synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
how do i get a submissive werewolf to mark me? just edge him until he does!!
wc: 1,441
content: f!reader, reader and valko are both switches? nicknames like puppy, good boy. praising and degrading, fang play, blood, biting, marking, mention of knotting, mention of exhibitionism, he has his ears and tail k, hybrid?? edging, unedited (soz i wrote FAST)
the forest surrounding your village had been riddled with werewolves for as long as you’d been alive. your parents and the elders have always warned you away from them, saying that those who go into the woods at night are either never seen again or are found mangled and half-eaten.
you’d hear the snarls and snaps of their jaws some nights, wondering if they were fighting over a deer or someone stupid enough to wander in there. normally, if it were the latter, you’d hear screams you could never unhear.
werewolves were volatile, possessive, and predatory- they were said to be the most dominant creatures on the earth. so why had this werewolf been submitting to you for months now?
you’re sitting on his lap, his thick cock pressed against your belly leaking pre and staining your thin slip. he’d long since ripped off your pajamas, the fabric somewhere shredded on the ground.
your hand pumps him slowly, torturing him with the pace. he knew better than to do that- how many times had you gotten onto him about ruining your outfits?! you weren't made of money, and your parents were starting to catch on to your clothes all having strange stitching holding them together!
“did i tell you to stop?” you chastise him, your free hand reaching up to grab his fluffy ear, pulling his head back.
valko whines and looks up at you with golden eyes, eyebrows pulling together. “it feels too good, i got distracted-”
“hm.” you drop the hand that was pumping him. “fine. since you can’t handle two things at once, you’ll lose your privileges."
“no, please.” he begs, head going back to where you wanted it in the crook of your neck.
his rough tongue licked up and down the column of your neck, lapping at it.
you hum happily, hand instinctively going back to stroking him, faster than before. “good boyy, see, you know how to listen after all.”
he nods and whimpers, tongue kitten licking the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. the exact spot you’d been begging him to bite for weeks.
maybe if you play your cards right this time, he would finally do it?
“such a sweet puppy, aren't you?” you ask, voice low in the way he likes it. you tighten your fingers at his tip, watching as he leaks out and stains your fingers.
though you didn’t have much experience with human men, you knew enough to know that werewolves had much larger cocks. you hadn’t even let him fuck you yet due to the sheer size of him- you were sure it would break you.
valko’s fluffy tail wags at your praise. “uh huhh, i’ve been so good. waited for you, haven’t touched myself in a week- mmh!” he shudders when you slide a finger over his slit.
you nod in approval, scratching behind one of his ears. he leans into the scratching, an eye closing in pleasure.
“i’ve almost got you trained then, haven’t i? such a strong creature tamed by a human.” you huff out a laugh, hand moving faster as you try to get him close. “how pathetic. what if the rest of your pack saw you like this?”
valko growled, the sound low and barely there. he knew better than to truly defy you, keeping his annoyance to a minimum. his tongue continued to lick, the roughness scratching at your skin like sandpaper.
you took his silence as an answer, and his panting as a sign that he was close. close enough for you to try once again.
“wanna cum?”
valko nodded and tried to look up at you from his position at your neck, golden eyes glowing slightly and pleading with yours. “please?”
you shivered at his voice. despite his physical submission to you, his voice always reminded you that he was a dangerous predator. it was deep, not at all like the airy and whiny voices of submissive human men you’d encountered.
maybe that’s why you were so fond of him- knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could kill you. but he won’t, because you’ve got him trained like he’s no more than a stray.
you halt your hand on his cock once more, making him whine and arch his back. “mark me and i’ll let you cum.” you purr into his fuzzy ear, biting down on the peak of it.
valko rears back, his face contorting from the blissed out state it was just in to the tense scowl he normally wears when he’s not with you.
“you know i can’t mark you, it wouldn’t be safe.”
he tries to back up, but you keep an iron grip on the base of his cock, holding him still. “marking me is the only way to keep me safe- how stupid are you? your packmates are going to find out about this eventually, do you think they’ll let me live?”
valko doesn’t look convinced. he scoffs and shakes his head. “marking you brings attention to you, right now no one knows you exist. they won’t be happy that i chose a human as my mate, either.”
you raise an eyebrow at his defiance. “hm. fine.” you stand and brush your slip off. “if you can’t have a human as your mate, you shouldn’t have one as your fuck buddy then either, should y- hey!”
you yelp as valko grabs your wrists and yanks you back down onto his lap. he puts your hand back on his cock, wrapping your fingers around it as he strokes himself over you.
his voice comes out gravely and rough against your skin. “fine. if i mark you, you understand that i have to knot you also?”
you swallow hard and think about it. if you thought his dick would be too big for you, how hard would the knot be to take..?
you clench around nothing at the idea, wetness already seeping through your thin panties. the answer was a no-brainer.
“deal.”
no sooner than the word left your mouth did valko bite down on the juncture between neck and shoulder. the pain was excruciating, causing you to scream and writhe on his lap.
snarls and howls sounded in the background, no doubt in response to your screaming. normally, you’d be terrified, because having a whole pack hunting you would lead to your death, but you weren’t worried.
they couldn’t hurt you, not with valko’s mark on you. the bite left your head fuzzy and your body tingling.
valko was licking your wound over with care, a sound like purring emanating from him. after he deemed it properly cared for, he looked your face over to make sure you were okay.
“don’t pass out on me, puppy.” he teases, hand cradling the back of your head as he smiles.
he’s still moving your hand in time with his on his cock, albeit slower than before.
your eyes zero in on his teeth- more specifically his fangs that are coated in your blood from the bond mark.
without even thinking, you lean forward and lick his fangs, tasting your own metallic blood.
a strangled moan left valko when you did this, unintentionally sending him over the edge. his hips bucked up into the hands you both had around him, cum spurting out in thick streams, landing on both of your chests.
how were you supposed to know that werewolves had sensitive fangs?
once his high wore down, you heard loud footsteps approaching and panicked. “should we go? what if-”
valko hummed and nuzzled his nose into the mark he left on you. “no, no no, i still have to knot you, remember? now who’s the one that doesn’t listen.” he teases.
you glare at him. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy, you’d put him back in his place. maaaybe you could let him be in charge for once…
“you’re not gonna take me somewhere nicer to fuck me?”
valko looks around in confusion. “what’s wrong with this?”
you raise an eyebrow at him and tap your hand on the hard dirt you. “uh, maybe that it’s hard and, i don’t know, the forest floor?”
valko shrugged and maneuvered you onto your back, crawling over you and pushing one sode of your slip up. “it won’t hurt.” he kisses between your breasts.
“what about when your pack shows up? you’re going to let them see me naked?”
valko rubs his thick tip against your soaked panties, tilting his head. “let them watch. it’s customary for packmates to watch each other mate.” his golden eyes meet yours and he smirks slightly. “you’ll get the full experience.”
a/n: THIS IS MY MAN THIS IS MY MAIN IDCCCC also im prepared for him to be crazy ooc when his content drops lolz. ive never written anything like this before so if i missed tagging smth PLS let me know so i can add it!!
thick moon divider from @uzmacchiato , thin moon divider from @cyberangel-graphics
I know Valko has been introduced to us just today and we obviously don't know how his personality is gonna be like but IM SO FERAL IF HE COMES OUT CALLING MC PUP!!!!! 🫦✨
So I'm gonna leave this quick and maybe bad written PWP drabble of Valko. SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
| • Also, please take in mind that this may not be how Valko's personality would be in the game, he is a new character that we still don't know how he is gonna be. So I just made this for fun 😊 • |
Credits to dividers: @/cafekitsune
You held tightly the pillow under you, digging your nails and almost ripping the fabric of it as you were lost in his thrusts. Slow, sloppy, feral.
Both of you sweating, his big chest flushed with your back as he moaned and growled in your ear, making your eyes roll back. Getting lost at the mix of sensations.
“That's it, so good for me~" he kept sliding his fat cock with that delicious and torturous slow pace as he snaked his arm around your neck to form a lock, holding you down completely. At his mercy.
You held back a whimper when he hit that good spot inside of you, bitting your bottom lip trying to hide it. But he already knew. "Did that feel good, pup?” he couldn't help but chuckle. Oh you were so doomed~.
He lifted his hips slightly to adjust his angle and hit that sweet spot again, making you see stars as he didn't stop. You were drooling all over the pillow as you scratched his forearm that was holding you down, drawing blood under your nails.
His other hand pressing firmly on your abdomen to make the sensation more intense. You could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, eager to knock you up and shoot that creamy seed.
His tail thwamped behind him on the bed, he couldn't stop, he needed to breed you nice and round. His fangs already aching to dig on your nape as his tongue licked all the way up your throat, savouring your taste. His nose pressing behind your ear and giving a good big sniff to your scent. Yes, you were perfect, just a perfect mate for him.
“I’m not letting go of you. I'll take good care of you, pup. Just let me mate you properly. Breed you and give you a big litter of pups~”
I'M SORRY WHAT DID I JUST WROTE!!?!?
I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!.... And know I need more~ uwu
“So like…” you pause for a moment, balancing your weight carefully on your flatten palm as you reach outwards. “…what’s with the two sets of ears?” You manage to connect with the deep burgundy fluff that rests atop his head.
“As if I have any control of that?” Amber eyes glare up at you over gold rimmed glasses, a large hand shooting up to swat your hand away as he tries to shuffle the papers he had been reading over. “So you were like… born with four?”
“I was not born with four ears.”
You retract before you push too far, letting your hand rest in your lap as you try and swallow your laughter. Being perched on Valko’s desk certainly had its advantages. One being that you could still study the peaks of his canine ears without invading his personal space… more than you are.
“So this happened after the Chronorift Catastrophe?” You mutter it offhandedly, mentally noting that undertones of rich purple seem to run through his burgundy hair…fur?
“Well aren’t you just the smartest cookie?” Each word drips with pure condescension as he sets his stack of paperwork down. You feel the blood surge up to your head, slightly embarrassed at uttering a question with such a profoundly obvious answer…
“Obviously this happened to me after the Chronorift Catastrophe, sweetheart.”
Is this… perhaps too soon… yes. After I just said I probably wasn’t going to write for him? Yes. Am I a hypocrite? Yes of course.
His fingers parted you, making your vision blur into darkness.
"Fuck, Puppy ," his voice was fractured by your body's response. "You are ready."
Any remaining logic dissolved, leaving nothing but pure instinct.
"please..." you widened your legs to offer yourself completely.
When he settled himself firmly between your thighs it felt like an ancient design, where you were carved out just to fit against him.
His gaze locked onto yours, dark and territorial, sparking a thrill of surrender deep in your chest. His hand moved slowly, spreading one of your legs wider, eyes drinking you in as if he were starving.
"You belong to me. Every part of you," he growled, the authority in his tone making the ache between your thighs flare white hot. He pushed his fingers deep, opening you up until the tension felt sharp and agonizing, the rhythm of his touch pushing you exactly where you needed to go.
"Say it, say you are mine"
"Yours..." you whispered, and the sudden, cold emptiness when he pulled his fingers out made your entire body shudder.
"Such a good Pup," he said softly, tasting the slickness on his fingers without breaking eye contact, his lip curled just enough to expose the sharp points of his canines, grazing his own skin as he licked himself clean.
"There is nothing I want more right now than to feel your pretty clit against my tongue," his hand dropped between your thighs again to circle his thumb firmly against your swollen bud. "But you're not ready for that yet, are you?"
The tip of his cock caught against your opening for a few seconds and then he was sliding in. Your muscles clamped down, desperately trying to yield as he pushed further. The stretch felt almost impossible, filling every empty space, making your lower belly ache.
"God," he groaned "You...I can't...fuck..."
Every thrust pushing you toward an inevitable orgasm. Wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, you matched his desperation. You were almost there.
"Valko...imgonna...fuuu...please baby..."
The moment he heard you begging so desperately his deep thrusts stopped. He caught his breath, hips barely moving as his dick started to expand, stretching you so much you couldn't have pulled away even if you tried. "Beautiful girl... I've got you," he whispered against your forehead, the words dragged straight from his lungs. His arms locked around you "My mate. Mine."
Every nerve inside you felt pinned beneath him, leaving a thrumming ache that made it impossible to catch your breath. You tried to move your hips, tilting up against his pelvis just to try and ease the thick heat building between your legs. Your fingers dug hard into the tense muscle of his shoulders, your belly tightening until the pressure was too much to bear.
He was shaking against you, his chest crushing yours, every muscle in his body locking tight at the peak of his release. He twitched inside you and thick, warm cum flooded your insides, taking the last of your breath and pulling you straight into the drop with him.
🚨 BREAKING NEWS: THE OUTSKIRTS MONSTER HAS ENTERED LINKON CITY! CITIZENS BEWARE! 🚨
Pairing: alpha werewolf!Valko x hunter!reader
MDNI, dubcon, alpha & his newfound mate, he’s just wild under the moon! basically I have no idea of his personality (I mean he just appears like a few hours ago.)
The warning from OTTO pings on the terminal, a distant, rhythmic blip that feels irrelevant. There’s no way a wanderer would climb all the way to a high-rise floor in the center of Linkon City. The deep forest outskirts are miles away, safely contained. We’re in the middle of a neon-lit grid, for fuck’s sake.
So why is someone standing on the balcony?
A rare Supermoon hang heavy outside, casting a cold glow through the floor to ceiling window. The plan is simple. Sit on the couch, let a mug of hot chamomile take the edge off a brutal shift, open the window to enjoy the cold night ajr and watch the sky until sleep takes over.
Then the light shifts. A massive shadow blocks the moonbeams, swallowing the room in darkness.
Years of basic Hunter experience kick in instantly. The air pressure change, a thickness that doesn't belong in your apartment. Adrenaline surges, a command to reach for the firearm on the counter, but the intruder's reflexes are way faster than you.
A heavy weight collides with your chest. The impact drives the air straight out of your lungs, slamming your back hard against the floorboards. Before your vision can clear, huge, solid hands pin your wrists to the floor.
Your breath hitches, eyes straining in the dim light to make sense of the 'monster' hovering above. The pale moonlight catches the edges of a mess of vibrant, short crimson hair, but it is the eyes that lock you in place—bright, predatory gold, glowing with a human intelligence. Yet, the sharp, triangular ears twitching on his head, the tail swishing back and forth and the low, vibrational rumble rattling in his chest say otherwise.
He bares his teeth, exposing his long, sharp canines just inches from your face.
"You..." His voice is a gravelly, low rasp, his chest rising and falling against yours. "You smell... different."
"The fuck—get off me!" You throw your weight to the side, trying to break away, but he doesn't even budge. He feels solid like rock, trapping you with effortless, terrifying strength.
With a low grunt, he drags your hands together, shifting his grip to lock both of your wrists above your head with a single palm. The sudden constraint force a sharp hiss past your teeth.
"Feisty," he murmurs, his gaze dropping, tracking the rapid rise and fall of your chest beneath your loose nightgown. The focus in his eyes narrows as he leans lower, his nose brushing the column of your neck, inhaling deeply. "On second thought... it’s intoxicating. What are you…?"
"I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking questions, you bastard," you spit back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Fighting the physical disadvantage is useless, but showing fear to a predator is worse. You’re trapped in a thin silk gown, completely unarmed.
He tilts his head, a dark, sharp grin pulling at the corner of his mouth as your defiance hits him. "You're not shaking. I like that. Let's see how long that bravado) lasts."
His grip tightens, his warm palm burning against your skin. Outside, the city lights flicker, completely unaware of what is happening on your living room floor.
With a sharp tug, he rips the neckline of your nightgown. The fabric tears with a harsh ripping sound, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air, the tip instantly pebbling under his gaze.
"Stop—" you gasp.
He ignores you. He leans down, slowly licking from the bottom of your mound to the tip. He pulls back with a soft, wet sound, lips smacking. You arch your back, the rough texture of his tongue sending a sharp jolt of heat straight through you.
"Stop? Sounds like you’re enjoying this," he growls low, his golden eyes dark.
"Fuck, I’m not—"
Before you can finish, his hand slaps your clothed cunt. You yelp, your hips jerking against his palm.
"Really? It’s wet down here," he laughs. He hooks his fingers into your underwear and pulls the damp silk aside, rubbing his long nails over your wet slit. He inhales the scent in his fingers deep and the air leaves as a shudder. "The scent comes from right here… fuck…"
He grins, pupils turn to vertical slit, then pins your hands tighter, and lowers his head to eat you without a single second of hesitation.
"Oh, fuck…!"
"What a nasty mouth. Up there and down here," he mutters against your skin, his tongue striking hard against your throbbing clit. "Both are—fuck—I can’t hold back…!"
He lets go of your wrists and quickly pulls down his pants, revealing his large, throbbing cock. The tip is big and red, slick with pre-cum. His hands grab your thighs, opening wide and rubs it against your wetness, coating himself in your watery arousal.
"Wait—no—that’s too—"
He pushes forward in one deep thrust, bottoming out completely. Your body arches violently as his tip reaches your cervix in one go.
"Shit, hah, where have you been all my life?" he grins, eyes glowing gold. "My mate. Finally found you."
He starts moving in a heavy, hard rhythm. Your folds move in and out around his massive cock, thrusting so deep and hard making it feel like he’s rearranging your insides.
"Uh… ahah…"
"That’s it. Don’t fight it. It’s yours," he snarls, driving harder. He hits your sensitive spot over and over, forcing cries from your throat. "Let go. Don’t hold it. Scream for me!"
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin as a sudden, intense climax shatters through you. You scream, your legs trembling from the intense release. The man roars, locking his hips against yours as he comes deep inside you, his chest heaving.
You both lie there for a minute, breathing heavily in the dark.
Slowly, his tension fades. He leans down and kisses you. It isn't rough, but surprisingly gentle and wet, a tender marking of your lips that catches you off guard.
Then he moves to your neck. His sharp teeth sink deep in between your neck and your shoulder, piercing the skin and leaving a heavy, throbbing red mark of his teeth to claim you as his.
"You—I’m going to kill you!!" you choke out, still want to move to grab the gun but your legs are still weak, shaking.
He pulls out and stands up, tossing his black shirt over your sticky body.
"Valko." He looks down at you one last time. "Remember my name. I’m going to come back, and when I do, I expect you to be more eager in spreading your legs than today."
He turns, jumps from the balcony, and disappears into the night.
I’m so excited! While this story will become ooc for sure but for now I’m going to let it out of my system 🍷✨
After The Mark (side short) - Next Chapter HERE! ✨
lads LIs: if you were their video game character 🎮
xavier
forgets to teleport you out of a monster camp before he logs out. next time he logs back in, he dies
has really good rng luck. has top tier gear without even trying
is really good actually and no one knows how. he can do it all: one shot a boss, 0 cycle a mob, finish domains in 10 seconds—you name it
his characters aren’t even maxed out
people beg him to co-op
he happily agrees except sometimes his group starts a game and his character just completely freezes on the screen (he has fallen asleep)
zayne
flinches when you get hit. apologizes, either verbally or mentally, each time
vows to protect you the first time you die in-game
chronic overhealer
has a shielder and healer on his team in boss fights. just in case.
his damage suffers as a result. he either wins with seconds to spare or has to do multiple attempts
he’s actually underestimating his skills. if he weren’t so cautious trying to keep you safe, he’d clear all content with ease
does not care too much for outfits or skins—no, his weakness is animals. has to own any cute pet or animal companion the game offers. is not above the occasional credit card swipe
sylus
whales on you
he gets you and your weapon maxed out. keeps pulling for you even after that to show off
has millions of the rarest currency in the game that nobody else ever has because of this
obliterates everything because he’s spent so much money. never loses
half of the game’s community has him blocked because they’re tired of seeing him win
keeps posting his highlight reels anyway
if there’s a housing feature, you have a mansion
he’s actually really invested in the game’s lore and likes to experience the story you
rafayel
whales on your outfits/skins
doesn’t care too much about damage, fights based on aesthetics. what weapon looks best on you, what team members look best with you, etc. yes his main team is 4 single-target dpses
only really tries when you have a new upgrade coming out and he has to speedrun all the content he hasn’t cleared
sometimes logs on just to teleport you to pretty locations and take in-game pictures
uses the pictures he takes as references for paintings
defends your design with his life. doesn’t care how detailed the newest character is, they have nothing on you. you hear him? nothing.
always logs out near the water and greets you there each day
caleb
self-destructive play style
torn between his love for you and his thrill-seeking nature
will forego a healer or shielder if it gives him an edge in combat
you’re on 1 hp more times than he can count. he makes it up to you by farming endlessly for the best gear
you are the only character he has everything maxed out for. everybody else has a mid build
addicted to seeing the damage numbers pop up and doing all the little gear calculations and comparisons (“ohoho, if i use this instead, i’ll get a two percent damage boost”)
yes it’s that serious.
valko
oh my god you’re so beautiful and your attack style is so amazi— squirrel
a/n: hello gang …. valko fluff … take it please …. i would say sorry for being ooc but baby there is no character </3 so i hope u guys enjoy this LOLLL im very excited for his lore !!! valko lovers this is a safe space ,,, inspired by this post hehe thank u dani for ur genius mind <3
wc: 1k | masterlist
“I’m starting to wish I could say no to you,” valko grumbles, brows drawn together in frustration as he stands much too close to the glass of the claw machine. his gaze only intensifies as he moves the claw a centimeter over, narrowing his eyes as he presses the button. “cmon, cmon,” he mumbles under his breath, groaning loudly and throwing his arms up when the stupid puppy plushy immediately falls out of the claws grasp.
“this is so stupid! I should just buy this place and give you the plushies,” he frowns, amusement flickering in his eyes as he turns to see you keeling over in laughter. a small smile graces his features as he stares at you, “my suffering is not meant for your entertainment, dollface.”
“okay, okay,” you calm yourself down, stepping closer to the much taller man, his fluffy tail immediately brushing against your legs, as if beckoning you closer. “why don’t you try using your evol? no one’s around anyway,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, seeing the small smirk appear on his face.
“that’s cheating,” he hums, leaning closer to you as you roll your eyes playfully.
“fine, stay on your high moral ground. i guess ill just have to go home empty handed” you sigh dramatically, smiling as soon as his fluffy ears droop at your words, tail falling quickly.
there’s a low growl in valko’s throat as he closes his eyes for a moment, opening them and laser focusing on the game in front of him.
“I can control metal, this machine is metal, there’s no way i can lose,” the cocky smirk on his features makes you giggle. his chest is puffed out slightly, tail slowly wagging behind him.
you can see the metal claw change shape slightly, molding around the plushy as it wraps around it. and as quickly as he opens his mouth to boast, the plushy falls from the machines grasp and back into its original position.
“what?!” he barks out, yellow eyes practically glowing in frustration as he immediately swipes the game card again, using his evol once more. and coming up empty.
after the nth try you have to pull valko away from the arcade game, especially when he starts shaking the machine out of frustration.
“it’s okay val i didn’t want the plush that bad anyway,” you console him, patting his back as his ears are drooping on his head. your soothing words make his tail wag ever so slightly, ears peeking up when you slide your hand into his and pull his body closer to yours. “i already have the only cuddly puppy i could ever want,” your words make him grin softly, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to yours temple.
“‘M not a puppy,” he mumbles, eyes gleaming in adoration as you tilt your head back and laugh.
“okay tough guy.”
two days later you open your front door and see valko holding the cursed puppy plush, tail wagging rapidly behind him and ear twitching in excitement as he presents it to you.
“oh my god!” you squeal, taking the plus from his hands and hugging it tightly, “i can’t believe you got him!” valko smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders.
“you said you wanted it, can’t have my doll go without something she wants,” he leans against your doorframe, nonchalant demeanor immediately melting away as you throw yourself at him.
valko catches you instinctively, arms curling around you and face burying into the crook of your neck. you press a flurry of kisses to his face, eliciting giggles from the man. his fluffy tail is a blur as you thank him over and over.
when your feet finally touch the floor again, you’re pulling him inside your apartment. “when did you even get a chance to go? thought you had a bunch of meetings,” you pay the spot next to you on the couch, valko joins you quickly.
he hums in satisfaction when he curls up next to you, eyes fluttering shut as you card your fingers through his burgundy hair, scratching at the base of his ears.
“skipped them, if it’s important enough I’ll hear about it,” his words are muffled as he nuzzles his face deeper into your side, taking in a deep breath and relaxing at your scent.
“how long did it take for you to win the plush?” the question makes him tense up, and his tail immediately tucks between his legs. “valko…” your voice makes a small whine leave his lips, yellow eyes staring up at you begging for mercy.
“you love me right?” he asks sheepishly, afraid of being scolded by you.
“very much,” you reply, kissing the top of his head and scratching his ears. he melts into your touch.
“even if i bought the place and spent all day perfecting my evol to get your plush?” his tail wags slowly behind him, the shyest smile you’d ever seen paints his features. you can’t even be mad at him.
“my silly boy,” you chuckle, patting his head before cupping his cheeks and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. he’s on you immediately, body completely covering yours as he melts into your soft touches.
“i did good right?” his eyes are wide and pupils blown as he stares down at you, eagerly awaiting your approval.
“pfft you’re shameless,” you giggle out, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away and grinning up at him. “good boy valko,” you murmur, laughing when he peppers your face with kisses and soaks in your praise.
“so you’re a pro claw machine player with your evol now?” you ask, valko settling at your side once more. his eyes avert your gaze, you can’t help but laugh.
“i had to watch a video tutorial, my evol was useless,” he pathetically admits, burying his face completely into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment. you hold back your laughter.
“aw, my big bad wolf lost to the evil claw machine,” you coo sympathetically, valko lets out a high pitched whine.
“don’t be mean to me, doll” he mumbles, you can feel the pout on his face. you hold him a little tighter as you smile.
“i still love you all the same handsome,” you’re quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “should we go on a walk to cheer you up?” his ears perk up at the words.
