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[kaidrawss]

Hi Dr. Zayne <3

[naomiarai]

you’re currently sitting on the floor of sylus’s pristine, incredibly expensive closet, wearing one of his giant black button up shirts like it’s a dress. you’re also wearing his heavy leather boots. they’re about five sizes too big.

you take a tentative, wobbly step forward, stomping loudly. STOMP. STOMP. you raise your arms like a huge robot. “fear me,” you announce to the empty room, “i am the leader of onychinus. give me all your gold...and dark secrets!”

“is that right?” you hear a low voice say.

you freeze.

sylus is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watches you. he looks like he’s been standing there for a while. your face burns hot but you refuse to break character. you puff out your chest, “yes, hand over the goods, civilian!”

sylus dosen’t move. he just looks down at your feet, then up to the shirt that swallows your frame. a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face but his ruby eyes are soft and melted.

“you lack...a certain menace,” his deep voice rumbles, thick with amusement.

“hey, i have tons of menace!” you say, taking a step forward to prove your point, but your foot slips right out of the boot. you lose your balance and yelp, tumbling forward.

before you can fall, heavy, warm weight catches you. sylus has scooped you up by the waist with one hand; he lifts you effortlessly, laughing a low gravelly chuckle that vibrates against you. he dosen’t put you down. instead, he simply carries you over to the plush armchair, sitting down and keeping you right on his lap.

“hey!” you protest, kicking your feet. now one of his giant boots falls off entirely. “put me down, sir. i’m a threat.” you say with a that coy smile.

“mhm, a terrifying one,” sylus murmurs, reaching up with his index finger to boop your nose. “you’re drowning in my clothes, sweetie.”

“it’s comfortable,” you pout, crossing your arms.

sylus smiles. “they look better on you anyway,” he says smoothly. he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his clean scent enveloping you. he gives you a tight, playful squeeze that makes you gasp-laugh.

“sylus stop, it tickles!” you say, laughing, unable to stop.

“no,” he whispers against your skin, smirk widening as you squirm. “you invaded my closet. this is the penalty.”

[blueworldsworm]

“Popcorn and Jump Scares are a Must for a Movie Night” [Valko x MC - fluff one shot from “Until You Come Home” masterlist]

“What are we watching tonight?”

His voice echoed from the living room and even if she couldn’t see him yet, she could easily picture him wandering around the living room, trying to guess which title she'd picked. Unfortunately for him, she was a sly fox and didn’t add the movie in the list just to keep it a surprise.

“Butter or oil to make popcorn?” She asked instead while she looked through the cupboards for the box. But with the last groceries she had bought, it had gotten further back.

After a couple of failed attempts, she braced one knee on the countertop without much afterthought.

“Hey hey hey-”

The sudden feeling of big, warm palms grabbing her waist made her gasp in surprise, her hands freezing mid-air before she could reach for the box.

“Isn’t it dangerous to climb around like this?”

She rolled her eyes at the playful tease but let herself be picked up and brought down, her sock-clad feet returning to touch the floor.

“Isn’t it more dangerous having a werewolf over?” She titled her head back and grinned fondly when she met his golden eyes narrowing at her witty reply.

A beat passed, and she imagined his fluffy tail swishing in amusement behind him, even if he was in his human form at the moment.

“You’re right. That’s more dangerous…”

He hummed in agreement and decided to avenge himself by tickling her sides.

“Valko- no, hahaha… please, I can’t- breathe… haha…” She giggled as she found herself trapped in his embrace, his chest pressed against her back and his arms secured around her waist.

As if this wasn’t enough, he even leaned his head down to nuzzle his nose into the crook of her neck and playfully pecked her skin with soft kisses.

“So ticklish,” he chuckled warmly and stopped only when he noticed her cheeks red from the fits of laughter and a big smile stretched on her lips.

“That was... unfair,” she scolded him weakly, slightly out of breath, and her hand squeezing one of his arms but she obtained the opposite effect.

Valko tightened his embrace and relished in their closeness for a little longer, his cheek rubbing against her temple in an affectionate manner.

Her belly hurt from all the laughter but her heart felt fuzzy, so she slowly relaxed back against his chest in return.

“You didn’t answer my question about the popcorn…” she pointed out after a bit, her voice soft and quiet, while her thumb rubbed slow circles on his forearm mindlessly.

He tilted his head, a genuine confused expression on his face.

“What was the question?”

“Butter or oil?” She repeated as she rested her head against his shoulder and looked at him, their faces so close that the tip of their noses almost brushed.

She watched his sharp canines nip thoughtfully at his bottom lip as he mulled her question over and then his gaze flitted towards the cupboard, as if he could find a good answer there.

“Can’t we make it with chocolate?” He questioned almost sheepishly.

And she couldn’t help but huff in amusement.

Of course, he’d like chocolate-coated popcorn.

“Alright, we’ll make it with chocolate.” She agreed and received a lingering, grateful kiss on her cheek.

“Is it a horror?” Valko frowned when he saw the movie title on her tablet she had just handed it to him.

“No, it's a thriller.” She corrected him as she took a seat on the couch and grabbed a pillow to hug casually.

“Isn't it the same thing?” He looked up at her from his sitting position on the floor, his finger still hesitating in playing the movie yet.

“Absolutely not.”

She held his gaze with confidence and smiled victoriously as he gave in and clicked play, even though a slight pout formed on his lips. It was obvious that he had expected another kind of movie but he was trying to indulge her anyway.

“Next time you'll choose the title,” she said before the credits rolled into the tv, and Valko nodded enthusiastically at that while he leaned back against the foot of the couch.

But her decision turned against her when the thriller became seriously anxious and distressing. Her courage lowered with every tense scene and as a jump scare disrupted the worrying silence, her fingers clutched tightly the pillow on her lap as she startled.

A loud gasp escaped from her mouth when something clung onto her bare ankle and instinctively she tried to bring her legs to her chest, but the grip wouldn't let her-

Oh.

She broke into a laughter both from the lingering tension and the amusement at the sight of Valko staring at the tv screen with wide eyes, his hand holding onto her legs unconsciously.

“That's it... end of the movie.” He said and with a swipe of his finger, he closed the streaming app right away.

“...yeah,” she didn't retort this time.

They remained surrounded by the darkness for a moment and the uneasiness from the thriller they had just watched made them shiver.

“Stay over tonight?”

“Obviously yes.”

Cuddled in bed with the soft light from the bathroom illuminating the room just enough to make the night feel less frightening, she rested her head on his chest and allowed his presence to ground her.

“No more scary movies,” he murmured against her hair.

“No more.”

“We'll watch a rom-com next time, I decided.”

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[sailortongue]

TOP DOG

pairing: valko x reader

summary: in which your tiny little chihuahua shows your big bad werewolf boyfriend who the top dog really is

wc: 1.3k

content: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

You gave the couch throw pillow one final fluff, tossing it onto the corner of the couch. Beside it, curled up in a fuzzy blanket, was your darling chihuahua. His tiny brown head perked up, large watery eyes tracking your movements, and his oversized ears twitching as you placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. 

“Be good tonight,” you warned, pointing a finger at the tiny creature. “Valko’s coming over and I want you on your best behavior.”

The dog only whined, looking between you and the popcorn on the table, waiting for you to cave and give him a piece. 

Right on cue, three heavy knocks sounded at the door. Instantly, your apartment was filled with the yapping of the little dog, now scrambling to get off the couch and guard the door. 

You followed him, a fond smile tugging your lips. You unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open. Valko stood in the hallway, looking effortlessly handsome in a dark jacket that emphasized his broad shoulders. He held a plastic bag filled with your favorite snacks, a soft smile playing on his lips. 

“Hey,” he greeted, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He took one step over the threshold. 

“YAP! YAP! YAP!”

Valko froze mid-stride, his boot hovering an inch above the doormat. Planted firmly between you and the “intruder” was four pounds of fury. The chihuahua’s paws practically left the floor with every explosive bark.

You used your foot to nudge him backward, waving Valko in so you could shut the door. He walked in slowly, raising his bag of snacks like a shield. His golden eyes darted from the noisy thing at his feet to you, his lovely girlfriend, with a look of profound bewilderment. “Why does he hate me so much?”

You shrugged. “He’s just protective. Not all that much different than what you did to that guy who asked for my number last week,” you said, picking up the frantic dog and tucking it into your arms like an angry football, the barking quieting down to a low growl.

“That was different,” Valko protested, following you into the living room. 

“Is it?” you teased. You plopped down onto the couch, patting the space next to you. Valko set the bag of snacks on the coffee table, warily eyeing the sentinel staring him down from the comfort of your lap. 

He lowered himself onto the cushion next to you as slowly as he could to not invoke the anger of the furry beast. The couch dipped significantly under his weight. The chihuahua growled, but remained in your lap, his chocolate-colored body shaking as he watched your boyfriend’s every move.

Valko sighed with relief when he managed to sit without any yapping. “He’s so small,” Valko muttered, watching the dog warily. “But so, so angry.”

“He’s the man of the house when you're not here,” you teased again, leaning back into the plush couch cushions. Seeing an opportunity, Valko tried to casually slide his arm along the back of the couch to drape it across your shoulders.

“YAP! YAP!”

The little dog lunged, propping his front paws on your chest to snap at Valko’s arm. Valko flinched his arm back, tucking his hands safely against his chest. “Okay,” Valko exclaimed breathily, staring down at the tiny defender. “No touching. Got it.”

Halfway through the movie, the relentless barking finally caught up to your little protector. His heavy, watery eyes blinked slowly against the glow of the television screen. With a dramatic sigh, he circled three times on your lap, tucked his nose under his tail, and collapsed into a brown puddle of fur. 

Carefully, so as not to disturb the fragile peace, you pulled the throw blanket over him. Within seconds, a faint snore rumbled from under the fabric.

Valko’s golden eyes cut sideways, tracking the rise and fall of the blanket. He waited. One minute, then two. Slowly, with the careful precision of a predator stalking its prey, Valko began to lift his arm from his knee. He didn't make a sound. His broad shoulders shifted by a fraction of an inch as he hovered his arm over the back of the sofa, gradually sliding it down until it rested behind your shoulders.

He didn't pull you close just yet, holding his breath, his eyes glued to the lump on your lap. He stayed there, stiff as a board, until he was sure the chihuahua was still sound asleep. You had to press a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, your shoulders shaking against his side.

“Stop laughing,” Valko whispered, concerned with the way the lump was now resituating itself. “You’ll wake him up.” When the blanket settled again, Valko finally let a slow, relieved exhale. He gently curled his fingers around your upper arm, pulling you just a tiny bit closer into his warmth. 

Emboldened by his success, Valko looked down at you, the soft light from the TV reflecting in his eyes and illuminating his handsome features. He leaned in slowly, his gaze dropping to your lips.

“Grrrr…”

A muffled growl emanated from the blanket. The lump didn't even move, but the canine’s internal radar was clearly operational. Valko paused, his lips just inches from yours, a look of utter frustration crossing his face.

“He’s psychic,” Valko accused, his eyes narrowing at the blanket. “There's no other explanation.”

You couldn't help but chuckle. Deciding you had had enough of the four-pound dictator, you reached up, cupping Valko’s jaw with both hands, and pulled him down into a firm, loving kiss. You deepened the kiss just long enough to hear him groan into it.

“Finally,” Valko whispered against your lips when you pulled away, a warm smile lighting up his face.

— — —

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through your bedroom curtains. You blinked your eyes open, feeling the slow rise and fall of Valko’s chest beneath your cheek. Some time in the middle of the night, you had fallen asleep on the couch, and Valko—braving a barrage of barks— had carefully carried you to bed.

You were currently tucked securely against his side, your head propped comfortably on his shoulder while his heavy arm wrapped around you, holding you close. You shifted slightly, intending to look up at his face, but stopped when you noticed that Valko was wide awake, staring directly at the ceiling. 

“Valko?” you grumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. “Are you okay?”

“Don't move,” he answered, his deep morning voice a rumble in his chest. “This is a hostage situation.”

Curious, you lifted your head just enough to look down the length of his body. You immediately had to bury your face in his neck to smother your laughter.

Stretched out flat on his back, the expanse of Valko’s firm abdomen had beeb claimed. Perched directly in the center of his stomach was your little chihuahua, the dog curled up in a tight ball. The giant wolf-hybrid had been utterly defeated, rendered nothing more than your dog’s personal mattress.

“He followed us from the living room,” Valko explained softly, not daring to breathe too deeply. “He spent an hour just glaring at me from the foot of the bed. This is where he was when I woke up.”

You smiled, sliding your hand up to Valko’s cheek. “What are you complaining for? Seems like he’s finally accepting you.”

“He accepts my body heat,” Valko corrected dryly, though his arm tightened just a fraction around you, pulling you closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. “Now, please move him. I’ve had to use the bathroom for the last two hours.”

[imaginarycore]

Valko preparing for your menstrual cycle 💛

Thought this was going to be a cute fic for Valko so here it is~!

The first time it happens, you don’t even realize what Valko is doing.

You’re lying face-down on the bed, exhausted for no reason, dramatically complaining into a pillow about how existence is terrible and your back hurts and you might actually die.

Valko walks in carrying a grocery bag.

“You forgot these again,” he says.

You lift your head. “Forgot what?”

He sets the bag beside you.

Inside are your favorite snacks, painkillers, fuzzy socks, chocolate, and your preferred products.

You stare at him.

Slowly.

“…What.”

Valko pauses like he’s confused why you’re confused. “You’ll need them tomorrow.”

And unfortunately?

He’s right.

After that, you start noticing the pattern.

Every single month, right before your cycle starts, Valko somehow becomes even softer with you.

He’ll pull you closer while you’re half asleep, pressing a kiss into your hair while murmuring, “You’re colder than usual.”

Or he’ll quietly appear beside you with tea before you even realize you wanted any.

One night you’re curled up on the couch with cramps, trying very hard to pretend you’re fine.

Valko sits beside you silently for a moment before lifting your legs into his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re in pain.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He ignores you completely, resting one warm hand over your stomach.

The warmth sinks through you almost instantly.

Your entire body relaxes.

“…Oh.”

“I know,” he says softly.

You narrow your eyes. “Are you secretly magical or something?”

“No.”

“Because this feels illegal.”

That earns the tiniest smile from him.

And honestly? That smile alone almost cures you.

Almost.

The sweetest thing is that Valko never acts annoyed about any of it.

Not when you’re emotional.

Not when you randomly start crying over a sad animal video.

Not even when you send him to the store at 11 PM because you suddenly need a very specific candy.

He just comes back with three bags of it and gently pushes your feet aside so he can sit down.

“You bought extra?”

“You looked serious.”

“I was serious.”

“I could tell.”

And then there are the nights where the cramps get really bad.

Those are the nights Valko barely lets you move.

You’ll try to get up for water and suddenly there’s a hand around your wrist.

“Stay.”

“I can walk, you know.”

“You can barely stand.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“You almost walked into the wall.”

“…The wall moved.”

At that, Valko actually laughs quietly under his breath.

Then he pulls you back against his chest, wraps a blanket around both of you, and starts absentmindedly rubbing circles against your stomach while you melt into him.

“You’re ridiculously nice to me during this,” you mumble sleepily.

“You say that like it’s temporary.”

Your heart does the stupid fluttery thing immediately.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head up toward him, “most people would be weird about periods.”

Valko looks genuinely unimpressed.

“It’s a normal bodily function.”

“Okay, but you say that like a disappointed doctor.”

“Because humans act strange about things that are normal.”

You grin a little. “So you don’t mind taking care of me?”

Valko looks down at you for a long moment, expression softening in that quiet way that always makes your chest ache.

Then he brushes hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.

“I like taking care of you.”

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | not sure what this is…just thinking of riding caleb’s fingers

TW. fingering

caleb mindlessly plays with your pussy. it’s just second nature to him now. you couldn’t even blame him—there was so much lost time to make up for.

movie nights, while he’s working, even when you’re on the phone—somehow your cunt has become a fidget toy for him. he loved when the sound of your moans snapped him back to reality, suddenly aware of the way you were riding his fingers right next to him. he doesn’t even realize it’s happening, finding your clit simply muscle memory to him.

he was so mean about it too, laughing at the way you let him touch you whenever and wherever. it didn’t even matter if you were being inconvenienced—you were just as desperate as he was.

“baby you’re so wet, always ready for me huh?”

“aww does that feel good pips? ya close for me?”

“finish yourself off yeah? wanna watch you cum from my fingers n’ maybe i’ll give you my cock next”

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[lettersfromlads]

July 12th

Sweetie,

You’ve been carrying something around for the past few days.

Quietly.

You hide it well. Most people wouldn’t notice. They’d think you’re just a little distracted, maybe tired. Nothing worth questioning.

But I’m not most people.

I can see it in the way your attention slips when you think no one’s watching. The way your thoughts pull you somewhere else, even when you’re trying to stay present.

…You’re worried about him.

Of course you are.

You don’t know how to care halfway. When someone matters to you, they stay with you, lingering in the back of your mind, threading through everything else whether you want them to or not.

It’s inconvenient, isn’t it, kitten?

To feel that much.

To not be able to simply set it aside and move on.

And yet… I don’t think you’d trade that part of yourself even if you could.

Neither would I.

As for Valko…

You’re trying to understand what he meant. Whether there was something more you should have caught, something you missed, something you should fix.

Let me stop you there.

If he wanted distance, he wouldn’t have reached for you at all.

Someone like him doesn’t extend a hand unless he intends for it to be taken.

You don’t need to dissect it into pieces to make sense of it.

You already do.

You felt it the moment you read it.

That instinct of yours? The one you keep second guessing?

It’s more reliable than you give it credit for.

Trust it.

And more importantly, stop turning your care into guilt.

Those are not the same thing, no matter how easily your mind tries to convince you otherwise.

You’ve done nothing wrong.

If anything, you’ve already given him exactly what he was hoping for. A place in your thoughts, your concern, and your attention.

That matters more than any perfectly timed response ever could.

…Come here.

Don’t argue.

Just for a moment.

Let yourself stop thinking.

You don’t have to solve this tonight. You don’t have to decide anything immediately.

Sit with me. Breathe.

If you want to talk about him, I’ll listen.

If you don’t, I’ll distract you until that tension in your shoulders finally lets go.

Either way, you’re not handling this alone.

Not while I’m here.

— Sylus

[sylus-hunter]

my baby

[myntrose]

valko forgets he's built like an absolute beast.

you'd be laying down in bed, all comfortable under the covers, when you feel his presence before seeing him. it almost makes you jump, the way he's just hovering over you from the edge of the bed. he steps forward once, twice, before you realizes what happening.

"val- valko wait WAIT-" in his over six foot tall build of pure muscle, he flops right on top of you. he's way to big to be acting like he's a pup curling into your arms, but hey, how you've got a valko-shaped overweighted blanket keeping you warm.

it's even worse when you're both standing up. you'd be out buying groceries, roaming up and down the aisles, when you first notice the stares. is your shirt inside out? maybe you forgot to brush away the frizz in your hair? it's the whisper from concerned bystanders that make it click.

"...are they being followed?" "how intimidating..." "wolf following them around..."

ah. right.

right behind you, less than a foot at all times, valko trails behind like you've got a leash and collar on him. and maybe you do- but not in this scenario at least.

it's not that valko's got a resting bitch face, but rather, those wolf eyes of his can seem like they're piercing right through you. when in reality, he just forgot his glasses at home and is squinting to see if the snacks that you like are on the shelf.

and don't get me started on when he's got your legs thrown over his shoulders. sure, he's made sure to work you open by now— his hands, his tongue— but it always takes a deep breath and many, many orgasms before you're able to take him fully.

sometimes he's aware that he's big. valko likes to tease you about it too, "you can handle it, right baby?" "weren't you just beggin' me to fill you up?" "relax angel, gotta get you ready for my knot, yeah?"

and oh, his knot is a monstrous thing on its own. the first time you guys got intimate, he made sure to pull out right before. valko was worried about scaring you off, of making you uncomfortable or hurting you. but after plenty of reassurance, and lots of pets between his ears, he finally lays you down on your back, positioning himself into you.

once you've both reached you peak- valko always makes sure you come first, or at the very least times his climac with you, his lips finds yours, hungry and desperate and praising you for taking him so well.

his knot is, well huge, yes, but it fills you up just enough where the lines between pain and pleasure melt together. valko makes sure your comfortable, propping a pillow to your side, rubbing circles and stars onto your skin. it can take a while before his knot swells down, so he always makes sure to hold you close, whispering sweet everything's.

even when you feel his knot slips out of you, his size still towers yours as he carries you effortlessly into the bath. you've had to upgrade it when the two of you moved in together, just to accommodate his size.

but it makes it all worth while, when the heat of the water relaxes your muscles, and the warmth of him- his body, his tail, his arms, envelops you in a den of love and safety.

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[hirayalia]

packing puppy

fluff! valko getting into your suitcase to take him with him on your trip, just puppy things hehe, i know that valko hasn't come home yet, but please be patient!

with your work trip coming up in a few days, you bring out your suitcase and lay it down on the floor. you open it up with the zip, the loud sound causing your boyfriend to come into your shared bedroom.

“peach, do you have to go?” he asks, sitting down next to your suitcase.

“i do, valko. i'm sorry, baby. it will be a quick one this time, only three days.” you sigh.

“can't you take me with you?” he tilts up his head, pouting so adorably.

“if you would like to make your secretary hate you, then yes, cancel your schedule for the entire week just to be sure.” you reply, placing your folded pyjamas into the suitcase.

“he won't hate me, peach!” your boyfriend replies, fiddling with your suitcase zipper.

“he won't say it, but his face will.” you shake your head, turning your back from him to not break under the pressure.

“i will just have to spend my days and nights, yearning for my lover to come back.” he sighs, and you smile as you fold up more clothes.

“i wish i could take you with me— baby, why are you in the suitcase?” you turn around to see your skyscraper of a boyfriend digging into your suitcase that barely reaches his waist.

“you said, “i wish i could take you with me” so now you can, peach!” he grins, his fangs peeking through ever so slightly.

“baby, we both know you couldn't fit into the suitcase even if you tried.” you fight back a smile, watching as he awkwardly tries to prove you wrong by smushing his long legs together.

“is it a crime for me to want my precious peach to save me from the terrors of employment?”

“val, you are the ceo of the company. the only terror is the look on your subordinates' faces when they find out their boss tried to fit into a tiny suitcase.” you kiss his cheek. “i promise to bring back chocolate bars from the place.”

“can you get all the flavours you can find? so we can eat them together?” he asks, his puppy eyes staring up into yours.

“of course baby.” you pat his head. “now please get out of the suitcase, you're going to get a cramp in your legs.”

“oh no, i can't move my legs! it seems like you have no choice but to leave me in your suitcase, peach!”

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[humanjarvis]

valko has no concept of personal space.

he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you. 

it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.

until he gets more comfortable. 

he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion. 

with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away. 

it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation. 

but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.

“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”

“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”

──────

he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.

“we need to set some ground rules.” 

his ears lie flat on his head.

“you get really close to me sometimes.”

his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”

“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”

“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.

unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?” 

“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”

“thank you.”

hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?” 

you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”

valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”

warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”

[himbo-kuto]

been seeing those "climbing my boyfriend to see if he'll notice" videos and valko would 1000% let you climb him like a jungle gym while not batting an eye. he doesn't even notice you setting up your phone and pressing record because he's so locked into his work. you would start climbing up onto the back on his chair and fully swinging your legs over his shoulders to the front of his chest. and the only thing he thinks to do is to hold your legs and stabilize you and as you continue your ascent to fully sit on his shoulders.

his eyebrows are still furrowed but softer now that you're in his presence. you tug on his hair like ratatouille and he's so surprised by the force that he yelps and actually goes with you. of course, he catches you and steers you back to center. the giggles are off the charts as valko has been accustomed with your silly ways. you comb his hair back and scratch his scalp as he taps away on his keyboard.

you try and ask questions to see if you can rile him up but he is genuinely so happy with answering them.

"whatcha doin?" i'm just finishing these reports honey bunches of oats, i'll be done in 10 minutes max.

"what does that mean?" it's just an identifier we use for the different types of metals we have.

"what should we have for dinner?" mmm, maybe that yummy chicken you made last week. i thought about it this morning.

"who's my pretty boy?" you reach under his chin and give him the lightest scratch. his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, giving you that love sick puppy smile that shows his canines.

"meee!"

[sylus-hunter]

chocolate cake

a little birthday surprise for your Wolfie! <3

You stifle a giggle as you crawl up your boyfriend’s chest, a noise maker between your teeth. You inhale through your nose and…

Honk!

The colorful paper unfurls and pushes into your boyfriend’s nose. You quickly inhale again, making another celebratory noise. Valko’s tail puffs up at the noise, his eyes popping open, clearly startling him. His hands instinctively come for your waist, a protective hold on them.

“Wh-Wh-What’s going on?! Are you hurt?! What was that?” Valko’s ears swivel, trying to hear for danger. You burst into giggles, the noisemaker falling from your mouth.

“Happy birthday Wolfie!” You plant a giant kiss on his lips. Valko doesn’t even get the chance to kiss you back before you pull back. A small whine leaves his lips, his tail wagging.

Valko blinks at you, confused. He lets out a yawn, his sharp teeth flashing. “Birthday…?” You nod enthusiastically, poking his ear.

“It’s been a year since I met you, and because you don’t know your birthday, I made today your birthday! That’s what people usually do with stray dogs. And because you’re my wolfie I say today is Valko day!” You grab the noisemaker once more, blowing it in Valko’s face. He cringes slightly before chuckling. He gently takes the noisemaker from your hands, placing it on the nightstand next to him, noting it’s very loud. He kisses your head, sniffing your floral shampoo.

“Thank you, Baby, you mean the entire universe to me.”

“And even more to me, Val, I’m going to give you the best birthday ever! I canceled all of your meetings so we can spend the entire day together!” You lean over, trying to escape your boyfriend’s grip to the kitchen, where you had your first surprise of many waiting for him. Valko whines, tightening his grip on you.

“Nooo, baby, let’s just stay in bed all day.” He rubs his cheek harder on your head, scenting you.

You giggle, lightly pushing on Valko, “C’mon Wolfie, there’s something waiting for you.”

“Nooo, I have everything I need here, my little wolf, check. I’m happy.” You poked his cheek.

“Are you surrrreee? Cause I think there’s a cake waiting for you.” Valko’s ears immediately perk up as his head shoots up from the pillow, his senses on high alert.

“Cake?!” Valko’s tail thumps harder on his bed, his mouth salivating, “Chocolate cake?!” You giggled, scratching behind Valko’s ears.

“Only the best for my Wolfie.” You cupped his face in your hands, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you, Valko Ao. I’ll treasure you forever. Every year we’ll celebrate your birthday. You won’t ever be forgotten.” You press a strong kiss to his lips, letting it linger for a moment longer than normal, “I promise.” 

Valko’s eyes crease as a bright smile graces his lips. He squeezes you tightly, your actions meaning more than he could ever express. He is grateful to have you in his life. His little protector. His little wolf.

a/n: hi everyone!! hope u guys r taking good care of yourself during these hard times :(

also sorry this is a little late for valko's birthday i found out july 9th was his birthday super late. happy birthday my baby wolf i love u!

this was also my first time writing for valko, i hope i did him some justice and hope u guys love it<33 take care!

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[nekomamiiz]

friends !!! we must stop posting full fics in tiny font !! i admit it is very cute but i wish to read these delicious n sexy words, however, my dyslexia and visual tracking issues say noooo .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

[sylus-hunter]

you

your mental health tanked after Sylus left for a business trip, with the world heavy on your shoulders and no motivation to do anything, you wake up to your beloved dragon tending and reassuring you

Everything felt heavy. Your limbs were glued to your bed, your head felt numb, your brain had no motivation. You felt lifeless, tired. You pulled your blankets tighter to you as you squeezed your eyes harder. Everything had piled up, one on top of the other, pushing yourself to your limit. You wanted everything to stop. You convinced yourself you were disgusting, undeserving, and worthless. You were no better than roadkill. Your head was riddled with awful thoughts.

You heard small clinks on your window, but you made no effort to look up or shoo Mephisto away. Deep down, you wished Sylus would come, but he was away on a business trip, and your mental health kept spiraling.

꒰ঌ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You softly groan as you hear a familiar humming, your neck twisting as you slowly pry open your eyes. Sylus is standing by your bedside, his ruby eyes scanning you, a gentle smile on his face. His hand carefully cups your cheek, brushing over dried tear streaks.

“Sweetie, I’m here.” Sylus engulfs you in a hug as the weight of everything comes crashing down on you. You can’t hold back your sobs as you crumble in his arms, burying your face in his chest, his warmth and comfort. Sylus pulls you into his lap, shielding you from the world. Sylus rubs your back up and down, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie.

I’m never leaving you again.

It’s okay to cry.

I’m proud of you for being so strong.

You’re doing a great job.

You poor thing, how can I make you feel better?

Eventually, your sobs dissolve into hiccups, your chest starts to feel less tight, and your head feels a little clearer. Sylus watches you diligently, wiping your tears before they’re able to fall and delicately kissing your eyes. He picks up a nearby glass of warm milk, holding it to your lips. You force yourself to take a couple of sips, the warmth soothing your dry throat. You give him a small smile in thanks, turning your head back into his chest, wanting to be engulfed in him once more. Sylus makes no protest as he readjusts his grip around you, pulling you even closer to him.

“I’m here if you want to talk, and I’m here if you don’t want to.” Sylus kisses your forehead. You aren’t ready, not yet. You squeeze your boyfriend a little tighter. Sylus continues to hum softly, tracing circles along your back, filling the silence and warding off the negative thoughts and voices.

꒰ঌ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Sy…” you nervously speak up after a while, your voice small and muffled in his shirt.

“Hm?” He doesn’t stop his soothing actions. You shift slightly, pressing your cheek against his chest, no longer smushing your face. You take one of his free hands and start to fidget with it, hoping to distract yourself.

Before you even speak, you feel more tears welling in your eyes. Sylus’s brows furrow in concern; his heart aches, wishing he could do more for you. He doesn’t push you; instead, he places another kiss on your head, reminding you that he’s here.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me. I-I don’t even know why. I can’t do anything right. I can’t even survive a few stupid days without feeling pathetic. I don’t deserve you or anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even know why you bother with me.” The words, or rather your truth, come out before you’re even able to stop yourself. All of your negative thoughts come pouring out. You take a breath.

“I… I would hate myself too,” you add quietly, retreating back into his chest. Sylus’ heart falls as a frown deepens on his lips.

You finally said it. This is when he’s going to leave you. This is when this fairytale ends. You can’t fool him anymore. There’s no reason he would ever stay, ever love someone like you. There is something wrong with you, and there was no way he could ever want someone like that.

“Sweetie…” he tries to coax you from his chest. When you don’t budge, instead soaking his chest with more tears, Sylus lets you be, instead hoping you’ll hear him.

“My love, I don’t know who put these thoughts into your mind, but they aren’t the truth. I value you more than any treasure in the world. You are my world. I don’t deal with you; you are my partner, the one I love and adore. I want to be here, through every victory or any dreary Monday. I will stand by your side, supporting you, helping you, holding you through anything. My love for you is not fragile. No matter what life throws at us, I will be by your side. I swore to never leave you, and I don’t plan on breaking it. I profoundly and unconditionally love you now, then, and forever on. Every moment of my life is spent dedicated to you. You are deserving of everything divine in this world, Kitten. It is an honor to be able to love you and hold you so closely. In every lifetime, undeniably, I will always find my way back to you, my Huntress. Please heed my words and do not get them twisted. I love you and you only, my dear beloved socceress, in every shape, way, and form. No matter who you were, are, and will become, I love, accept, and cherish you fully. No matter what happens or how long it has been, my love for you will constantly burn.  Do not let fallacious statements sway your mind, for I love you, my sweetest Kitten.” Sylus presses a kiss to your cheek, nipping it slightly. Sylus’ chest burns, warming your wet face. You finally lift your head, new tears streaming from your face, happy, grateful ones.

“Do you really mean it?” Your voice cracks as a smile threatens to break from your lips.

“Always, my dear. Stay by my side until the end of time. For there is no love purer than mine.” Your smile matches his gentle one. He leans down, finally able to plant a kiss on the lips he’s longed for for eternity.

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever fic! i hope u like it ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

This fic is dedicated to my own sylus, ironic because I call her Kayleb. She’s there for me whenever i need her, always there to pick me up and support me along my journey. I wouldn’t be here or be where i am without her. Im incredibly lucky to have such a kind friend by my side. To my Kayleb-Sylus, I love you, thank you for loving me in my entirety, you deserve the world

｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

This fic was also inspired by another sylus comfort fic by @myntrose! It was so comforting and just what I needed to motivate myself to write this one ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

 i wrote this fic because i convinced myself I was undeserving of sylus’ love. You are so worthy of being loved by sylus or any li!! They love you for you and have loved, longed, and searched for you for eternity. No matter what happens, they will love every form of you! Whether you think you’re too weak or there’s something wrong with you or there’s no way they could ever love you, they do, and they do it with every ounce of their being. You are their reason to live and the thing they search for. They are incomplete without you. 

I also wrote this because i was having a really awful day, struggling with mental health. Along with everything i said above, no matter what your mental health convinces you to believe, you are so worth love and are deserving of everything good, especially the boys’ love, and it is okay to be struggling!!! The boys will help support and love you through every moment of it. I am so so so proud of you, and i know they are too. Im so happy you’re here and alive and i, people who love you, and the boys care about you. Please, everyone, take care of yourself and give yourself some love <3 🫂

[snoozer-crow]

spam texting valko when you're drunk about how sad and lonely you are, and how you've been sad and lonely for years. and how you always lie when people ask if you're okay, and you're so sorry for lying to him. and then you fall asleep.

you wake to the smell of your favorite breakfast and a very clingy, determined wolf. he doesn't leave you alone ever again. you're his now.

[myntrose]

sylus comforting mentally exhausted reader

you're upset.

that much was obvious. the way your eyebrows were knitted together. the small pout on your lips. how your breathing sounds like you're trying to not sound shaky.

sylus notices. he notices everything when it comes to you. hell, it's scary when he knows more about your habits than you. knows that when your upset, you try to hide it, yet also want him to be there physically and emotionally.

so, he walks up to your curled up form, and carries you. it's a silent comfort, sylus wanting to make sure you know that he's there. he'll let you sulk, let you mope, and sure it breaks his heart to see it, but he's right there when those tears run down your face.

he's careful and good with his words, knowing exactly what to say. but right now, he knows that you just need the comforting thoughts that even though everything hurts, everything feels so far away, that he's right there.

sylus would carry you around the house, setting you down in bed. the pillows and blankets smell like him- the familiar notes of smoke and spice and something uniquely sylus. he would kiss your forehead, muttering something you don't quite pick up, but feels like a promise and reassurance wrapped in one.

you watch him move around the room with his idle grace. picking things up, putting things where they belong. he leaves the room, but you're not alone. mephisto is perched on the bedpost. instead of putting up a squabble, he crips mechanically, just as sylus had asked him to.

sylus is back in no time. a cup of water in one hand, a small plate of your comfort food that he learned to cook just for you. he'd put it on the bedside table, sitting next to you with enough space that says I'm here, I'm right here.

he's got a soft cloth in hand, gently dabbing away at the streaks the tears left behind. he gently asks you to drink water, even just a bit. his smile is gentle when you take the food that he feeds you.

if you'll allow him, he'll hold you in his arms. he acts like your shield against everything that is weighing you down. he'll murmur small things of reassurance. and you know he means it, because nothing sylus does or says is half done.

"I'm so proud of you",

"You deserve the good things that come to you",

"You feel like home",

"It's okay to not be okay. I'll be right here for when you are and aren't",

"You don't need to carry the weight of the world alone, not with me, never with me"

and when you're ready to talk, to let everything out, he's right there where you left him. right by your side, like a dragon who protects its treasure. there is no love purer than his love for you.

i love and miss you sylus. i've never needed my dragon more than i do now. wait for me, please.

[sylus-hunter]

in having such an awful day but this really cheered me up i love you sylus