I reach for you as you're calling out my name . . .
【Ｌｏｎｇｉｎｇ】 for your touch to bring me back to life,
Only you can save me, 【ｒｅｋｉｎｄｌｅ】 the flame . . .
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i go by many names, but you can call me vicaria.
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i’ve been having a stressful great time watching the world cup games lately so this is how I think they’d watch sports matches with you
valko: he’s the classic hype guy. loves cheering at the tv, lot’s of ‘let’s go boys!’, an abundance of random clapping, fists pumping in the air when no one on the team’s even done anything that impressive. you’ve started sitting on the opposite side of the couch bc he can’t sit still and keeps jostling you with all that energy.. but you also don’t complain when you end up spun in the air as the team wins or with his head in your lap when they lose.
sylus: the gambling type. he’s spending the game toggling his attention between the tv and his phone to place obscene amounts of money on the craziest bets and the most specific parlays (that somehow always win). He grins innocently when he goads you into betting against him and smirks devilishly when you’re cheering on your least favourite team bc you’ve won.
caleb: is the superstitious fan to a crazy degree. His team once had a huge win while you hung out in the room with him when you were teens.. and you’ve essentially been coaxed into watching every game with him since ‘for good luck.’ He loves it when you get invested with him but definitely keeps and eye on the players you’re keeping an eye on so he can not-so-subtly mention unsavory facts about their personal lives.
zayne: all about the statistics. he might not even be fond of the sport but his sponge of a brain will be absorbing all the information about each player on your team until he’s citing percentages and making critiques and calls. you love it when his face lights up each time his prediction comes true, and he loves seeing the impressed look on yours enough to watch again with you next time.
rafayel: Certified Trash Talker™ in an unexpected way. Seems really uninterested in the whole thing at first, but less than 20 min into the game he’s throwing out things like ‘even fish have better footwork than that.’ Critiquing players’ movement and techniques. And no matter your positions at the start of the game, by the end of it you’re sitting contentedly in his lap as he murmurs in your ear and shows you the right way the athletes should be using their muscles.
xavier: all about the ‘integrity of the game’. He’s been around long enough to see the evolution of most of them and while he’s super invested in the replays and VAR, he almost always disagrees with the ref/calls and thinks they should all be fired. He’s more than happy to ignore the frustration though if it gives him a few hours with you and his favourite snacks.
a/n: wanted to finish some drafts to get out of writer's block before starting two recent requests!
headcanons masterlist
Zayne — Light sleeper. He always takes a shower before going to bed; he can't fall asleep otherwise. Has plain pajamas in cool tones, but in summer, he can sleep shirtless (🫦). Doesn't move much during the night and breathes softly, letting soft sighs pass through his lips when he's fully asleep. As a doctor, he is aware of the rule of no screens before bedtime, but 1) sometimes he goes straight to bed after typing reports, and 2) he likes to chat with you before going to sleep, so he doesn't follow it that much. When you're sleeping by his side, he either lets his arm open so you can cuddle beside him or he fully spoons you.
Rafayel — Heavy sleeper, but he wakes up at random noises, yet NEVER the alarm. He doesn't set alarms unless he has plans with you, and yes, he goes 5:50, 6:00, 6:10, 6:20- it's a nightmare. Can sleep very still and stiff when he finally rests after overworking himself (meaning he doesn't fully rest, but sleep is sleep), or in starfish mode. He has a huge bed for a reason, y'know? Gets tangled in the sheets, his pillows get all messy, and he can sleep in the weirdest positions when he's sleeping by himself. If you're with him, he needs to hug you or touch you in any kind of way.
Xavier — HEAVY SLEEPER. I don't think there's much I can say about him. We know he can sleep on the sofa, the bed, his bean bag... and he's definitely a pretty sleeper most of the time. Key word: most. When he's been sleeping for over 12 hours, his face gets all smushed on the pillows, his lips a little puckered, and cheeks squished oh so cutely, you have to take a photo! If you tease him too much, he won't wake up, but will start mumbling and bury his face in the pillows. Cuteness aggression goes hard with him. Rewarding of his clothes... whatever is comfy and warm will do. If you're sharing a bed, ditch one of the pillows; you're either sleeping on top or underneath him, so no more than one pillow is needed at this point.
Sylus — Oh, he's big. He's taking up a lot of space on the bed, that's why he has a custom-made mattress: perfect size, perfect cushioning. Wears fancy pajamas/robes or sleeps straight up naked/in underwear, on his stomach and face smushed on the pillows too... but he's too handsome, even his smushed face looks handsome, and kissable, too kissable... Don't kill me, but I think he snores a little bit, but it's more like a low grumble. He's a heavy sleeper, but his senses are too sharp; he will wake up if he perceives any weird noise. Most likely to sleep on top of you and bury his face in your neck. Sleeping on your bed will force you to snuggle closer, but oh well... can you reaaaally complain?
Caleb — My poor baby is a light sleeper :( I think it's rare if he gets to the REM phase, so he's always alert and frustrated because he can't fully rest. When he was younger, even if he had nightmares, he could sleep a bit more soundly. Of course, his sleep quality goes exponentially up when you sleep by his side. Spooning you is enough for him, and he likes it when you cling to his arm or put a hand on his chest. He feels like he can finally relax.
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valko's first time watching fireworks doesn't exactly go according to plan...
wc: 1193
content: sfw, fireworks, valko is scared of the fireworks, cuddling sappy stuff, not proofread
you absolutely adored fireworks! the colors, the atmosphere, the food that came along with it… it was one of your favorite times of the year.
so naturally, when you started dating valko, you invited him to a celebration to watch fireworks. he’d told you that his pack didn’t celebrate many holidays, and that he’d never been to something like that.
valko was having a great time at first, eating hot dog after hot dog and burger after burger. he was acclimatizing well!
you saved the two of you a nice spot on the top of a hill, perfectly set up so you can see the fireworks display. you were laying on a blanket covering the grass, head in valko’s lap as he played with your hair.
“you’re gonna love it, valko! there’s always a firework for everyone. me personally, i really like the ones that have like 20 little pops and they go tssss.” you ramble, looking up into valko’s eager eyes.
he looked as excited as you felt, and you were sure if his tail was out it’d be wagging.
“will they hit us?” he asks out of curiosity more than fear.
you shake your head. “ash sometimes hits you, but only if you’re close-”
you’re interrupted by a ‘fwoop’ of a firework shooting into the air, followed quickly by a loud bang!
you turn and look at the sky as bright shades of reds and purples streak across the abyss.
valko’s hand tightened in your hair at the boom, but you just assumed it was because he was caught off guard. it wasn’t until they set off two more fireworks thag you started to worry.
valko flinched at every boom, his thighs beneath your head quivering and shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
you frowned and sat up, turning to look at him. “whats wrong? hey, oh gosh, it’s okay-”
your poor boyfriend was covering his ears and shaking all over, his eyes wide and full of terror. you’d never seen him look scared! not even when you fought a hoard of wanderers or when he almost choked on a chicken wing.
you were about to reach out and hold his face when they set off a bigger firework than before, the boom twice as loud as the previous ones. poor valko jumped up and ran away, much like scooby-doo in the cartoons, his feet moving but his position not changing.
you jumped up and chased after him, but damn your hour of daily cardio stood no chance against a werewolf in fight-or-flight.
you called out for him and searched for valko for 15 minutes before you found him cowering and whimpering in fear under a small bridge in the park you were at.
“valko!” you crouched down in front of him and pressed your hands on top of his, muffling the bangs and booms even more. “it’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you- shit, i’m sorry, i forgot about your hearing sensitivity.”
valko whimpered and leaned his forehead against your chest, trying to hide. his body was trembling against yours.
a few minutes pass and he seems to have calmed down a bit, the noise muffled enough for him to relax. valko pulls his head away from you and looks over your shoulder at the fireworks lighting up the sky.
he flinches every time one explodes, but he still watches for you.
by the end of the firework display, he’s calmed down enough that he’s smiling. but that wasn't enough for you.
“valko, i am so so sorry, i’m a terrible partner, i didn’t even think about the noise-” you hug him, scratching his head.
valko hums at the sensation and nuzzles your neck. the sudden lack of noise makes the air sound like it’s buzzing to him, the only other noise being people chatting quietly as they walk to their cars.
“hey, it’s okay, i didn’t think about it either. i should've known it would be loud when i saw kids with headphones.” he pulls back and smiles at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “can we get me some of those for next year?”
you gawk at him. “next year? you seriously want to come back?”
valko nods and leans back against a supporting beam of the bridge, pulling you into his lap. “of course, you love them. and i kinda ruined your experience this year… i’ll make it up to you next year.”
you scoff. “‘ko, if anything I ruined your experience. i could've planned better, we could've watched them from the car miles away, i could’ve gotten you headphone, i could have-”
“shhhh, enough. there’s no point in ‘would’ve could've should’ves’, it’s over with. i had a good time.” he comforts you. “and you were right, there is a firework for everyone.”
you finally smile at that, the anxiety seeping out of you slowly. maybe, despite it all, valko actually did have a good time. “oh yeah? which one did you like?”
“i liked the ones that went up like…” he mimics it with his hand, dragging his fingers up and spreading them out, before ‘exploding’ them.
you laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest. “i like those too. which colors were your favorite?”
to your surprise, valko answers quickly. “i like the yellow and blue ones.”
you raise an eyebrow and look at him like he’s crazy. “really? that’s.. an interesting combination. i didn’t even see any yellow and blue ones together.”
valko frowns. “they were all yellow and blue.”
“what? no they weren’t! there were red, orange, yellow, green, purple, blue, white, cream- how fid you only see yellow and blue?!” you ramble passionately. had valko somehow managed to only look up when they shot off yellow or blue fireworks?
uh, why was he looking at you like that? valko’s lips were quivering as he held back from laughing.
you growl lowly, annoyed, and flick his fuzzy ears that had popped out sometime in the whole ordeal. “what’s so funny, fuzzball?”
valko finally breaks, laughing in your face. “you’re forgetting a very important detail, sweetheart.” he points to one of his eyes.
your heart sinks and your face flushes with embarrassment. “you’re colorblind- oh my gosh, valko!” you smack his shoulder. “why the hell would you let me drag you to something that is too loud for you and not even pretty! uggghhh this was a waste of your time, i’m sorry.”
valko pulls you against him and laughs. “this wasn’t a waste of my time, you were so happy for those first few fireworks!”
“but you can’t even see what they’re supposed to look like.” you murmur against his chest, feeling deflated. this entire night had gone to shit, and you felt like a terrible partner for not considering his limitations.
valko shook his head. “i see the entire world that way- i see you that way. is that a waste?”
you grumble out a halfhearted ‘no’.
he smiles and pats your head. “see? then it wasn’t a waste. next year, we’ll have an even better time. maybe i’ll get some colorblind glasses to wear with my headphones!”
a/n: happy fourth of july to anyone who celebrates!!
You knew something was off the second Valko came home.
He was quieter than usual. Ears slightly drooped, tail hanging low instead of its usual happy swish. He tried to play it off with a small smile and a “hey sweetheart,” but you weren’t having it.
“Come here, baby.”
You open your arms and he practically melts into you. The big, strong man who usually carries you everywhere lets you guide him to the couch and pull him down so his head rests in your lap. He’s so tall his legs hang off the end, but he curls up as best he can, face buried against your stomach like he wants to disappear into you.
“Rough day?” you ask softly, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching behind his ears the way he loves.
He nods, a little huff leaving him. “Yeah… things aren’t going very well...”
Your heart aches. Your big wolf boyfriend looks so sad and small like this.
You lean down and pepper kisses all over his face: forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his ears. He lets out a soft, surprised little sound, tail starting to wag weakly against the couch. You keep going, murmuring sweet things between each kiss.
“My good boy… my strong, sweet baby… you did your best and I’m so proud of you.”
You play with his hair, massage his scalp, and when he turns to hide his face in your shirt you just hold him tighter. You order his favorite food, bring him the big blanket he likes, and let him stay curled up in your lap for as long as he wants.
At one point he mumbles, voice muffled, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”
You shush him gently and scratch under his chin until his tail wags properly. “Not today. Today you’re my baby and I’m spoiling you. Deal with it.”
Valko lets out a soft, contented rumble, eyes half closed as he nuzzles closer. His tail wraps around your waist the best it can and he finally relaxes, safe and loved in your arms.
You keep petting him, whispering how much you love him, how he’s your favorite person in the whole world, until that sad look in his eyes melts away completely.
You’re sure you’ll love him forever, he’s sure too.
Can I request a smau for all LIs reacting to female reader accidentally messaging him instead of her friend that she likes HIM but she's scared of rejection please?
WRONG CHAT
in which you accidentally confess to the LADS men!
Thank you anon for the idea! Hope you enjoyed it!!
Of course, we don't really know Valko that well yet, so sorry if this ends up feeling a bit OOC later on lol
As always, reblogs are appreciated if you liked it 🤍
⋆.𐙚 ̊“So… what position is your favorite, wolf boy?”
Maybe you’ve been pushing your luck a little too far tonight. Valko had warned you several times that if he came over, he had a few work things he needed to get done. You agreed, because regardless at least he’d be present and you’d get his company.
But… you didn’t realise how tempting the wolf would look simply typing away on a laptop that seemed remarkably small compared to his long fingers. “I’ve particularly enjoyed my time as chairman the most.” He mutters it half-heartedly, brows furrowing as he reads another line of text and back spaces on it.
You find yourself swallowing a groan, of course he’d be so absorbed in his work that he’d interpret your question that way. “No, Val. S’not what I meant…” You suck on your bottom lip, debating if you should really push forward with your not so sweet agenda.
“I meant…” you shift on the couch, pushing to your knees so you can bend down and press your lips to the side of his head. “...what sex position." Everything halts for a moment, and you have to hold your breath in order to not laugh when Valko’s knees slam into the underside of your coffee table.
He had claimed the floor would be a better space to work but now… “Have you lost your mind?” He’s whirling on you, staring up at where you perch yourself on the couch.
It’s not out of anger, more or less it’s out of pure shock. He had been so locked in, nearly done, and there you go derailing his entire train of thought. “Maybe a little. I was just curious if the doggy liked it… doggy style…?” terrible, terrible joke…
Valko stares at you, unblinking for a moment, before a rosy hue spreads up his cheeks. “You’re a devil.” Breathless, pupils slowly dilating as he stares at you. Finishing the project be damned, he’s higher up in power anyways. “Why don’t I show you my favorite?”
“I can’t!” This, by no means, is what you were picturing for Valko’s favorite position.
Your head is nearly pushing through the pillow, spine curving upwards as your fingers dig deep into the roots of his hair. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s brought you over the edge with his tongue alone. “I can’t, Va-ah!” Another orgasm, nearly painful, ripples through your lower half and up your spine.
Your thighs instinctively fight against his grip, attempting to snap shut around his head. As if it would somehow be enough to forcibly detach his mouth from your poor, overstimulated pussy. “Please, Val, I can’t take it!” Shoving hard, he finally eases up. Mouth parting from your cunt with a slick pop, a gingerly placed kiss following.
“You asked me what my favorite position is.” Pushing up on his elbows, he stares down at the glistening mess he created between your thighs. “Was eating you out not an option?” His tongue licks across his fangs before darting out to poke at the reminisce of slick left on his lips. “N-no it wasn’t.” You manage to stutter, body finally melting into the mattress as the exertion of so many orgasms catch up to you.
“You just taste so good, and your smell is so strong down here.” A wave of heat floods you for a whole different reason, legs immediately moving to snap shut but Valko stops you. “Your pheromones, your natural scent? I can smell your arousal, I love the way you smell when you’re turned on. It’s so strong right down here…”
He’s trailing off as his nose twitches, eyes lazily zeroing in on your puffy cunt again. “I could suck on this pretty pussy all night, y’know. Listen to you cry my name over and over, feel your body tremble while my tongue licks your clit, hmm?”
“Valko, please…” A slight crack in your voice, embarrassment and arousal swirling deep in your gut as you realize how quickly you had lost your upper hand from earlier. “Eating me out is your favorite foreplay, what’s your favorite sex position?" Your body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the renewed need to feel him inside of you.
“M’honestly not too sure…” The confession has you sitting up on wobbly arms. It’s your turn to look mildly incredulous. “You’re not sure?” The wolf between your legs finally settles on his stomach, folding one arm under him and using the other to balance his head on his fist. He looks like he’s genuinely pondering the answer to a serious hypothetical, with swollen lips and bed-head thanks to your iron grip.
“I like when you’re on top… so maybe cowgirl?”
Bounce on that wolf dih crazy style fr fr ... part 2? LMAO - Soul
valko is the type to not hold himself back when it comes to railing you, but from time to time would tease you and stop thrusting mid way. he loves seeing you beg
stood up and gave this a round of applause, ur absolutely right anon bae
pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader
synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up...
cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship
wc: 1.5k
a/n: yes this is my way of coping
Valko masterlist (wip!)
Valko was gone.
He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.
You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.
You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore.
So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.
The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.
Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock.
But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.
You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand.
Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.
“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.
You stutter, still shocked.
“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.
Her property? What the hell was she talking about?
“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.
You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.
Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.
You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was.
You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.
She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”
Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”
She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”
The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.
Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice.
“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”
You hang up before she can finish her sentence.
You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.
There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone.
Valko is gone.
Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.
The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating.
You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath.
That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?
Your gaze drops down to your right.
There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.
You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake.
“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.
But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up.
Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.
You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.
Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.
But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words.
His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”
You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.
Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”
Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.
“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.
He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.
“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”
Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths.
His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.
You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap.
He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him.
“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft.
You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.
“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”
“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.
You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes.
But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away.
Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.
He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.
You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.
But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.
His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.
You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.
His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it.
Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”
He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead.
“... I love you.” he mutters.
Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.
He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own.
Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.
cute aggression with valko goes both ways, and it always escalates.
even before you officially start going out, valko often goes out of his way to give you an extra-long squeeze whenever you initiate a hug. all you wanted was a nice warm goodbye hug when he walks you back to your apartment. what you’re getting is a face full of his warm chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that it draws an undignified squawk from your chest.
by the time you’re officially dating, you’re his squeaky toy.
you try to rage bait him by booping his nose, or squishing his cheeks, and he’s biting at your fingers in return. he’s careful with his sharp teeth, for now, but as soon as you’re on top of him, licking into his mouth to trace the sharp edge of his incisors with your tongue, he’s feral.
his fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you even closer. with his free hand, he grasps your hip, holding you down on top of him.
before you know it, you’re grinding down on him, not even embarrassed by your increasingly desperate gasps as you grind on his dick. the friction is enough to make you feel stars, and you know you can cum like this.
valko’s watching you closely as you break away from his kisses long enough to take a desperate, shaky breath. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his flush only deepening when he realises how close you are already.
“fuck, really?” he lets out a disbelieving chuckle and lifts his hips up to help you, grinding up against you so the thick head of his cock presses right against your clit.
Stalker Valko who starts leaving flowers at your windowsill every morning from then on, champagne roses and lily of the valley. Your eyes fluttering open, seeing the flowers bathed in amber one morning or dew dripping down it's petals during another, every single day they are there, a quiet reminder, joy rushing through your veins and making its home in your heart because yeah, there is someone out there, waiting for you to wake up.
Stalker Valko whose wolf rumbles in delight at the light in your eyes, the little happy wiggle that you do every time you smell the flowers and you, brimming with life atleast for those precious few seconds before your brain starts to register the pain again. If he could fight your chronic pain for you, he would. He watches as the brain fog starts to take over and aches. You then get werewolfieawoo's message for the morning and yeah, you are not alone anymore. You get started with your day.
Stalker Valko, as he seamlessly slips into the skin of Chairman Valko always, always has earphones in, whether he's presiding over a shareholder meeting, crisp suit and bossy stare or nerding out in his lab, the clicking of keys a constant symphony slipping underneath the sound of pen scratching against paper, an occasional cuss word; dishes clinking and other such mundane sounds of your existence, keeping his mate close. Every time your message comes through, he pauses everything and actually answers, be it just quiet encouragement or deep dive into were lore for the new fic you were working on, heat rising through his cheeks as he answers yes doll, a were can safely knot a human with enough prep, no doll, dragons don't have phermones and yes princess no need to waste hours to Google stuff like this, just ask me.
On one of your occasional good days, Stalker Valko watches you dance through the window, a rumble in his throat as you weave through the starlight spilling across the floor, hips swaying as music twines around you and oh, what wouldn't he give to just slip into your arms and hold you as both of you sway together, lazy hands around his shoulders and you, tucked into the crook of his neck, a smile creeping across his lips. Patience he purrs. Patience Valko. But he doesn't think he could wait for long to feel the way your lips shape around his name.
Stalker Valko, for all his bravado was terrified. He'd seen what happened to wolves whose mating bond was rejected, seen some humans terrified and repulsed at the thought of loving a were, he's seen proud wolves wither away, their bodies like dying dessicated things going through the motions of being alive and the thought that you might look at him that way causes agony to tear through his limbs, chest caving in, brain in overdrive, making hundreds of plans, all leading to only one outcome, his existence so intertwined with yours, the mere thought of ripping him out of your life fading into impossibility, vowing he'd be a good boy for you, even thought of ripping out his fangs seeming not so bad if it'd give you a semblance of security, nails digging into his skin and lips shaping around your name, something between agony and ardor in his tone.
You see, you've never in your wildest dreams or boldest fantasies expected to have a Stalker. A stalker who made existence easier. A stalker you breathe out, the curl of your tongue against the syllables hiding the yearning words couldn't quite articulate, hope tucked into the corners of your house. The conversations, the flowers, the fresh fruit in your fridge for days you couldn't manage to cook, the notes, the little fucking notes that you find make your chest feel funny, like your prickly heart is kicking up a fuss in there, like you want to bounce about in place, stupid little feelings building in your broken little body with nowhere to go, the sensations growing and growing and oh, oh.
Idk if it’s massive delusion but I’m starting to feel like this was Infold trying to teach CN players a lesson but it’s like when you’re at a family reunion and one of your cousins fucks up but instead of just them getting in trouble EVERYONE gets in trouble…
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