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you, the sound shooting through him like another strike. “Feel perfect.”

Fuck.

Something about losing to you, about the ache blooming through his body where your blows had landed, the solid weight of you pinning him effortlessly into the worn training mats… perhaps it should have bruised his pride or made him fired up.

Instead, it leaves Valko fucking dizzy.

Your scent surrounds him, swallowed with every inhale Valko takes, intoxicating and cloying on his tongue as though he could taste you already. It’s sweet and a little spicy, like cardamom or amber, filling his brain with static as his every instinct narrows down on you and your body. To lay claim. To take.

He doesn't mean to keep nuzzling into your sweat-slicked body. One breath isn't enough, then another isn't either, every deeper pull filling his head with a pleasant, humming need that leaves less and less room for coherent thought.

Acceptance.

Need.

Mate.

Despite your full weight still pinning him to the floor, Valko's hips buck sharply up into yours, nearly throwing you off him. But his hand tightens against your ass, forcing you down into the movement at the exact same time he grinds his still-growing erection right up into your clothed pussy.

You both moan at the mere contact.

More. He needs more.

His hips don’t stop moving, pushing up into you with quick little rabbit thrusts, Valko’s head thrown back in a deep, unashamed moan as he chases the friction. His jaw opens, nearly drooling, about to manhandle you into a better position to grind against when you lean back down.

And slap him right across the face.

Immediately, he freezes, blinking and shaking away the shock and arousal from his face. His cock jumps from between your thighs, though, and that’s all the confirmation you need as Valko looks back up at you with wide eyes.

“Behave, puppy.”

You place your hand around his neck, grinding your hips backward as you watch Valko’s eyes roll back.

“I won,” you remind him. “That means you listen to me.”

He nods with so much enthusiasm you almost worry about his neck.

“Yeah, yes. Of course. I can take it, please.” Anything, anything for you to keep touching him.

Your hips are flush against his, grinding up and down just like you would be if you were riding him. The thought alone has Valko moaning louder, completely uncaring if anyone heard, voice hoarse as you squeeze his throat tighter.

It’s teasing both of you to insanity, so close and not nearly close enough. Friction hot and pressing right up against your clit, but doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. It doesn't help that the outline of his dick is enough to grind on, wide enough to part your lips and feel strain against your clothed pussy. Fuck, imagining all that power, that size stretching inside you…

You’re no better than animals in heat, gasping and panting as your hips never stop moving, spine arching as his tip catches your clit. “Ahhh, good job, baby, making me feel so good. Good boy.”

Valko keens at the praise. “Thank you, thank you. I’m your good boy, I’ll be such a good boy.”

He’s drooling as he writhes beneath you, nails clawing into the floor with the restraint it takes not to flip you over and rip your shorts off before fucking until both of you pass out. Bite and mark you as his. Fill you with his seed until he’s shooting blanks, watch you drip with his cum, push his knot inside you and cum again and again and again—

You laugh. Poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s moaning all of this out loud.

“Shhh, I’ll let you, puppy.” Leaning down, you kiss him just to shut him up, licking into his open mouth. “I’ll let you breed me.”

“Fuuuck yes.”

Valko’s tongue shoves into your mouth, hot, invasive, lapping into the kiss. You let him, kissing with teeth and tongue, spit spilling down the side of his mouth as he takes more and more. He bullies himself closer, greedy for every scrap of attention, chasing each inch you’re willing to give and always reaching for one more.

“I’m sorry, feels so good, too good.” Valko groans, every thrust becoming more sloppy, and you can tell from how sloppy his kisses are and the unevenness of his thrusts that he’s already close.

You click your tongue as though reprimanding a spoiled pet before breaking the kiss, hand tightening around his throat.

Valko breaks away instantly with a sharp gasp, chest heaving. His eyes snap to yours, dazed and teary, as though being stopped is its own reward. “Sorry, m’sorry. Please keep kissing me, please, I’m sorry.” Another whimper. “You said you’d help me, ya? P-please baby, let me cum.”

“And let you stain my favorite gym shorts with your cum? I don’t think so, puppy,” you scold, teasing your fingers up his rough undercut.

His breath catches so abruptly his whole body gives a tiny, involuntary jolt, shoulders loosening beneath your hand as a slow shiver rolls down his spine at the mere touch. If his ears were manifested, they would be pulled back, his body chasing the sensation before his mind could catch up, leaning instinctively into your palm like some half-domesticated thing desperate for another touch.

Every instinct urges him to reclaim your mouth, to grind back into your clothed pussy, but he forces himself still. Because that’s what you’ve taught him to do.

What a good boy.

Lifting your hips, Valko sobs at the loss of your heat. Your free hand reaches down instead, shucking down his sweat-drenched shorts and boxers in one tug, his cock bouncing out from its confines.

It springs against Valko’s abdomen with a wet slap, every bulging, veiny inch a sensitive pink, tip swollen and leaking all over his pretty red happy trail.

Valko whines, bucking into the air, “Please-ohhh-please let me in you. I’ll make you feel s’good, I’ll be so good. Ah fuck, come on.”

Something, anything to release this unbearable pressure swelling up at the base of his dick.

So you slap him again, and this time the second the crack echoes across the room so does his moan. A fresh spurt of pre-cum stains his abs, so much leaking and spilling down his stomach, you’re damn near concerned.

“Shh, don’t be too loud, someone might hear how desperate you are, baby.” You kiss his forehead and strip.

First you peel off the sports bra, then kick down your shorts and panties, smiling at Valko’s star-struck expression before dropping back down completely bare onto his muscular thighs.

“Come here, puppy.”

He obeys immediately, sitting up faster than humanly possible and ramming his lips onto yours, hands fighting to cup your breasts before he thinks better of it and curls them against his sides into trembling fists.

You hum into the kiss, guiding his hands up to your skin, “Go on, you can touch me.”

Two massive arms engulf you. Valko’s already nuzzling into your bare chest, mouthing at the lines of sweat collected from your sports bra, hot tongue dragging against every inch of skin. There’s no rhythm, no logic, just sloppy licking between your breasts before sucking at your nipples, around and up until he’s at your collarbone, every sensation so overwhelming that you feel yourself soaking his thigh.

“M’sorry, can’t stop. Taste so sweet…” Valko’s licking another long strip up your neck before finding a spot that makes you whine, nipping and teething at it while his hands come up to pinch and roll your swollen nipples. You moan at the feeling of it all, hips rolling against his quads as he purposefully tenses the ridges of muscle underneath you, letting you grind against him.

Once again, the two of you are humping each other like dogs, except this time there’s no more clothing to get in the way.

Your bare cunt envelopes his throbbing cock, every movement heightened by loud, wet sounds of the two sliding together, pseudo fucking in a way that drives both of you insane. The taste and smell of you is overwhelming, Valko dipping his head to suck at your nipple while bucking up into you, abs flexing, drenched with sweat and your combined slick as his cock drags past your clit, pressing desperately right up against your cunt before slipping to your ass and coming right back again.

His frustration is becoming obvious. Low growls muffled into your chest as grinding turns to proper thrusting, tip ramming at your entrance just too thick to push in and your thighs too slippery to find purchase.

“Shit! it’s not– not fitting. Please, let me in.” He’s begging, drooling against your chest. ”Please sweetheart, please doll.”

You want it just as badly. So you tug on his hair, pulling Valko on top of you as you lie down, and slowly turning yourself around until your chest is pressed into the training mats beneath you.

Valko’s frozen like a predator just narrowed in on a prey.

Except that prey is you. Your teasing smile lured him in, and your bare, dripping cunt presented to him like heaven mere inches from his drooling face.

Arching your back deeper, you smile as you finally give him what he’s been dying for. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Valko, ya? Wanna knot me?”

He’s barely breathing, golden eyes glowing slightly as they lock with yours, unblinking. “Yes.”

Then, he pounces.

In a blink, his six-foot-something body slams into yours, shoving your face into the floor, one arm effortlessly forcing your ass higher to meet his hips and the other pinning your back into a deep arch to accommodate the weight of his chest now pressed against your spine.

Completely mounted, your muscles scream from the stretch and pressure his body gives, his heavy cock still leaking violently from between your spread thighs, thrusting between them, a puddle of his pre-cum splattering down between you.

You laugh into the mats, right where you want to be as you goad him into taking all that he wants and more. “Go on then, puppy. Claim me, take me, make me yours—!”

You can’t even finish your teasing before Valko bullies himself inside you with one violent thrust. Hands dig grooves into your thighs, pawing at your ass, stomach, chest, all while pulling you backward into every powerful thrust.

Valko’s head drops with another unashamed moan, tongue lolling out to lick at your nape and spine, drooling with every tight flutter your walls squeeze around him. God, you’re gushing. He’s glued to the mess where your bodies meet, your ass bouncing with each thrust, taking him so perfectly he’s losing his mind.

“Ohhh you feel so good.” Pressing deeper, his hand snakes around to press against your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his dick as you scream into the floor. Valko groans, babbling into your ear as his hips snap faster. “I know pretty thing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He’s repeating it against your neck between licks and nibbles, still not letting up any of his force. You feel something unmistakable swell against the curves of your ass, knocking against your cunt and thick enough to hit your clit too, each slap making you sob from pleasure-pain.

“Gonna f-fuck my little mate full of my cum, then eat you out, then fuck you again—oh fuck. Love you and this perfect pussy,” Valko’s slurring his words, talkative as ever and loud enough for the entire training facility to hear him moan.

His thrusts turn deeper, unable to part with your heat, his knot grinding furiously against your clit as you feel your body begin to tremble. “She’s takin me so well, so tight. Mhmm I’ll fill her well, give her everything she wants, fuck her full-full of my knot.”

God, he needs to shut up or you’re going to cum.

“Shh,” you hush him before breaking into a moan. “Too loud, Valko. Someone could—ahh fuck—hear you!”

Oh, but he can’t! He can’t, not when he finally feels your pussy begin to cream around him with your impending orgasm, almost wet enough to take all of him and his knot! This is what you want too don’t you see? This is what his pretty little mate needs.

Valko can’t even comprehend what he’s saying anymore, just growling and moaning into your neck as he drops his arms to properly rub at your clit and tug at your sensitive nipples, biting down into the junction of your shoulder and neck as you squirt all over his thighs with a pitched scream.

“Good pup, good mate, keep cumming for me.” Valko licks at the pin-pricks of blood blooming from his bite, going right back to babbling into your ears as his thrusts turn rougher. “Ready to take me, have my knot, my cum, oooh youfeelsogood.”

In a last attempt to muffle your boyfriend's horny sobs, you squirm beneath him to grab your gym shorts and stuff Valko’s mouth with them, gagging him with the sweat-stained spandex. And he simply takes it, open mouth drooling all over your clothes as he gets drunk off the scent of your sweat and arousal stained into them.

You both gasp at the feeling of his knot finally pressing into your entrance, the swollen, heavy weight of it forcing you several more inches open before slipping back out. Again, and again.

Instinctively, you run away, like a bunny cornered by a wolf, writhing underneath him as Valko snarls, hands engulfing your hips entirely as he drags you back onto his cock, forcing you still with so little effort it's laughable. Nothing stops him from pressing in deeper and deeper, your poor cunt finally yielding to his knot, the burn making you drool into the floor as Valko moans into your makeshift gag.

It’s forever and only seconds, your orgasm-sensitive pussy drooling enough to help him slide in fully, greedily sucking up every extra inch he gives you until you both feel the pop! of his knot finally catching inside you. It presses every damn inch inside you so perfectly you cum again, wailing and trembling as your thighs begin to go limp.

No matter, Valko just holds you up anyway. It’s not like he could pull out of you now, even if he wanted to. Not until he filled you with his cum, at least.

You’re still shaking from the prolonged orgasm, and Valko lets the rest of your body fall to the floor, following you down until his body is smushed atop yours, pressing you both into a mean prone bone.

It just makes him feel bigger. Your head is spinning with all the sudden pressure, his fat tip kissing your cervix as he rocks back and forth, his knot still grinding into that squishy spot against your walls, the heat and weight of his chest pressing into your back, and of course, his muffled moans and rambles still going strong even through your panties.

“Cum, Valko.” You’re barely thinking straight either, already right at the edge again as Valko’s thrusts turn sloppy, his body shaking. “Fill me up, b-breed me. Become mine.”

He’s cumming.

Valko whimpers into your neck as his hips snap one last time into yours, grinding as you feel the warm gush of his release spurt violently inside you, filling and filling and filling you up. So much, too much. Too much that cum squirts out from even the tight plug of his knot, dripping down both of your thighs even as Valko whines at the waste.

He doesn’t seem to fully realize he’s done, still rolling his hips into yours, each one powerful enough to drag your bodies tangled along the floor.

“Nooo, Valko,” you whine, trapped under his weight and still inflated with his knot. “Valko, stop, sensitive! Too sensitive.”

Your hands helplessly shove and push backward at the enormous man lying on top of you, not even budging him as he continues to nuzzle himself into your sweat-slicked back.

Finally, you manage to yank your clothes out from his mouth, releasing him from the gag as he simply sighs in pleasure, licking and nipping at your ear before dragging his tongue in a long, messy line down your neck.

“You’re so heavy. Get. Off!” Each word is a shove, but Valko only laughs at the effort. He does take mercy on your poor abused body though, and grabbing your waist with one hand, rolls the two of you over. You now rest on his plush chest instead, both of you heaving as you lie still pumped full of his knot and cum.

“M’sorry, guest instinct just took over there, y’know? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“...You rabid dog.”

“Hehe, woof.”

[lvl1l1]

Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.

He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even

But his tail is a fucking snitch.

The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.

He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.

Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.

It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.

You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).

“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”

He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.

He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…

…but his tail never lies.

[kkumri]

how do u miss someone u never met? 🐶💔

[kkumri]

how do u miss someone u never met? 🐶💔

[reveries0fmine]

Valko boyfriend headcannons

pairing: bf!valko x gn!reader cw: suggestive and sfw headcannons (they're separated), petnames, fluff, teasing and mocking a/n: gonna make family man valko headcannons next, stay tuned for that... (edit: it's out and I linked it) family man valko headcannons! Valko masterlist (wip!)

ᯓ★ bf!valko who likes to ragebait you, but isn't immune to it himself. if anything, he's kinda easier to annoy at times. it's all in good fun though, and he'd never get mad at you.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who will kiss, suck, lick or bite any sliver of skin that you expose to him. whether it be your neck, shoulders, ears, collarbone, back, arms, fingers, ankles—literally anything and everything. he's starving.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who doesn't go too crazy with nicknames for you. a bit basic, likes using "baby" and "pretty" a lot. he's a bit of a troll at times though, and likes using the most terrible petnames possible just to get a reaction from you.

"hey honeybun—do you know where my phone is?" he sticks his head in through the door of the room you're lounging in. eyeing you eagerly.

you slowly turn to face him, disgust painting your face as you side-eye him. "what did you just call me?"

"honeybun. y'know, 'cause you're sweet like honey and have nice buns—okay I can't do this." he breaks character, laughter bubbling out of him as he leans against the doorframe.

you join, laughing along with him. "never do that again."

ᯓ★ bf!valko who's always leaning on you, has his head resting in your lap, or even lies down on top of you on the couch while watching tv. it doesn't matter how much you protest and complain about how heavy he is, it doesn't stop him. if anything, it just makes him want to do it more.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who has a ridiculously attractive laugh. you thought it would probably be a little silly, but you were wrong. the first time you heard him really laugh out of true amusement, your entire face got red. not to mention the fact that his fangs and dimples show when he's laughing. also has those smile lines that everyone finds hot.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who never lets you carry anything, ever. whenever you two go out shopping for fun or for groceries, he will hold all the bags with both hands, bulging veins nearly popping out of his biceps as he holds onto 5 bags with each hand. but you still have the audacity to tease him.

"why don't you wanna hold my hand? are you angry at me?" you feign offense, pouting as you eye his obviously full hands.

he freezes, turning to the side to glance at you over his shoulder. "you serious?"

you nod, your frown only deepening as you stare up at him.

he shifts the bags in his left hand and barely manages to hold out his pinky finger to you. "c'mon," he points forward with a gesture of his head.

you chuckle, grabbing onto his pinky finger and walking alongside him.

"happy?" he asks with a scoff, but is unable to hide his grin. once you hum in agreement, his eyes return to the path ahead, his smile widening.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who, just like wolves who pick their partners for life and stick by their decision, saved himself for you. never dated, never kissed, never hooked up, never even flirted. he knew that the one meant for him was out there, and that he'd know it was them the moment he'd meet them. and when you ran into each other the first time? yeah, he knew you were the one. his nose and intuition never failed him afterall.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who acts very suave and confident, which he kinda is, but not all the time. it's kind of a cover-up that became half true somewhere along the way (fake it till you make it). sure he's much cooler now than in his teenage years, but he's still the virgin tech nerd who annotated biology textbooks for fun while having national geographic wildlife documentaries playing in the background.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a very outdoorsy man. always suggests going on walks, runs, or hikes with you. but he never takes the same path or trail twice. always insists on seeing new things. however, he knows that most people aren't big fans of hiking and stuff, so he never forces you, and is always encouraging when you do decide to. (also super grateful that you try out his hobbies for him)

"how much longer until we get back..." you whine, your arms dangling in front of you as they rest against valko's shoulders.

he readjusts you, tightening his grip on your legs as you melt further against him, threatening to fall off his back. "hey— you don't get to complain when you're being carried." he huffs.

"fine." you roll your eyes. "but you're the one who suggested carrying me around in the first place."

"what was I supposed to do? let my girlfriend limp the whole way back? how gentlemanly." he chuckles.

feeling his chest vibrate underneath you, and the warmth emanating from him, you can't help but laugh as well. "alright, alright I get it." you press a quick peck to his cheek. "thanks."

ᯓ★ bf!valko who loves lying in bed with you, face smushed between your thighs. unconsciously gnaws and bites at the flesh of your inner thighs like it's a chew toy.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who sleeps with nothing but a pair of boxers on. with his naturally high body temperature, he's probably more comfortable sleeping nearly naked. never really thought much about it, but when you pointed it out the first time you slept together, he kinda got flustered. thankfully though, you reassured him you didn't mind as long as he was comfortable which he was grateful for (more eye candy for you).

ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a mouth breather sometimes, sorry. (canines expel heat and absorb fresh air from their mouths). he tries to stop it, and it's fine most of the time, but sometimes he can't help his instinctive nature and catches himself doing it unwillingly. gets a little embarrassed when you tease him for it. also snores.

ᯓ★ bf!valko whose fangs sometimes poke your lips or get stuck in the flesh while you two make out. it's gotten to the point where you're used to it and don't mind, but he still kinda freaks out everytime.

you're resting atop his lap, your lips moving against his like you needed him to breathe. and he returned that energy tenfold. his excitement caused him to be a little careless however.

you feel a sharp sting on the corner of your bottom lip and wince away from him. your tongue darts out to feel the spot he accidentally poked. there's no blood, but you can feel a little dent.

he eyes you with wide and worried eyes. "fuck, I'm sorry—" he lets out a quiet whine. "are you okay?"

you nod, chuckling at his pout.

his pout turns into a frown as he furrows his eyebrows at you. "I'm worried about you and you're laughing at me?"

that makes your chuckle turn into a full laugh. you lean into him, cupping his face tenderly before peppering kisses all over his face. "can you blame me? you look cute angry."

"... I'm not cute. I'm a grown man." he huffs, trying his best to stay annoyed, but once your lips press against a particularly sensitive spot near his jaw, he melts against you.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who loves seeing you try out new clothes, or pampering yourself. he just likes showing you off, and he loves it even more when you show off for him. probably loves praising you too. "you look so hot." "can't believe that's all mine." "that's the top you weren't sure about? it was made for you." and so on and so forth.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who steals food off your plate, especially stuff like dumplings or fries. will quickly grab the food and eat it in front of you while smirking. oh, and don't hold your sandwich up near him and look away for even a second, because he will lean in and take a bite of it. also the type to take huge bites whenever you offer him small bites of your food.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who puts his hand over your head when you're about to smack your head on something. doesn't even do it to be chivalrous or anything, it's automatic. also does it when it's raining.

── SUGGESTIVE

ᯓ★ bf!valko who would not care about you having body hair. he knows it's the natural state of your body, and likes it for that reason. would be devastated if you shaved your bush.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a munch. he likes it because it's one of the places where your scent is the strongest. likes giving more than receiving.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who wants you before you shower. when he texts you he's coming home, he always makes sure to add "don't wash". he loves your natural scent and musk, and doesn't want it to be erased by the artificial scent of body shampoo and soap. that's not to say he's unhygienic or anything, he likes both but has a very clear preference.

ᯓ★ bf!valko who you find yourself laughing with during intimacy. whether it's you mocking him for a strangled noise he let out, or him chuckling at your pleading face, the two of you always find a way to smile through it.

a/n: come back home dada please

if you liked this, you might like my family man valko headcannons!

[calebunny]

Valko puts u in Air jail

“Okay, that’s it.”

You were busy absentmindedly gnawing on Valko’s arm like a feral, teething puppy. “Huh–”

Your voice was cut off as he stood up from his chair, turning toward you and picking your body clean off the ground.

“I’m gonna have to put you in air jail now, pup.”

“What?! Val, what are you– c’mon, why?” you flailed in his hold, arms and legs thrashing in the air, but his grip on your waist remained steady, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

Realizing you weren't going to be put down anytime soon, you resorted to just pouting up at him, your body going completely limp like a doll being held up.

“You know why. You have been very distracting while I’m working.”

You looked down at his well developed arms, finding them littered with blooming red and purple bite marks. The view had the exact opposite effect on you, your cheeks flushed hot, and you practically drooled.

Valko gave you a light shake to snap your focus back to him. “Eyes on me now.”

“Five more minutes of this,” he said, tilting his head. It was the look of a man who was absolutely not playing.

“Then you’ll learn to be better behaved, won’t you?”

[lvl1l1]

Valko is convinced he’s being subtle.

He’s “just stretching” when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while you’re trying to fold laundry. He’s “just making sure you’re warm” when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. He’s “just checking” when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.

You’re not even mad. How could you be?

Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him it’s practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.

“You’re clingy today,” you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Am not,” he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. “Just like having you close. That’s all.”

You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.

“Uh huh. Sure, big guy.”

He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. You’re both smiling like idiots.

Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.

“…Can we stay like this a little longer?” he asks, suddenly shy.

You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.

“Of course, baby. As long as you want.”

Valko’s tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.

“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“

Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.

A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.

“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“

He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.

“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.

His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.

“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.

You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.

“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…

“Valko- can't- no more-“

His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“

Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.

Then something big started pressing at your entrance.

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.

His tail wagged harder.

[miraeofficial]

Imagine your lover, Sylus, had to stifle his laugh when he was watching you grimace over expensive price tags at the designer store.

"Why is it over 500 dollars?!" you shrieked, gripping the price tag tightly in your hand; it could almost crumple in your frustration.

Your monthly salary wasn't even close to covering the cost of one item!

Behind you, you heard your lover let out a deep, suppressed giggle. Offended by the mere sound, assuming it was one of mockery or amusement at your expense, you whipped around to shoot him a glare, only to see a fond twinkle in his crimson eyes.

"What's so funny, huh?" you demanded, crossing your arms then sizing up your much taller partner with a scowl.

Oh, how badly Sylus wanted to gobble you up.

He pinched the fat of your cheek affectionately, chuckling softly. "I just find it amusing how worked up you get over mere pocket change," he said, gazing at your preferred attire with a mixture of amusement and adoration. "It's endearing, really."

You gave him a look, now letting go of the price tag. You're fully aware that your lover is a wealthy man, not only dominating a dangerous underground territory but also being in possession of several luxurious properties that fingers are insufficient to count. You loved that quality in him; it gives you security and reassurance that he can provide for you in ways beyond material possessions.

But sometimes it irked you how cocky he is when flaunting his wealth.

You smacked his broad chest with your hand, turning away from him with a huff. "Whatever, I'm leaving," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Then a few hours later, after arriving at your shared penthouse, the conclusion of a shopping spree is where you didn't actually buy anything because of your pettiness.

Sylus walked behind you with a smirk on his face, watching you turn the doorknob and walk inside the living room until you stopped in your tracks.

The living room is cluttered with designer boxes and shopping bags, from the couch to the coffee table, evidence that a certain someone had gone overboard with their spending without your knowledge. It's the same designer brand you complained about hours ago, now greeting you with its presence in your home.

Sylus chuckles at your still reaction, his cheeky arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his body closer to yours. He planted a subtle kiss on the top of your head, his smile faintly visible as he whispered, "If you want something," and he leaned closer to your flustered ear. "You don't need to complain when you have a lover who is more than willing to spoil you."

He dragged his lips to your neck, just smoothing over your skin with a teasing touch, as his warm breath makes you tickle. "I was planning to buy the whole mall just for you earlier."

"But a certain kitten was being fussy that I had to cancel those plans."

You are trying so hard not to give in to his sweet words and the temptation he brings with his gentle caresses.

Oh well, even if you try hard to resist, he'll give it to you regardless.

[mhudson92]

[lvl1l1]

Sylus has always been a patient man.

But nothing tests that patience quite like you.

The first time you leaned in and kissed him, he felt like the entire world could burn down around him and he wouldn’t care. Since then, making out with you has become his favorite addiction. The way you melt into him, the little sounds you make when he licks into your mouth, how you grip his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll disappear,he can’t get enough.

Tonight is no different.

You’re straddling his lap on the couch in his private lounge, hands tangled in his silver hair while he kisses you deep and slow. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you closer. A low groan rumbles in his chest when you rock against him, unconsciously grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, kitten…” he murmurs against your lips, voice already rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You whimper softly, kissing him harder, and for a moment it feels like you might finally be ready. His hands slip under your shirt, palms warm against your bare waist, thumbs stroking just beneath your ribs. He’s so hard it’s aching, straining painfully against his zipper, but he doesn’t rush you. He just keeps kissing you like he could do this forever.

Then you pull back suddenly, breathing heavily, eyes a little wide.

“Sylus… wait. I’m sorry, I-” You bite your lip, looking guilty.

He stills immediately.

His hands slide out from under your shirt and settle respectfully on your hips instead. Even though his cock is throbbing angrily between you, begging for friction, his expression softens.

“Hey,” he says gently, voice low and calm. “Don’t apologise. You never have to be sorry for that.”

You look down, cheeks flushed. “But you’re… I can feel how hard you are. I keep getting you worked up and then stopping-“

Sylus cuts you off by tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes. That usual smugness is gone, replaced by something warmer and tender.

“I don’t care if I stay hard for the rest of the night,” he says simply. “Or all week. Or all month. We go at your pace. Always.”

He leans in and presses a slow, sweet kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, much softer this time.

“You letting me kiss you like this already feels like winning the lottery, sweetie,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I can wait. As long as you need.”

Even as he says it, his cock twitches hard between your thighs, still painfully trapped and aching. He ignores it completely, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest instead.

You bury your face in his neck, relaxing into him. “You’re too good to me.”

Sylus lets out a quiet chuckle, though it sounds a little strained.

“Trust me, I’m not a saint. Right now I’m thinking about a lot of very filthy things I want to do to you,” he admits, voice dropping into a purr. “But I’d rather have you comfortable and happy than rush anything. This-” He squeezes your waist gently. “-is more than enough.”

You stay like that for a long time, you curled up on his lap, his arms securely around you while he presses occasional kisses to your hair and temple.

Later, after you’ve fallen asleep against his chest, Sylus finally lets out a slow, controlled breath.

He’s painfully hard, balls aching, cock leaking into his boxers… but he just holds you tighter, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

Because even if it means blue balling himself every single time you make out, you’re worth every second of it.

His kitten is safe, comfortable, and slowly opening up to him

[snoozer-crow]

🐦‍⬛ i want sylus like this: wc: 550

you wake to a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you delicately to gain your attention, as if afraid of harming you. you ignore it, burying your face in your covers and hiding from the intrusive figure.

they're persistent, though, and they turn you over, keeping you from curling back up into your protective ball. you whine, but comply, seeing as the strength behind the hand was determined to keep you awake.

you crack your eyes open and are met with a pair of ruby-red ones staring back at you with concern. it's who you expected, though you're not disappointed. you're just tired.

you try to push his hand off your shoulder, and he moves it to cup your face instead, running his thumb underneath your eye socket. his eyes search yours, even though you can barely keep them open.

"sweetheart," sylus whispers, patient as always. you won't be able to push him away that easily, even if you'd do anything you could to go back to sleep right now. you've already wasted the whole day; what difference would it make to waste a little more?

he's more stubborn than you are, though. he taps your cheek when your eyes droop closed again, and you begrudgingly open them for him, knowing he's waiting for your attention. you don't want to waste his time.

"did you take your medication?" he asks, his voice still steady and calm. you shake your head no. he doesn't respond with frustration, simply nodding and pulling your pill organizer and a glass of water over with his evol.

he presses his hand to the center of your back, gently guiding you upwards, even though you whine in complaint. "i know, i know. just sit up for me and take these without choking, then we can take a nice, long break."

you begrudgingly comply, letting him feed you the pills a few at a time alongside sips of water. it doesn't take you long to finish them, and once you do, sylus rewards you with affectionate kisses all over your face. even if you try to complain a little, he knows you love them.

the pill container and glass are returned to their place with a swish of his evol, and he doesn't waste a second before climbing into bed beside you, smoothly pulling you into his secure, warm embrace as he does so.

by the time he's settled, you're all bundled up in his arms, enveloped in him in one of your favorite positions. chest to chest, his hand beneath your shirt to rub your back and press you just that little bit closer. you sniffle and nestle your head into the crook of his neck, hiding from his scrutinizing gaze. he lets you.

"i love you." his words are simple, yet they convey centuries worth of longing and adoration. "you can sleep all day if you'd like. just don't shut me out. let me sleep with you." his whispers brush against your shoulder as he presses a tender kiss there. "let me love you. that's all i ask, darling. let me remain in your life."

"okay," you whisper, and though your brain is foggy from sleep, you could swear he begins to purr. either way, your mind is soothed for the moment, and you drift back off to sleep, knowing you won't ever have to do so alone.

[cocoaxia]

★ — under wraps !

summary: in which you ask about the lads boys condom size.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: suggestive content so NSFW / MDNI, xavier’s a little vulgar, zayne is lovely, rafayel wants to kill himself again (!!!), sylus is lovely again, caleb is strange. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), only a few comments/compliments but nothing explicitly stated. that’s it (i think)

p.s. this is based on a req SO i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ^^

a/n: yes…that is a cocoaxia original photo…no i don’t want to talk about the implications of me going about my normal human business and stopping to take a photo of the condom aisle to subsequently use for A LADS SMAU…i do it all for the realism…don’t ever say i'm not committed to you ladsnation…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

© cocoaxia

[abyssyby]

trying to be the wife that makes sylus cute lunches for work in the morning but the minute you try to sneak off into the kitchen, his grip on your waist is cable-like as a vise, his chin is hooked on your shoulder and half his body weight threatens to crush you.

“where are you going?”

unwilling to give up the surprise, you whisper, “nowhere.”

he scoffs. in hindsight, you could have lied better. but for now, he wins the satisfaction of keeping you pressed against him. “then you don’t have to go.”

you’ll try again. but for now, he kisses your neck and pulls you unbelievably closer. allowing the large puff of your duvet to swallow you both whole.

when he hums, you sigh. okay. lunch can wait til tomorrow.

[xiaoyigf]

The Strength of Humanity: Xiao Yi (Osborn) Character Exploration

Based on around the first year of in-game content. Everything written is my personal interpretation. WARNING: includes topics such as violence, abuse, and suicide.

Translation for the quotes are all by @aishangotome ♡

PART 1: DISCONNECTION FROM THE WORLD

As a victim of being abandoned by his parents and perceived as a monster by his peers, Xiao Yi’s connection to the world was forcefully stripped away from him against his will.

As I walked, I thought, I don’t know anyone in this world anymore. If I disappear, no one will even notice. (6* Card 四百击)

Without this sense of connection, his natural reaction was to feel lonely in the absence of support, to fear seclusion, to rage at the world’s inhumanity, and to be fuelled by hatred for evil. He couldn’t let himself become hidden and resigned from the world, and he also couldn’t allow the world to abandon him just like his parents did. He wanted freedom, and he thought he could achieve that by rebelling against evil.

Everything he had done, from childhood to now, was to escape this place. The world was a wasteland, but he could venture out, search for a better view, even if it was just a fleeting glimpse. (6* Card 四百击)

Ironically, the more he asserted his presence, the more disconnected from the world and the people within it he grew, and the more he chased his long-awaited freedom, the more trapped he became. He became an outsider on the edge of society as he stood on the opposite side of power and authority, disconnected from the prevailing beliefs which dominated the society around him. He wanted to be a hero, but whenever he rebelled against evil and injustice, he would be treated as the villain instead, turned into a victim abused beyond humanity.

He wanted to be in charge of his own fate and actively sever ties with the world first instead of being a passive bystander continually crushed under the weight of loss. He would forcefully assert his presence and banish evil because he had no attachments: there was no one he cared about, and no one that cared about him. He had the freedom to act however he wanted, but could it truly be considered freedom when he was still trapped within and controlled by his own feelings of resentment to the point that his role in the world would remain a victim? Did his assertive rebellion give him control, or was he still passively being controlled by the world?

His desires to rebel against evil, his unwillingness to surrender to authority, and his ultimate search for freedom all stemmed from hatred; hatred for his situation, hatred for the people that put him in this situation, and hatred for all of the evil present in society. His desire to become a hero was fuelled by hatred.

I couldn’t describe it then, but I vaguely felt that it was “hatred.” I heard it say, I want to be like him. I have to be like him. (6* Card 四百击)

In reality, this hatred stemmed from his inherent kindness and morality. His inherent morality led to him easily distinguishing good from bad, leading to him having strong feelings towards protecting the innocent and punishing evil. Despite being abandoned by his parents and seen as a monster by his peers, he still viewed and treated everyone as human, holding forgiveness in his heart even if they weren’t innocent.

Xiao Yi cried out in pain, but he still didn’t summon his flames. His reason told him that this man, despite his wickedness, was still just an ordinary human. (6* Card 四百击)

While Xiao Yi treated everyone as human, everyone else treated him as a monster. For the authority who only cared about power and greed, kindness and morality were viewed as ultimate weaknesses that could be easily crushed. In a society where the evil are seen as human and the innocent are treated as monsters, is there any meaning behind morality anymore? The combination of having no attachments to anyone, being an outsider looking in, and always standing on the opposite side of every moral dilemma only left him feeling even more disconnected from the world, merely remaining a powerless victim instead of having any influence.

PART 2: DISCONNECTION FROM HIMSELF

Xiao Yi has always been firmly guided by his individual morals, fully aware that he was in the right and that they were in the wrong. He would never bend to the will of evil, even if he had to bear all of the punishment himself.

“I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologise?” (6* Card 四百击)

However, for someone with such firm individual morals, he sure was extremely conflicted by his own beliefs. Although Xiao Yi held strong moral views, the lines of good and bad became blurred when judging himself. He began to internalise society’s judgements of him by attempting to free himself from kindness and morality, considering himself a villain instead of the hero he previously dreamed of being. This was because Xiao Yi’s kindness became his own torment. He loathed himself for longing for the company of his morally despicable parents, and for having the smallest sprout of hesitation or forgiveness in his heart for the criminals he rebelled against. He hated that he still viewed the villains of his world as human, because viewing morally bad people as human would insinuate to himself that he was also not a morally good person. This inner conflict left him feeling like he couldn’t openly express himself to the world, leaving him more trapped in his own feelings and further away from achieving freedom.

Didn’t I already decide to sever all ties with them? I would think, to have nothing to do with them anymore? But why did I still dream about them? Was it because those years we spent together were happy? I thought that even strangers, hearing my story, would condemn them as failures, unfit to be parents. In short, their leaving was a blessing, and if one day news came of their misfortune, it would be well-deserved. I shouldn’t miss them. So whenever I dreamt of them, I would wake up filled with self-loathing, hating myself for being so conflicted. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, because morally, I was supposed to hate them. (6* Card 四百击)

His kindness also meant that he couldn’t defeat these evil people like he wanted, because he was the one always being defeated instead.

I was paying the price for my soft-heartedness. Pinned to the ground, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of bitter amusement. While the other person only wanted to kill me, I was still sincerely considering the possibility of forgiveness. (6* Card 四百击)

As a result, Xiao Yi divided his soul into two, discarding the ‘kind’ part of his soul. Interestingly, the ‘kind’ part of his soul was the half completely consumed by rage and resentment, killing and beating people up out of pure hatred. However, the reason it’s considered the ‘kind’ half of his soul is because of the guilt and hatred he directed towards himself as a result of his actions. His own kindness made him hate himself because he viewed himself as immoral, and immorality is the absolute last thing he would ever want to embody. Without kindness, he could continue to defeat evil while disregarding the morality of his actions, so that he wouldn’t be trapped by guilt and hatred and subsequently be destroyed by himself. Afterwards, he claimed to not care about morality.

Xiao Yi: I want to be a villain.

Xiao Yi gazed intently at the moon, a fire burning in his eyes.

Xiao Yi: I want to personally witness all those evildoers receive the punishment they deserve.

Zhou Weicheng: Then why don’t you become a police officer, upholding justice?

Xiao Yi: Good people are restricted by many things, but villains aren’t.

Xiao Yi: If I could, I wouldn’t want kindness or compassion at all. They’ll only destroy me. (6* Card 自由落体)

He did this to not be destroyed by himself, but it was actually only destroying him even more. He was constantly berated by the world, but now he was being berated by himself too. Not only did he want to kill others, but he contemplating killing himself multiple times. As he kept contemplating death, he kept living not for himself, but for punishment. One, to punish evil, and second, to also be punished in return.

If there was one regret, it was this: I wouldn’t kill myself. I would raise my sword again and defeat him. (6* Card 四百击)

All I would have to do is jump, and I can escape it all. Would anyone grieve for me? Would anyone care if I died? “The person who cares most would probably be that Principal Xu.” Xiao Yi gave a self-deprecating chuckle, but the thought made him step back from the edge. He had to stay alive until those people were punished. (6* Card 四百击)

But for a moment, I really thought about giving up. I thought, let it end here. For me, life had never been about survival, but about punishment. (6* Card 自由落体)

He lived out of hatred, and this hatred served as his own punishment. Both his reason to live and his means of survival stemmed from self-sacrifice: to put money on the table, he participated in rigged races, took on dangerous commissions as a bounty hunter, and developed an unsafe habit of venting his emotions through speeding.

But since he removed the kind part of his soul that hated himself for his guilt, he shouldn’t harbour so much self-hatred, right? Why did he still hate himself? He hated himself because the idea of lacking morality still heavily bothered him. He went from raging at the world for its unfairness to raging at himself because he felt that he wasn’t a good person. Since he wasn’t a good person, perhaps it wasn’t the world that was unfair, but that he actually deserved all of the abuse he suffered.

Xiao Yi: Someone like me was a mistake from birth. I hit teachers and principals in school, and I’ve been locked up.

Once a clean white paper has a stain, it’s dirty.

Xiao Yi: I belong here. (6* Card 自由落体)

“What if— just what if— I was born evil? Without a kind heart?” (6* Card 自由落体)

In summary, Xiao Yi has always been inherently kind, but became destroyed by his kindness, subsequently tried to destroy his own kindness, and finally became destroyed by him destroying his own kindness.

A major turning point for him is when his rigged races ended up leading a man who lost his money to kill himself. The deceased man’s wife raged at Xiao Yi and wanted to kill him, and he had a sudden urge to kill her in return. In reality, the wife held the same morals and perspective that Xiao Yi originally had. In her eyes, her husband lost everything and died as a result of Xiao Yi’s immorality, and she was filled with rage and resentment towards him, wanting him to be punished. Isn’t that the exact same sense of punishment that Xiao Yi had been living for this whole time? How on earth did he end up on the other side and become the exact type of person he hated? It was all because he was attempting to free himself from his kindness, emotions, and morality, all of the qualities that constitute his humanity.

However, the most important moment was what came after.

Car audio: Little boat gently swaying in the water…

Someone had accidentally hit the button, and a children’s song suddenly filled the car, the child’s voice as clear as a spring.

Car audio: A cool breeze blows towards us…

Xiao Yi felt the grip on his neck loosen slightly.

The sudden surge of malice vanished, and he abruptly released her, realising he had just done something despicable. (6* Card 自由落体)

Hearing the children’s song in this moment is a call back to how we were all just children once. Children aren’t born inherently good or bad; they are only shaped by the circumstances they grow up in. Life is inherently unfair. No child deserves to be abandoned by their parents, and everyone deserves to grow up in a loving home and be surrounded by a supportive environment.

However, society is often so flawed that it makes innocent victims feel that they deserve everything that happened to them. This is because emotions, kindness, and morality are dismissed as weaknesses by those in power, but expecting people to suppress the qualities that form the basis of humanity only isolates victims more, leading the world to become even more unfair and divided. The powerful only continue to abuse their power, the victims only become more suppressed, and more people would want to fight against the world, rather than be a part of it.

“Don’t you find it ironic? Those who commit evil only care about their own desires. When they make a mistake, all they need to do is show good repentance, and people believe they will reform. It’s as if society tells them that as long as you conceal your actions well and cry profusely when caught, you’ll eventually be forgiven and forgotten. And the price must be paid by the innocent, struggling victims. It’s as if these students were simply unlucky, deserved to die, and deserved to be hurt.” (Main Story 13-13)

All of Xiao Yi’s feelings, especially all of his burning rage and resentment, are all completely valid and justified. He didn’t deserve anything that happened to him, and the world should have paid more attention to and treasured his emotions instead of trying to extinguish them. If people who were treated unfairly could truly be seen and heard in this world, maybe they would grow up with love and kindness instead, and wouldn’t feel the need to fight against the world.

Ke Yang: If society didn’t always label them as antisocial, and didn’t deliberately lead them that way. If their parents were a little nicer to them, they would become good kids too. (6* Card 自由落体)

Xiao Yi heavily toed the line between good and bad, and was extremely close to becoming the exact type of person he hated because he suppressed his kindness. At the end of the day, the responsibility lies with adults to treat children with care, but also with individuals to break the cycle and not follow in these adults’ footsteps, as difficult and unfair as it may be. Ultimately, breaking the cycle would be a step forward for himself, to not be consumed by self-hatred, and to not passively allow the world to take complete control of his emotions for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, it’s the rebellion against instinct and nature that truly showcases the unique brilliance of humanity, distinct from beasts. (Chapter 17 抗争的勇气)

Xiao Yi is not a monster, and in reality, no one is. When people are labelled as monsters, they separate themselves from the rest of humanity and start to feel justified in their acts against humanity. Running away from his humanity only proves his distinctly inherent humanity. However, always running away only brings him further away from the freedom he has always chased. Who says kindness is a weakness and can’t signify strength? Perhaps many people would say that, but if people are unaccepting of his true self and he hates that they’re unaccepting of his true self, why should he let their judgements affect his own self-judgement? However, Xiao Yi has always been extremely selfless. He assumed the role of a sacrificial hero as a sole individual, internalising all of his guilt and suffering on his own. He should stay true to himself and not compromise on his moral beliefs, but being free from desiring external validation isn’t easy for someone so selfless. Therefore, he needs to learn to prioritise himself.

PART 3: CONNECTION TO HIMSELF AND THE WORLD

Xiao Yi eventually starts finding his unique place in the world when he finds connection with other people.

At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he was living his life in this world earnestly. He no longer felt like a passerby or someone who always stood on the opposite side of everything. Xiao Yi’s name seemed to have a weight of its own. He was being called by people with anticipation, praise, enthusiasm… with all sorts of different emotions. In these calls, a Xiao Yi utterly different from his former self was emerging into the world. (6* Card 自由落体)

How was he able to achieve this, though? By no longer running away from himself and instead listening to his own heart. He begins by being led by his personal interest and curiosity about the world and the people within it, continuing to search for the freedom he desires. When he experiences the world for himself, he also meets and attracts like-minded people who like and accept him as he is. There has always been a world so much larger than the confines he was trapped in his whole life, but he had to take the first step to be willing to explore that world. Change comes from falling down and experiencing life for himself, not from letting other people change him or tell him what type of person he should be.

He may have been hated by one section of society, but another section of society actually admires him. No one is inherently good or bad, or inherently stronger or weaker than others, because different people have different views on these subjective concepts in the first place. Therefore, the most important thing is for him to stay true to his moral compass. Why should he devote his life to self-sacrifice and desire external validation from people who hold beliefs he’s heavily opposed against? Overall, his life begins when he takes the initiative; not for the world, but for himself.

He takes this initiative by actively extending his kindness towards others. He used to desire and demand kindness from the world and became disappointed when he didn’t receive what he wanted, but when everyone is waiting to receive kindness, there also has to be someone to initiate it first.

The world was indifferent to my feelings, and even if I abandoned my journey, it would not try to entice me with what I desired. With this realisation, my resentment towards disappointment dissipated. I discovered that I possessed something that transcended it: fellow adventurers who shared my risks, and a kindred spirit who understood my unspoken feelings. (6* Card 自由落体)

Specifically, he extends his support to people who have also been ostracised as outsiders, just like he was. He builds his own supportive community through kindness and forgiveness, and through forgiving other innocent people who have been through similar trials and made similar mistakes as he has, he can also start to forgive himself.

There was the seemingly frail young man with a horrifying tattoo revealed when he rolled up his sleeves, and a burly man with a scar over his left eye… They had all made mistakes in their youth and faced social stigma, struggling to fit into normal society. Xiao Yi gave them a chance. (6* Card 自由落体)

There’s a common sentiment that Xiao Yi is so strong and invincible that he’d probably be able to achieve happiness on his own without the MC, but the core basis of his character is that he learns to live and love himself when he’s connected to others. He learns to forgive himself through forgiving others, and in particular, loving MC is ultimately an act of sincerely loving himself.

Within their dynamic, Xiao Yi is very brave, assertive, confident, fearless, seemingly doesn’t overthink at all, and takes action without hesitation. Meanwhile, the MC, especially compared to him, is generally portrayed as more hesitant to take action due to fears and worries. However, while they may seem like polar opposites, the basis of their relationship is formed on the deep connection they feel to each other’s shared emotions. They both grew up as lonely children who were ostracised as monsters, so they actually deeply relate to and find solace in each other because they embrace each other’s humanity.

He gently accepts her fears, worries, loneliness, and envy, and expresses a certain level of emotional vulnerability with her that he doesn’t express anywhere else. The way he accepts and cares for her feels like he’s also learning to love and care for his own inner child that never received love from the world. Them being connected by their shared emotions they’ve held onto since childhood show that they are both simply just human. Xiao Yi is certainly admirable, but he experiences all of the same negative emotions that all humans do. Everyone is capable of embodying the strength they admire in Xiao Yi if they were only kinder to themselves.

“I envied that eaglet. I believed it was born with the ability to look down upon the earth, to enjoy the view from the highest point. But later, I realised that nothing is born fearless. It also had to fall countless times before finally becoming the way I envied.” (5* Card 拾光秘密)

He also notably doesn’t tell MC to change, not even to be more brave or confident. After all, the MC is Xiao Yi’s light that he strives towards because he likes her gentle nature. He just encourages her to be herself, and to do whatever she wants to do. This gentle acceptance is also an act of kindness towards his inner child who was always punished for not fitting into society’s expectations. His own strength in and of itself might encourage her to take a step forward, but he never tells her that she needs to be stronger. This can even be observed through his extremely direct personality; his straightforwardness on its own also encourages MC to be more direct too. Ultimately, MC taking the initiative wouldn’t be for him; it would be for herself, on her own terms. His role is only to help guide and encourage her.

To prevent a flower from withering, you don’t forbid it from blooming. That wasn’t true protection. True heroism was about becoming stronger for the sake of the flower you wanted to protect, to accompany it through the storms. (Chapter 12 生死与共)

For Xiao Yi, fighting against the world and running away from himself was never true freedom. Having attachments to other people brought significant value to his life.

He finally understood. His yearning for freedom stemmed from a lack of attachments. And now, he was willing to trade some of that freedom for a different kind. (6* Card 四百击)

Not only that, but having attachments to others in and of itself is the true freedom that Xiao Yi has been searching for his whole life. Xiao Yi and MC find freedom when they’re with each other, because through simply accepting each other as they are, they allow each other’s unique individuality to shine. True freedom is staying true to yourself and your humanity.

Xiao Yi has come out the other end of adversity as a strong and admirable hero, and unlike the abusive authority figures he faced in the past who used their power for evil, he chooses to use his strength to protect the innocent. He shows that the role of the strong should be to protect and support people who are still discovering their own inner strengths, not to prey on and exploit their kindness. After all, kindness is a strength that highlights the strongest parts of humanity, not a weakness.

[showhay]

miya osamu x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!osamu gets home and doesn’t even take off his socks before he’s flopping onto the couch and pulling you directly onto his chest. he’ll tuck your head under his chin, wrapping his thick, warm arms around you like a cocoon, and just breathe you in until the stress of the day melts off him and he’s falling asleep with his nose buried in your hair.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu expresses his softest side through secret treats. you’ll open your bag at work or school and find a small, hand-wrapped parcel of your favorite seasonal onigiri, shaped like a heart or with a tiny, clumsy smiley face drawn on the cellophane wrapper in sharpie. it’s his quiet way of making sure you’re being looked after even when he’s busy over a hot stove, a little piece of his heart tucked into your lunch.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu knows your coffee order better than you do, but he’ll still linger behind the counter at onigiri miya just to watch you walk in, giving you that slow, heavy-lidded smirk that says he’s already thinking about taking his apron off and taking you home.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu has a specific way of pulling you into his space when he’s cooking. he’ll hook a thick arm around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while he stirs a pot, his breath warm against your ear as he mumbles about how good you smell—even over the scent of dashi and toasted sesame.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu is surprisingly observant about the little things. if you’re wearing a new pair of earrings or did your makeup differently, he doesn’t just say “you look nice” instead, he’ll tilt your head up with a thumb under your chin, study you like you’re the most intricate recipe he’s ever mastered, and tell you exactly how much he likes the way it makes your eyes look.

​;; boyfriend!osamu doesn’t care about the spotlight like atsumu does, but he’s incredibly territorial in the quietest ways. in a crowded room, his hand is always somewhere on you—the small of your back, your nape, or his fingers hooked into your back pocket—just a constant, grounded reminder that you’re his.

​;; boyfriend!osamu loves the way you taste. honestly. he’ll ‘accidentally’ get a bit of flour or sauce on your cheek just so he has an excuse to lean in and lick it off, his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your breath hitches with a look that is pure, unadulterated hunger.

​;; boyfriend!osamu loves lazy morning. he’s a heavy sleeper, and he likes you pinned underneath him, his limbs tangled with yours like a human weighted blanket. he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and groan when your alarm goes off, his hands wandering idly over your curves in that sleepy, possessive way that makes it impossible to actually get out of bed.

​;; boyfriend!osamu treats feeding you like a love language. it’s not about the food; it’s the way he watches your lips wrap around the chopsticks when he gives you a test bite of a new filling, his thumb catching a stray grain of rice at the corner of your mouth before he sucks it off his own finger.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu has a low, raspy voice that gets even deeper when it’s just the two of you at 2:00 am. he’ll whisper things against your skin—promises of what he wants to do to you, or just how much he missed you during his shift—until your toes curl and you’re begging him to just shut up and kiss you.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu is incredibly sturdy. when you’re stressed, he picks you up, sits you on the kitchen counter, and stands between your knees, letting you vent while he massages your thighs with those big, capable hands that know exactly how much pressure to apply.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu used to leave his hoodies at your place on purpose before you two moved in together. he likes the idea of you drowning in his scent when he’s not there, but he likes it even more when you wear them in front of him with nothing underneath—a sight that usually results in him deciding that work can wait another twenty minutes.

;; boyfriend!osamu will lift you up mid-sentence, your legs naturally hooking around his waist, and he’ll just stare—his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching up your skirt or tugging at your shorts, his thumbs tracing circles so high up it makes your head swim.

;; boyfriend!osamu is a taster. he devours you. he likes to find the most sensitive spots on your neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking until he’s left a messy, dark bloom of color that screams you belong to him, hummed low in his throat when he feels you shiver against him.

;; boyfriend!osamu gets incredibly needy when he’s tired. he’ll crawl behind you while you’re doing the dishes, his heavy chest pressing into your back, and start tracing the line of your underwear with his index finger, whispering about how he’s been thinking about this specific view since he opened the shop at 5:00 am.

;; boyfriend!osamu knows exactly how to use those hands. they’re calloused and warm, and he loves to let them wander under your shirt while you’re watching a movie, his touch getting bolder and more rhythmic until you’re completely ignoring the screen, your eyes blown wide as he watches your reaction with a smug, heavy-lidded grin.

;; boyfriend!osamu likes to hear you. he’ll intentionally slow down, teasing you with just the tips of his fingers or soft, grazing licks, until you’re a shaking mess, whining his name. he won’t give you what you want until you say it clearly, his voice a rough, command-style growl in your ear: “tell ‘samu what ya need, darlin’. come on, let me hear that pretty voice.”

;; boyfriend!osamu is surprisingly filthy-mouthed behind closed doors. the laid-back man the world sees disappears the second he’s got you pinned to the mattress. he’ll describe, in vivid, low-toned detail, exactly how he’s going to take your ability to walk, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave ghostly marks the next morning.

;; boyfriend!osamu loves a quickie before he has to head back to work. he’ll trap you against the front door, his knee sliding between your legs to create a friction that has you gasping, his hands busy fumbling with your zipper while he swallows your moans, making sure you’re thoroughly ‘taken care of’ before he leaves you breathless and flushed.

;; boyfriend!osamu has zero shame about being caught looking. if you’re changing, he won’t look away; he’ll lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze traveling slowly from your ankles up to your eyes, his tongue poking out to dampen his lip in a way that makes your entire body heat up.

n: osamu come home, the kids miss you. this is honestly just for me, dedicated to me, from me.

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

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