The sight above you is quite… unbelievable. Though, you’re a little too lost in pleasure to really admire how they look. The black leather of Zayne’s belt stands out boldly in contrast to Valko’s warm skin.
The make shift collar should be restricting, suffocating even. But Valko only seems fueled by the feeling of being under the doctor’s strict control. “Remind me…?”
It wasn’t smart, it was genuine. You could see by the look in his golden eyes. Your fingers dig into your palms, aching to hold his face, but his hands are pinning your wrists down to the mattress.
A sharp click of Zayne’s tongue sends a whole new wave of heat through your body, whimpering as Valko’s hips stutter in their pace.
The very pace that Zayne so thoroughly instructed him on, slow yet steady. Not slow enough to hurt, given his girth, the stretch was enough to have your teeth clenching if he thrusted too leisurely.
“No marking her, dog. Your teeth stay here.” You watch Zayne’s free hand come around to grab Valko’s chin, one finger hooking in his cheek and pulling. Revealing the sharp canines that are all too eager to bestow you with the fated bond mark.
To make you his mate, to drive Zayne absolutely wild and make you Valko’s one and only.
“Got it this time?” Zayne releases his cheek with a slick pop, his other hand still gripping the makeshift belt-collar with a white knuckle grip.
“Y-yeah, doc.”
“Good dog.”
The pleasure between your thighs is steadily building, every sinful drag of Valko’s cock as your head reeling. “You still with us, princess?” He’s panting, pupils blown wide and nose visibly twitching as he inhales every bit of your intoxicating scent.
“You’re being such a good girl for us, my love.” Zayne adds behind him, peering over the broad expanse of Valko’s frame to smile down at you. The rosy hues covering his cheekbones as you clenching.
“Oh shit…!” Valko shudders, head falling forward but getting restricted by Zayne’s grip. The sound is a choked gasp, nearly a gurgle as his cock pulses between your fluttering walls. “D-don’t… you can’t look at her like th-that it makes her all tight…”
“Keep moving, dog. Don’t let her lose her orgasm.”
Zayne’s knee comes up, pressing into the muscles of Valko’s ass and forcing him to bottom out into you. The guttural sounds that escape both of you has his cock standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum as Valko audibly pants and tugs at the collar.
Without clear instruction, Valko begins taking the reins with slight hesitation. “Val, please…” you manage to gasp out, eyes watering as you struggle against the death grip on your wrists.
That alone seems to be enough, though you’d wager that Zayne’s silence is all the confirmation the wolf needs before truly pouncing.
Valko’s hips drive into you with new vigor, still mildly held back by Zayne’s grip, but still. Your breasts bounce embarrassingly hard, your eyes screwing shut as you’re unable to swallow any of the noises slipping past your slackening jaw. “Atta boy, fuck her good.”
Zayne’s words send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm unexpectedly slams into you. Stars explode through your vision, so lost in the moment that you barely register the painful swelling between your spread thighs.
By the time Zayne processes what is happening, it’s already too late. He yanks the collar, whipping Valko’s head back until it hits his shoulder. “What are you doing?” There is an icy edge to his tone, one that mildly sobers you up. Valko, however, looks blissed out.
“You said no marking, but you didn’t say I couldn’t knot her, doc.”
I hope this doesn’t suck… I hope I actually cooked… I’ll tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in the comments :3 - Soul
You Catch Valko & Zayne Secretly Eat TWO Whole Chocolate Cake 💖
Fluff. Warning—might be OOC. Credit images by @rinierin7 on X, proof credit to Ro (I stand by what I said that this is the best you do!) 💖
It’s 3 in the morning, and the deep sleep you were finally enjoying is rudely interrupted. You blink in the dark room, heavy eye and groggy, trying to pinpoint what exactly pulled you out of your dreams.
Then you hear it—a hushed and frantic whisper. Then the sharp clatter of a metal fork against a ceramic plate.
You drag yourself out of bed, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, and shuffle down the hallway. The kitchen light is on, casting a warm glow onto the floorboards.
You step into the doorway, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. "What.. are you two doing?"
Both Valko and Zayne freeze instantly.
Sitting at the kitchen island are two premium bakery boxes, their lids flung wide open. Valko has a massive forkful of double-fudge cake hovering halfway to his mouth. Zayne’s cheeks are visibly puffed out, a smear of dark chocolate frosting at the corner of his usually pristine lips.
They look at you like deer caught in headlights, their mouths completely full and their eyes wide with absolutely unapologetic guilt. (How dare they??)
You peer past them at the boxes. Crumbs, a smear of chocolate buttercream on the cardboard, and nothing else.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter, rubbing your temples. "You ate two WHOLE double-fudge cakes. Between the two of you. At three in the morning."
Valko quickly swallows, looking at the empty boxes and then back at you. "So... funny story—" he starts, but his voice abruptly cuts off. He winces, a hand flying up to firmly clutch the side of his jaw. "Ouch. Okay. Talking is a bad idea."
Next to him, Zayne finally swallows his bite, but his stoic expression instantly crumples. He reaches for a glass of ice water on the counter, pressing it aggressively against his right cheek, his Evol cooling the water until almost freezing.
"Valko ate a cake and a half," Zayne grumbles, his voice muffled by the glass. "I merely had my share. Which was half a cake."
"You matched me bite for bite until the sugar hit, don't lie," Valko groans. He leans his elbows on the counter and gives you this wide, incredibly pathetic look. His eyes are doing that sad, pleading puppy-dog thing that he knows always works on you. "Don't be mad. The craving was a monster. We had to slay it."
"And now your teeth are staging a rebellion," you sigh.
Zayne lowers the glass slightly. He looks exhausted, his usual collected demeanor hijacked by a massive sugar hangover and a throbbing toothache. He looks up at you, his eyes softening into a silent, miserable plea for mercy. "It was... exceptionally rich," he admits quietly. "I may have miscalculated my tolerance."
You look between them. Two capable, grown men, completely taken out by cakes in the middle of the night. You want to yell at them for the ridiculous sugar intake, for waking you up, and for not saving you a single bite, but the misery on their faces are too funny to stay mad at.
You let out a long, defeated breath. "Don't move."
You go to the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, returning a minute later with mefenamat tabs and two mugs of warm saltwater.
"Sit up," you order Valko, nudging his shoulder. You hand him a mug and a pill. "Wash your mouth with this first, then take the meds. It'll help the throbbing. Zayne, here."
Zayne takes the mug with his free hand, looking at you with quiet gratitude. "Thank you. I'm sorry we woke you. And that we didn't save you any."
"Yeah, yeah. Save it," you say, a small smirk slipping out as you lean against the counter. You watch them nurse their jaws, waiting for the exact right moment to drop the bomb.
"So," you start, your tone dangerously sweet. "Since this is obviously an emergency... I’ll go ahead and call Dr. Milton. I’m sure he can squeeze both of you in for an emergency root canal first thing in the morning."
The reaction is instantaneous.
Valko chokes on his saltwater, coughing as he scrambles to sit up straight, his puppy-dog eyes vanishing into panic. "Wait, no! It's not that bad! Barely a twinge, really!"
Zayne freezes, the glass of water halting halfway to his mouth. The color drains slightly from his already pale face. "A dentist is unnecessary," he says quickly, trying to regain his composure despite the obvious flinch when he speaks too fast. "The pain is already subsiding. See? Good as new."
"Are you sure?" you ask innocently, pulling out your phone and tapping the blank screen. "Because a second ago it looked like you were dying. I think we need some drills and needles just to be safe."
Valko reaches out and gently, but frantically, covers your phone screen with his large hand. "I promise, no more midnight cakes. Just... put the phone away."
Zayne nods in solemn agreement, looking at you like you're holding a weapon of mass destruction. "We have learned our lesson. No drills."
You finally let the laugh bubble up from your chest, setting the phone down on the counter. "Alright, alright. No dentist. But you're both making me breakfast tomorrow. Something savory."
Valko sigh in relief. He steps forward and rests his chin heavily on top of your head, wrapping his large arms around you in a warm hug. "Deal," he mumbles affectionately into your hair. "Whatever you want. You're the best."
Zayne sets his empty mug down and steps closer, gently tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders so it doesn't slip. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, though he still wince slightly at the movement. "We are sorry we woke you," he murmurs, his voice returning to its usual low and soothing cadence. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Before you can even take a step, Valko simply scoops you up into his arms, careful not to touch his aching jaw. Zayne leads the way back to the bedroom, turning off the kitchen light behind them.
Ten minutes later, you're tucked safely under the covers, sandwiched between two large, very guilty men. With Valko's steady warmth at your back and Zayne's hand gently holding yours in the dark, you decide that missing out on the chocolate cake wasn't such a tragedy after all.
The next 2 days.👆 You can’t get angry though. Just look at their face! 🥹
Sylus, Valko, Zayne poly period drabble for my own comfort
Your period is hitting you harder now than it has in the past. Cramps that twist your innards, headaches that thrum, the pit of desire willing you to rot away in bed all day, and now a cresting wave of nausea that comes and goes as it pleases with no warning.
You feel like shit. You hate the world right now. You want to do literally anything other than wither under your blankets, curled around a heatpad and your phone's too-bright screen, but you feel like too much ass to try. You just know the slightest minor inconvenience will set you off.
Even your boyfriends not being here is getting to you. Like an annoying little fly, the fact they're so far away nags at you. Buzzing in your ear, landing on your skin only to fly away before you can squash it. Zayne is at work, Valko is at work, Sylus is at work - all of them leaving you alone to suffer.
Just thinking about it brings a burning sting to your eyes. It's not their fault. Zayne was darling enough to set up your heatpad and provide you medicine before you could think to request them, but he had a schedule full of surgeries he couldn't avoid. Valko snagged your favorite blankets to cover you with and a portable phone charger so you don't have to leave bed or be without entertainment, but he had an unavoidable meeting at his company - something tech-y and vital you couldn't understand. Sylus left you Mephisto to monitor and serve your every need, but there's more territory disputes happening in the N109 Zone lately that desperately need his attention to snuff out before they escalate.
So with a kiss from each, they told you to call if you needed them, and left.
You won't call. Their jobs are important. Far more important than your monthly suffering.
But you wish they were here.
You wish you didn't feel so awful.
You wish you could be all snuggled up between them.
Mephisto caws softly from his perch as the first sniffles turn into quiet whimpers. You turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow, muffling your sobs as everything overwhelms you. With your head pounding like a war drum, your uterus squeezing itself, and a gag building at the back of your throat, you fall into a very disheartened nap.
-
Sylus gets home first. Given the nature of his job and the burning daylight hours, he can make his own schedule without anyone else to hold him up. As soon as the pests are eliminated, he's free to return home to get his much needed sleep.
He saw Mephisto's messages. The crow's videos and concerning texts warning him about your wellbeing. His heart ached when he saw the videos, hiding your face and muffling your distress. He stopped to buy you some new toys to play with - things related to your hobbies and current fixations - before he allowed himself to walk through the door.
He slowly enters the bedroom. You're still in your heap of blankets. Tears linger on your cheeks, dried over time. Eyes visibly raw and worn.
Quietly, he sets the shopping bags aside. He undresses, changing into some sleep pants and his oversized sweater. Slowly, he slips into bed beside you. Then moves aside your heatpad and your phone to pull you on top of him. You settle into his heat readily, sighing with contentment as you nuzzle into his neck and allow your muscles to relax as the pain eases somewhat.
He shoots a text into the group chat he has with Valko and Zayne, and sets his phone aside. With one last kiss to your head, he allows himself to fall asleep.
-
Valko returns home second. Once the meeting is done, he's free, finally able to push everything else on the docket aside to focus on more important matters. He saw the text from Sylus during the meeting; his leg was bouncing impatiently the whole time after.
He stops by the store on his way home to get you more product, and a cute plushie he saw that reminded him so much of you he couldn't simply let it go unpurchased.
He puts the boxes of supplies away in the bathroom and hides the plushie somewhere you'll find it later on. He hopes he's around to see it; he loves seeing you laugh at his antics.
He undresses himself down to his boxers. Clothes will just get in the way of being as close to his partners as possible and he isn't having it. He's been waiting all day for this chance to cuddle and he isn't about to pass it up.
He slips in on one side of the bed. Sylus stirs enough to peek an eye open to see who it is. He hums in acknowledgement of his presence and opens his arm to welcome his partner in on the cuddle session.
Valko eagerly tucks himself into Sy's shoulder, wrapping his arm over you and pulling you ever so slightly toward him. Sylus's hand travels into his short hair, petting and scratching him lazily, in all the ways that have his eyelids fluttering shut and his body curling closer.
Soon, though, Sylus slips back into his dreams. It takes longer for Val to join the dreamland. For a while, he simply stays there, breathing in your scents, and gently nuzzling against your head and Sy's shoulder.
-
Zayne gets home last. His hours are long and packed. If it had been any other day, he would have loved coming home sooner. Alas, he sees the messages only after his final surgery.
On his way home, he stops at your favorite restaurant to get your favorite food. Then stops by a bakery to get you too many sweets, knowing full well the amount will welcome Val and himself to steal a little here and there.
He puts the food away in the fridge. It's already dark outside. He creeps into the bedroom as he undoes his tie and takes in the sight before him.
All of his partners, snuggled together in bed. At some point, you snuck under Sylus's sweater, your head sharing the same neckhole as his own and undeniably stretching it out. Sylus doesn't mind for one second, sleepily nuzzling his cheek against your hair as he fights against consciousness.
Valko is strewn even more over you and Sy. He's turned to lay half of his body over Sylus's, shoulder to shoulder with you as his arm continues to hold you in place. Legs tangled with both of yours, face turned away, mouth parted and dripping drool into the sweater.
It's such a welcome sight. He methodically goes through his process of getting changed into his pajamas. He knows he won't be able to rest for long; you'll all need to get up to eat dinner and finish your routines. But for now, he crawls in on the other side of Sylus and lays on his side.
Sylus draws him in with his arm slipping around his waist and back. His nose brushes against his bangs. Lips finding his forehead by second nature. Zayne's hand slips under the blanket and under the sweater and under your shirt, to find the curve of your back and massage the muscles there. His cool fingers initially make you shiver. But as they find all the perfect spots to steal your pain, you sigh in bliss.
-
You wake up in warmth and surrounded by familiar scents. All of your overwhelming emotions about being alone are dashed. All of your pain and nausea has faded into something dull and distant. With the repetitive rise and fall of the chest beneath you and the soft breaths of the men beside you, you can stop worrying about anything else.
For the first time all day, you don't feel quite so awful.
Description: Zayne walks in on you and Valko in his private research facility.
SnowWolf Blurb Mini Series: (Pt. 1) Move Your Damn Hand
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Love y'all sm, keep answering the poll on who I should write for next!! I see those of you yearning for SnowWolf (ME TOO) teehee, HERE!!! Also, thank you so much for the requests!!! This gal is WRITING!!! Idk what's happening that these last two works involve sandwiched neck kissing ok ok ok!!!!!!!????? Enjoy!
Zayne clears his throat after he enters, “…I see I walked in during an...inopportune time.”
“Z-Zayne!” You shove Valko’s chest back slightly, his mouth popping off your neck with a gasp. However, his arms stay coiled around your waist and your legs around his hips—sat pretty on the edge of the large and expansive console of the research facility.
“Don’t mind me, I’m not one to—” he raises his brows, giving you a stern look, “interrupt.”
“Mmm…” Valko shoves his face straight back into the left side of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin.
“Ngh!”
As he nonchalantly approaches, “Slower.” Zayne lowers his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, “God, you’re bad at teasing her.”
His response is a mumble, who knows if Zayne properly heard it, “Shut up.” His lips part again and he sucks your skin briefly before speaking once more—to you this time, “You like it, hm?”
“Y-yes—mmm—nngh—”
Zayne takes several steps closer, pushing his glasses back up, “Yes, while that may be true… She’d open up even more if you took your time.” He sits right beside you on the console, careful to not yet touch either of you.
You look at him quickly before your head tilts back from the pressure of Valko’s mouth—his large frame pressing against you. You gasp when you feel Zayne’s cool fingers touch the right side of your neck, “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Nngh—mhm—oh my god—”
As Valko continues to attack the left side of your neck, Zayne slowly brushes some hair back behind your right shoulder, leaning in close so that his breath washes over your neck.
He smiles lightly when you lurch forward the slightest bit, moaning to what’s happening on the other side of your neck. His lips get close to your ear, “Starting without me, hm? Is someone looking for a punishment?”
Your nails sink into Valko’s white lab coat, “N-no—ngh!” You let your right arm fall from Valko’s shoulder, sliding it down his arm so that Zayne can get closer to you.
“Hmm, I think you are, sweetheart. You knew I was coming.” You moan in anticipation, but he leans away first, taking his glasses off and setting them down delicately onto the console beside him.
After, watching you writhe briefly, he dips down and in, kissing your skin as softly as he can—with sweet, light presses from his lips that immediately raise goosebumps across your skin. He does so slowly, too slowly, a stark contrast to Valko—who while sucking your flesh in a desperate need to leave his mark, starts grinding his hard cock between your legs. Both actions from the pair leave you whimpering.
Zayne’s lips part as he presses a more tender kiss against your neck before speaking into your skin just loud enough for you to still hear him, “We’ll do this first, hm? Then you’ll get your punishment.”
“Mmhm—f-fuck—!” Zayne lets out a quiet chuckle against your neck before sinking back in, his mouth opening to kiss your skin more passionately—his tongue soothing the pressure from his mouth.
As Zayne continues along your neck, Valko pulls away, groaning, “C’mere.”
Valko’s mouth comes down onto yours hot and needy, his tongue pushing past your lips as you open up to him, “Mmmph…”
Hearing the muffled moan from you, Zayne pulls away from your neck, watching the two of you carefully, “So cute… You’re such a brat.” You moan when the connection between you and Valko breaks, only left to moan again when Zayne’s hand quickly snatches your jaw and cocks your head toward him. Looking at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, it’s only seconds before he’s crashing his lips onto yours.
You moan into his mouth from his heated kiss and at the feeling of Valko suddenly tugging both your pants and panties off at the same time. It doesn’t matter that your ass is pressed on the console, the tug is swift, strong, and easy as everything comes off—only a slight jump from your body. No matter what happens, Zayne doesn’t let you go, keeping you close with the grip he has on your jaw.
Dropping to his knees, you gasp when Valko’s tongue touches your slit. Aggressively, you crane your head, breaking your kiss with Zayne in favor of the direction of Valko nestled between your thighs and pulling your dangling legs over his shoulders.
Grip still firm, Zayne lets you, but only momentarily before he’s pulling you back to face him, “Ah, ah.” You whine as Valko’s tongue parts your slit and pushes against your clit. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His grasp spreads and extends past your jaw, his fingers and thumb squeezing in on your cheeks, “So pretty…”
“Ngh—Zayne—”
He interrupts with a tsk, turning your head slightly to the side and back in his grasp—like he’s examining you, staring at your parted lips being pushed open by his fingers. “Shh…do you like him between your legs, sweetheart?”
“Mmhm—y-yes—!”
“Good.” You can’t say much of anything else before Zayne’s lips are back on yours, his tongue pushing against your own so he can keep every moan from you for himself.
Groaning and consuming you hungrily, “Mmm—tastes s’good—smells s’good—fuck—” Valko silences himself by engulfing the whole of you with his mouth again, the vibrations from his throaty hums leaving you moaning into Zayne’s mouth.
Even when you start to tremble and shake against Zayne’s grasp, he still doesn’t let you go, “Uh-uh.” You bite his bottom lip, hard, and his index and middle finger raise and tap against your cheek, a subtle warning to knock it off. When letting the kiss actually break, “You got yourself into this, not me.”
Valko continues to lap at your clit, needy whines and moans sounding from below you and Zayne. “Mmm...he’s so...sloppy.” As if on cue, Valko wraps his lips around your clit, a slurp noise sounding just after Zayne speaks. He chuckles, “See?”
Your voice is strained and squeaks out under Zayne’s tight grasp, “Mmm—f-fuck—fuck!”
“Oh, you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate. You want to look, hm?” You nod helplessly in response under his hold on you. He gently kisses your lips once before forcefully tilting your face down and toward Valko who moans against you as soon as you make eye contact with him.
Zayne’s teeth nip the side of your ear as he squeezes your cheeks again, “Happy?”
“Y-yes—mmm—t-thank y-you—nngh!”
He hums, “Of course, sweetheart.”
Valko continues to suck on your clit until you feel your legs start to violently shake, his warm eyes not leaving yours while his fingertips sink into your thighs, “S-shit—oh m-my god—m’gonna—”
“Ah,” Zayne yanks your gaze—your face—back to his, his hand never once letting you go while you watched, “you know the rules, love. Look at me when you cum.”
***
Valko glances over to Zayne, cock in hand and about to push into you. Zayne nods, his voice low, “Mmhm…go ahead.”
You and Valko’s voices overlap as he sinks his throbbing cock into your dripping cunt, “F-fuck yes—” “Mm! Oh my god—!”
Zayne leans in, kissing your cheek as you stare down at the space dissolving between you and Valko, his voice a whisper, “Does it feel good, princess?”
Valko’s watching too, restraining himself from plunging into you completely, the feeling of you squeezing him overwhelming and delicious, “S-so—ngh—good!”
Trailing his mouth from your cheek to your jaw and down, his lips touch your neck again, “Mmm, good. ...Good girl.”
Your right hand leaves Valko’s arm and grasps at Zayne’s tie instead, “Z-Zayne—s-shit—let me touch you, p-please.”
He speaks between kisses on your neck, “If I let you touch me—mmm—your punishment increases.”
“Yes, y-yes! I don’t care, just—” Your pleas are cut off by a loud moan ripping out from your chest as the head of Valko’s cock wedges against your G-spot perfectly.
Practically growling when feeling your walls clench around him, “F-fuck—she’s perfect—nngh!”
“Isn't she?”
Valko’s thrusts are deep and intentional, his face burying back into the crook of your neck. After last time, he continued to do exactly what Zayne suggested—right at the end, tilt your hips up. You’re putty in his arms, moaning incessantly while trying to fumble with Zayne’s belt. He brushes your hand off, doing the task himself.
“V-Valko?”
He speaks against your neck, “Nngh—yes, pup?”
“Do me a f-favor, hm?” Not stopping the torque of his hips once, he pulls his face out from your neck—out from inhaling as much of your scent as he can. You release Zayne’s tie and hold your right hand between the two of you, “Lick m-my hand for me, yeah?”
Without a second thought, his teeth are sinking into the bottom edge of your palm before his tongue is running a long, striped lick up the entire length of your palm, and all the way up to your fingertips. Before you can pull away, he takes a few of your fingers into his mouth, sucking until you’re both moaning—eyes locked.
When he releases your fingers from his mouth, “T-thank you—nngh—good boy.” With a small smile that quickly breaks into a face full of pleasure, his brows knitted, he puts his face right back into the left side of your neck—never once having stopped his thrusting into your needy cunt.
Right beside you, you turn your gaze toward Zayne, his eyes flat in annoyance, already knowing your intentions. “Your punishment is now—o-oh—” you wrap your hand slick with Valko’s saliva around his hard cock, “mmm—you really are the biggest brat, huh?”
Groaning as you start to stroke him, he pushes forward until his mouth is on your neck again. With panting breaths, Zayne’s mouth ends up right near your ear again, “So naughty, you want him to cum inside you and me to cum on you, is that it?”
“Yes—h-holy fuck—y-yes—nngh!” Your vision blurs as the pair suck on your neck from opposing directions—pressure in every sense, from every angle, beating down onto you until you can’t take it anymore.
tw cardiac surgery 🍋🟩 wolfsnow x f!reader, based on irl events rn. i have an immediate family member in the OR for cardiac surgery and.. it’s hard.
“talk to me.”
two warm hands, big and calloused, rest on your shoulders from behind. they begin a slow, gentle and firm massage down your spine. you close your eyes with a sigh.
the monitor above still glows, cheerful as ever, with its colorful lights in neatly rowed boxes—neon green for procedures yet to start, orange for those on hold, and red for those already in the recovery room.
you know, even without opening your eyes, that the box you’ve been closely following the past two hours is still dark green.
ICU IV ID #505. PROCEDURE IN PROGRESS.
“hey,” valko interrupts, hands still climbing down your back. “y’know zayne’s in there with the focus of a precision laser right now. he’s not gonna let anythin’ bad happen to his patient, that’s for sure. ‘specially if he knows how much they mean to you.”
“i’m just so impatient,” you confess, finally letting your eyes flutter open at the brush of a tail. “and worried.”
valko only hums. his tail curves in an almost protective manner around your torso. “these things take time, pup. they’ll be out in no time with only good news.”
“tell me: has zayne ever failed you before?”
yellow eyes pierce your soul—in a flash, valko is kneeling in front of you, warm hands engulfing yours and caressing them with the care one would give to a newborn child.
your brain wracks itself clean for a proper answer. coming up short, you slowly begin to shake your head, and valko grins a lopsided smile. the faint dip of his dimple is visible, to which you stare at with a small pout on your face.
“no,” you respond softly. “no, he hasn’t. neither have you.”
the man’s grin only widens, and his dimple deepens further. you resist the urge to poke it. “atta girl. zayne would be proud of that answer.”
you can’t resist. his skin is squishy when you pinch it, and all of a sudden, the box on the screen feels a little smaller when you look at it. the pit in your stomach dulls in worry, too. he beams at you in response.
“c’mon, let’s go grab a bite before doctor zayne comes bearing his good ol’ medic report.” valko’s already pulling you towards the door, rubbing a soothing hand down the curve of your hip.
“we can get him a treat, too,” you add in thoughtfully.
he smiles, gentle. adoring.
“yes, we can. can’t let our pack go hungry, after all.”
Valko and his chocolate obsession VS Zayne and his never ending demand for all kinds of sweets. The dentist bill in an arcticwolf household would be astronomical. Bonus points if ur a sweets lover too. You're ALL getting an ass whooping from ur dentists.
