BlackfireCat🐾

#loveanddeepspace 🍎🐦‍⬛girly 24yo

[qiyuearning]

your first time with caleb and he is so, so… how can he even describe it?

“you’re— you’re— i can’t even . . . ohmygod? just wow.” he says all in one breath, eyes struggling to focus on just one part of you. his hands hover just over your torso, tracing the air over eager skin. he doesn’t know if he can handle even a second more of this. is he dreaming right now? is he allowed to?

god, let him have this. finally, his hands find their way to your hips, slender fingers flexing against smooth curves. he could feel your body pressed against his, warm and solid. real.

he always had a snarky quip or a teasing remark to lighten the mood, but right now, all that escapes his lips is an uncharacteristically pathetic sound he doesn’t mean to let slip.

“pip— you’re gorgeous. i mean you’re always gorgeous! o-obviously. always have been,” he sputters, his breathing almost erratic as he chastises himself in an attempt to chase after what little shred of common sense and control he has left. “can i? i mean, will you let me . . . ? no— god, if i could just—“

caleb babbles perhaps a million things per minute—prayers most likely, so fast that it makes your head spin. it isn’t until he feels your touch on his chest that he calms down, your hand warm and solid. real.

“slow down.” you sigh from your place in his lap. he looks like he’s about to burst into tears— or flames. “use your words, caleb.”

he was a man on the edge, a man finally acknowledging his need. his lips found the sensitive spot on your collarbone, teeth scraping against tender flesh lightly.

he looks at you for further permission, a violet gaze that is screaming please, please, please, let me have this. hesitantly, he places an experimental kiss along your jaw. then one to your lips. then another, and another until he can’t remember a feeling that could ever be better than this. it’s desperate, rushed, and a little clumsy, a culmination of years spent holding back.

“. . . words are the last thing on my mind right now, pipsqueak.”

he feels the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your clothes, the weight of your thighs pressed against his. his fingers find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over your skin. his touch is both gentle and possessive, as if claiming something long overdue as his.

[valiantchaosvalkyrie]

Waiting for Valko like

[wetforsylus]

sylus teaching you how to touch yourself ❤︎

cw. kinda condescending sylus ?? (except he sounds a lil nice in this)

It wasn’t like you were completely oblivious on how to do certain things. At first, you were pretty inexperienced and only relied on Sylus’s help with stuff you didn’t know how to do.

But as time passed, you were slowly beginning to learn on your own. And Sylus’s help was only something you rarely needed.

Except for one thing that was difficult for you to master.

Ever since you’ve met Sylus, you were rarely satisfied with touching yourself. It wasn’t like it was completely impossible, but you never felt fulfilled when you finished.

“Sylus–”

“Relax, sweetie.” He mumbled, leaning forward just inches away from you while his hand lingered on the fabric of your shorts. He twirled the string between his fingers, being awfully—poorly slow.

That only made you even more eager.

Without thinking, your fingers wrap around his wrists as you try to control him at a quicker pace; when he notices, though, a sly smirk creeped up his lips.

“Greedy.”

“Please Sylus, I- I had a long day-”

That sentence only made his movements stop and he pondered for a moment. The fingers that were once, just mere inches away from slipping under your shorts, were now slowly slipping away in seconds.

You purse your lips, waiting for his next moves but when he presses his lips against your temple, slowly trailing warm kisses along your face, eventually stopping at the corner of your mouth, you wince.

A whisper of his name left your lips at that very moment, your legs twitch ever so slightly and you were just itching to just grab his hand again. But you hold back, gripping the sheets and—

“You think you could do it yourself this time?”

The question made you freeze. He didn’t ask it in a normal manner, there was a sarcastic almost mocking tone laced in his voice, and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“I.. I don’t think it’ll feel good.” You reason.

Sylus raises an eyebrow and inches back to see if there was any hint of you lying. Because he knows you too well to know that it won’t not feel good. But your expression was just too hard to read this time.

“Alright,” Sylus skipped his gaze down to your fingers, which were already playing with the strings of your shorts, before biting the inside of his cheek in anticipation. “Are you sure you don’t want to give it a try?”

“What if-”

“If you can’t do it then I'm here, yeah? Just give me the signal.”

You couldn’t deny it anymore. As much as you wanted it—wanted his fingers, the needy sensation bubbling inside you, almost making you throw up was getting unbearable.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you start rushing. Like he said, if you couldn’t do it, then he would be there to help. Simple. All you had to do was do a sloppy job, act like you’re struggling and—

“Slow down.”

Despite the warning you were already too much in a haze to properly listen. It was like if he told you something horrible, his voice already sounded like he was saying something so sweet.

“Restless girl.” He chuckled.

Embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help yourself to snap back at the remarks; your fingers were already shaking, lazily rubbing small circles against your clit, causing you to twitch.

Your middle finger glides against your slick folds, leisurely rolling in an unrhythmic manner, the more you started moving, the less you felt like you were enjoying this.

Every stroke left your wrist aching more and more, all you wanted to do was to finish, or let Sylus take over, just anything to help you feel better than you–

“hck- Sylus, I can’t!”

“You can,” He murmured. “Relax, sweetie. Don't focus on anything else, besides me.”

When he notices your eagerness rising, he only sighs. “Breathe. Slow down your pace.”

You whine, bucking your hips desperately for any chance he could read into your actions, just hoping that he would feed into your unfulfilled desire. But when Sylus doesn’t do anything immediately and instead adjusts himself, continuing to watch you while staring down with a stare that could kill—you were already too pent up to counter back.

Your fingers eventually curl, deepening inside you while you thrust at an unrhythmic pace, making your fingers wet with every stroke, the sounds of your digits pumping you every second filled the room, your moans and whimpers leaving your lips like a love song.

“Pathetic.”

You swallow hard when he creeped closer. Finally! Finally he was able to help!

“This is all you’re able to do, sweetie?”

When he placed his hand on yours, practically caging it so you’re unable to escape, you knew you were fucked. Instead of using his own fingers however, he instead was guiding you into a smoother tempo that he would use on you.

And yet, it still didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel the same.

“Look how fast you were going, it was like you were doing it on purpose—wanted to finish quickly on purpose.”

You bite your lip when the grip on your wrists tighten and he starts moving your hand back and forth. You didn’t know if it was a placebo effect or something but you swore there was a change when he was the one guiding you.

“Now relax. You were thinking of me during it, right?”

You nod.

“Mmh, alright, keep thinking of me, think of my fingers.”

As your hand continues moving, you slowly begin to feel better. His voice, that was once pestering you with annoying words, was shifting into a sweeter, more melodic tone the more he spoke. “It seems it is quite different for everyone.”

“And it’s better when you do it…” You grumble, sinking your head into his shoulder, shuddering when you feel his fingers trail against your palm, cascading lower and lower until his fingers were exactly where yours were.

“Poor thing,” He grins, applying a little pressure to your fingers before leaning in and planting kisses across your face.

“Looks like I have more to teach you, then.”

a/n. sort of a remake of an old fic (i ddint know how else to title it so it’s gna be bunz if u search the other one (plz dont)) also I dont think he was really teaching cuz i got embarrassed halfway thru 😓

[dragondelulu]

Soo... yeaahhh. Valko headcanons. Somehow it's three pages long. I think I blacked out somewhere in the middle. Also first time ever writing headcanons.

Valko, who caught your scent when you decided to quickly ran to a nearest store to satisfy your late night craving of something sweet.  You remember the full moon being especially bright that night, when you walked back to your home with a huge amount of various sweets in your hands, completely oblivious to a wolf following you from the roofs.

Valko, who started a full-blown internet investigation on you the second the effects of a full moon disappeared. He was very annoyed by a surprisingly small amount of information about you. Your main social media page looked like you update it once in a blue moon (haha). Your second page under a fake name revealed a bit more about your interests, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.

Valko, who spent several days brainstorming ways to "accidentally" bump into you and somehow came up completely blank. Seriously, why do you spend so much time at home? Why can't you go for a walk? Visit a cafe?  Wander aimlessly through a bookstore? Give him something to work with.

Valko, who monitored your online activity with the patience of a wolf stalking its prey and nearly jumped out of his chair when you signed up for a Twilight marathon at a local movie theater. He immediately canceled two meetings, moved another three, delegated an entire afternoon of work, and somehow convinced everyone it was a matter of national importance.

Valko, who claimed the seat right next to you and tried very, very hard to focus on the first movie, but your scent is distracting enough to make concentration impossible. Who would have thought he would end up sympathizing with a fictional vampire by the end of the night, suddenly understanding the struggle on a deeply personal level.

Valko, who noticed how shy and introverted you were, but also how your entire face lit up whenever someone genuinely asked about your interests. He immediately weaponized this knowledge by peppering you with question after question during the break, listening to every word as though each answer was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.

Valko, who became deeply offended during the second film when you quietly fangirl over Jacob. He starts nitpicking every scene Jacob appears in, pointing out more and more ways a real werewolf would not behave like that. His criticism became increasingly specific, suspiciously passionate, and oddly informed

Valko, who had to fight cuteness aggression when after his long ramble about how werewolves are portrayed all wrong in media, you tilted your head at him with your big eyes and completely dismantled his argument with a soft “But he has fluffy ears.” He had to look away for a second.

Valko, who silently wondered if you would react the same to his ears.

Valko, who offered to walk you home because it is dark and you should not be alone. And definitely not because he wanted just a little more time with you. Absolutely not.

Valko, who mentally applauded you when you stopped outside an apartment complex he knew wasn't yours. A safety precaution. Smart. Very smart. He simply smiled, wished you goodnight, and walked away without a second glance so you wouldn't have to awkwardly pretend to search for your keys while waiting for him to leave.

Valko, who immediately climbed onto the nearest rooftop the moment he rounded the corner and followed you from above anyway, making sure you safely got home.

Valko, who spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if his ears are fluffier than Jacob’s.

Valko, who became the target of endless family jokes after his cousin caught him examining himself in the mirror and heard him absentmindedly mumble "Are they fluffy enough?" No amount of threatening stares could erase that moment from family history

Valko, who continued monitoring your online activity and just so happened to start appearing at places you frequented until exchanging phone numbers with him felt completely natural. You didn't need to know he'd already memorized your number weeks ago and had to actively resist texting you first.

Valko, who started to bombard you with texts, because he needs to share every single second of his day with you.

Valko, who quickly learned all your favorite games and spent all his free time (And sometimes even his work time. Chairman priveleges.) to play them and learn everything about them.

Valko, who intentionally got obscure lore details wrong just to watch you burst out of your shell and passionately explain exactly why he's incorrect. He just wanted to hear you talk.

Valko, who spent days making mods for your favorite game, adding features you absolutely needed, fixing bugs that had been plaguing the game for a decade now, and then sending the developers an absurdly detailed bug report with screenshots, steps to recreate the bug, three different solutions, two follow-up notes and a passive-aggressive little “hope this helps.”

Valko, who discovered that your apartment building allows pets and spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering whether turning into a giant wolf and pretending to be a stray would increase his chances of receiving head pats.

Valko, who accidentally developed an entire internal ranking system for your smiles. Tiny smile? Good. Laugh? Excellent. Snort-laugh? Achievement unlocked. Full-body wheezing because of one of his dumb jokes? He'll be riding that high for the next month.

Valko, who somehow always knows when you've had a bad day before you even say anything. You assume he's incredibly emotionally perceptive. In reality, stress literally changes your scent.

Valko, who had to exercise an inhuman level of restraint the first time he stepped into your apartment to stop himself from openly sniffing everything. Every blanket, every pillow, a hoodie draped over a chair... they all smelled like you. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bury his face in your couch cushions.

Valko, who suddenly got very cold and used the blanket on your couch “to keep warm.” In reality it was the perfect excuse to wrap himself in your scent and pretend that was completely normal behavior.

Valko, who preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor by your legs, claiming it was more comfortable whenever you tried to usher him onto the couch with you.

Valko, who somehow always ended up leaning against your legs while sitting on the floor. He didn't even realize he was doing it until you casually rested your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while standing up.

Valko, who began dragging you out of your apartment at every possible opportunity, claiming you needed sunlight.

Valko, who, despite his golden retriever energy, somehow always found the quietest café or the most secluded bookstore whenever your social battery started running low. He could somehow tell before even you realized you were getting overwhelmed.

Valko, who stood just behind your shoulder whenever strangers bothered you on the street, silently staring without blinking. If they still refused to take the hint, the corners of his lips would slowly curl upward just enough to reveal his canines, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible growl that somehow made people suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.

Valko, who nearly short-circuited the first time you absentmindedly called him "good boy" after he fixed your computer. He froze. Completely. You blinked at him in confusion while he desperately fought every instinct telling him to wag something he definitely did not have in human form.

Valko, who reacted to the sound of a snack bag opening like it was a dinner bell. No matter where he was, he would appear instantly.

Valko, who was suddenly very grateful for your chaotic sleep schedule because it meant he could spend almost the entire night playing games with you, watching movies, or simply existing in comfortable silence while you both ignored the fact that it was somehow four in the morning.

Valko, who challenged you to games over the last chocolate milk in your fridge every single time, but still shared it with you no matter the outcome.

Valko, who completely short-circuited during one of your movie nights when you absentmindedly started playing with his hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut before snapping back open as every instinct screamed at him to shift and flop into your lap. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting unnaturally still.

Valko, who became irrationally competitive with every dog you stopped to pet during walks. "He's cute." "He's drooling." "He's a bulldog, Valko." "Exactly."

Valko, who instinctively positioned himself between you and every large dog that barked at you. Most of them stopped barking the moment they looked at him. Their owners found it very strange.

Valko, who knew the exact moment you realized you liked him, even if you were too shy to say it out loud.

Valko, who became increasingly affectionate afterward, always finding little excuses to bump shoulders with you, sit a bit closer or casually drape an arm over your shoulders.

Valko, who would occasionally stare blankly at a wall for several minutes. If questioned, he would insist he was thinking about work. In reality, he was trying to figure out how exactly one tells the person they like, "By the way, I'm a werewolf."

Valko, who took you for a hike in the forest to clear his mind in a more familiar and comforting surroundings.

Valko, who did not expect a pack of wolves to suddenly cross your path and completely ignore his warning stare, instead snarling at both of you.

Valko, who heard your frightened yelp and lost all reason. His ears and tail appeared and he loudly growled, staring at the wolves, until they backed down and retreated.

Valko, who caught a hint of satisfaction from the wolves before they disappeared. Were they trying to help him?

Valko, whose heart stopped, when he realized that his secret was out.

Valko, who slowly turned to you with slumped shoulders, a tail hanging lifelessly behind him, and ears flattened against his head. He plopped onto the ground in a futile attempt to make himself smaller.

Valko, whose eyes kept darting between you and the ground, looking like a kicked puppy. You were sure you could even hear a quiet whine from him.

Valko, who forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, when you carefully traced his ears with your fingertips before giggling and scratching at the base of his ear just right.

Valko, whose entire worldview shifted the moment he realized your immediate response to discovering he was a werewolf wasn't fear. It was “You're so fluffy.” He was going to marry you. Immediately.

Valko, who from that day forward, was no longer trying to hide his wolfish tendencies at all, because apparently you thought they were adorable and he had no self-control whatsoever.

taglist: @moonlightindeepspace @dandy-lads @quill-for-glory @satansdaughter123 @chubbymochi123 @animegamerfox @sylus-kittenpaw @mitsukichiis @thehyperfixationgirly @remnantsofgildedcages

[r0sehearts27]

You Drive Him Crazy

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Valko's lips collided with yours as soon as you both entered the house. He was growing impatient the entire night and you knew it too. From how you looked at him across the table…to how you smelled.. everything about you was otherworldly. An absolute goddess. The fact he got to experience that everyday was a blessing and he wanted to make sure you knew that too. 

“You drive me crazy…” Valko gently grips your waist, pulling you close so that your chests were touching. “... you know that, right?” 

You can't help but smile at that. “How crazy?” 

Valko let out a breathy chuckle, “Very… very crazy. Pretty sure I'll need to get my head examined because of you.”

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh really?”

He nodded. “Really…” He whispered against your lips. “You are dangerous, Pancake.”

You could feel Valko's muscular leg slowly move in between your own - almost as if he was just testing to see if you would like it. His leg grazed against your pussy through your pants causing you to shudder. “G-guess… you better stay away from me then..” 

Valko smirked, “Guess I should.” He said before closing the small gap between your lips once more. 

As Valko passionately made out with you, he began to gently rock you back and forth on his leg. You moaned softly into Valko's mouth - your tongues dancing with each other. It was overwhelming to say the least but in the best possible way. 

“Val…” You leaned your head back against the door - realizing you guys were still by the entrance, but you didn't care at this point. All you could focus on was how Valko was making you feel. Pure bliss.

Valko stared at your exposed neck, seeing the beads of sweat form. He couldn't help himself and let out his tongue, licking up your neck. And the moan that left your beautiful lips was worth it. You gripped tighter as your back arched into him. 

Valko's tail wagged in excitement as he was enjoying the reactions coming from you. He could also feel himself growing harder by the second but ignored it, wanting to fully focus on you.

He moved his way up to your ear and kissed your lobe. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” He asked as he began moving your hips faster. He could even feel your sweet juices soaking his thigh causing his tail to wag even more - his mouth watering just from thinking about how you taste.

“A-ah! P-please…don't stop..!” You managed to get out as you tightly closed your eyes. Your legs began to shake but Valko firmly pressed his body against you to keep you from falling. 

“Look at me.” Valko pressed his forehead against yours. 

When you opened your eyes you were met with a love drunk expression. Valko was completely drowning in your state of pure ecstasy. He smirked and you catch a glimpse of his fangs. “Atta girl..keep your eyes on me.” 

You trembled as you felt yourself getting close. "V-Val.. I... I need.." You couldn't even form the words but you didn't have to as Valko already knew.

"I know... I know..." Valko cooed, keeping the same pace but pressing you down harder on his thigh. "Do what you need to do, I got you."

You began chasing your own orgasm and soon you came undone as you let out a loud moan. Valko watched you, his own body trembling as he felt his cock twitch. While he tried to keep his composure his tail was wagging at a fast pace knowing he did this to you.

As you came down from your high you slumped against the door - completely in shock with what just happened. "Wow..."

Valko exhaled a tiny, disbelieved laugh. "Wow indeed."

[aphydiite-hiatus]

#bringbackvalko ⠀•⠀ Reblogs appreciated ! ──⠀ cw. fluff !! cute stuff :> no prns / body used for reader. Valko refers to you as his mate. He's also soo in love with you omg <3

no title bc I’ll be real I couldn’t think of one lol

 ⠀⠀ Swathed in the soft, dark sheets of his bed, Valko has a hard time keeping his hands off of you. He's always been a touchy-feely, tactile guy. He aches to touch, to run his fingers over your skin— to fit his hands where they had been last night, gripping tight and keeping you close.

 ⠀⠀ Do you know how beautiful you look, swallowed by his soft sweater and wearing his marks on your neck?

 ⠀⠀ The rising sun can barely get into his bedroom, the curtains shut tight to afford you as much rest as you'd like. But the small slivers of golden light that peek through are just enough to dance on your skin— to remind him how you felt under the palm of his hand.

 ⠀⠀ If he could will it, he'd be curled up around you in those same sheets, his body your personal weighted blanket. But EonCore calls, and there's a meeting that he cannot skip out on, as much as he'd like to.

 ⠀⠀ Valko can't help the slight pout as he gets ready to go— he knows how you'd tease him for it, calling him clingy and all sorts of other things (all true). Thinking about it too much is too tempting and makes him want to be a little selfish and wake you before he goes, just so he can hear you laugh.

 ⠀⠀ It turns out he's a little lucky, though: you make a soft, waking noise in the back of your throat, and soon your eyes flutter open blearily. They meet gold— intent and unwavering, as if they'd been looking at you for a long while. You blink a little, processing your surroundings, him— what he's wearing.

 ⠀⠀ "Going out?" Your voice is roughened by sleep. To him, though, it's one of the nicest sounds in the world.

 ⠀⠀ "Some important meeting," Valko huffs, that pout in full force now. Maybe he's playing it up a bit for some coddling— could you blame him? "Dunno how long it's gonna take, but from the looks of things it might take a while. Sounds like it's just gonna be some boring stuff again, too. Wish I could just stay in here with you."

 ⠀⠀ You giggle, hiding the lower half of your face under the covers. He can feel himself melt at how your eyes sparkle when they look at him.

 ⠀⠀ "Aww, poor wolfie," you coo, grinning. You reach up and pinch one of his wolf ears— when did that even get there?

 ⠀⠀ "You're supposed to comfort me, y'know."

 ⠀⠀ "Aren't I?"

 ⠀⠀ The pout and the furrow of Valko's brow tells you that no, your poor wolf doesn't feel very comforted about having to part with you at all.

 ⠀⠀ Clingy, clingy wolf. You love him so terribly much.

 ⠀⠀ Unable to help it, you press a little kiss to the corner of his lips, giggling when you practically feel his face warm at the affection.

 ⠀⠀ "Go," you say, pressing a kiss to the opposite corner. "Be the cool and smart and suave chairman you are. And when you get back—" you smooch him right in the middle of his lips, grinning at the thump thump thump of his tail on the mattress. Adorable.

 ⠀⠀ "When you get back, there'll be pizza, and netflix, and chocolate cake. We'll have a little date night, just the two of us. Deal?"

 ⠀⠀ "Yeah." There's a lovesick smile growing on his face. "Yeah, okay, deal." He's looking down at you like you're some kind of heaven-sent gift. It's a little flattering, knowing that just a handful of kisses are enough to have this wolf be putty in your hands.

 ⠀⠀ You grin some more with how he's much more enthused to leave now, his tail wagging behind him and a smile on his face as he repeats your promise in his head.

 ⠀⠀ Pizza. Netflix. Chocolate cake. Date night. My mate.

 ⠀⠀ You can't help but giggle— watching him practically skip out the front door was the most excited you'd ever seen him be to leave.

[lvl1l1]

There has always been something unspoken between the two of you.

Nothing harsh, just a soft, glowing boundary you both respected. Valko was careful with you in a way that made your chest ache. He would walk you home after every late night meet up, one big hand hovering near the small of your back but never quite touching. He’d bring you coffee exactly how you liked it, remember the little details you mentioned once in passing, and look at you like you hung every star in the sky. But he never crossed that final line.

And you… you were terrified of ruining the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Whatever you two had was undeniable. Everyone saw it. The way your eyes found each other across crowded rooms. The way his (sometimes) imaginary tail would start wagging the second you walked into a space. The way you’d unconsciously lean into his warmth when the nights got cold during hangouts. But neither of you had said it out loud. Neither of you had dared.

Until tonight.

It was one of those rare quiet evenings in Linkon. The city lights glittered below the rooftop garden where you’d both escaped after a long day. Valko had “happened” to bring a blanket (he always came prepared when it came to you) and two cups of hot chocolate. You were sitting side by side on the wide stone ledge, shoulders brushing, the city humming far below.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said softly. His voice was low like he didn’t want to disturb the quiet, a gentle rumble that always made your stomach flutter. His ears were slightly lowered, a telltale sign he was nervous even if his face stayed calm.

You glanced over at him. The moonlight caught on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft fur of his ears, the way his tail curled loosely around the leg of the bench like it was trying to anchor itself. He looked beautiful. He looked strong. And most importantly safe.

“I’ve just been thinking,” you admitted.

“About?”

You swallowed. The words felt too big for the quiet night, but they’d been building for months.

“About us.”

Valko went still. Even his tail stopped moving. He turned toward you fully, golden eyes soft and searching. “Us?”

The air between you felt charged. You could smell his familiar scent; pine, warm musk, and something uniquely him. It made you brave.

“Yeah. Us.” You looked down at your hands. “The way you look at me. The way I look at you. The way we’ve been… dancing around this for so long. I keep waiting for you to cross that line, but you never do. And I’m scared that if I do it first, I’ll mess everything up.”

There it was. The truth laid bare under the stars.

Valko let out a shaky breath. For a long moment he didn’t speak. Then, carefully, he reached out and took your hand in his much larger one. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles.

“I’ve wanted to,” he confessed, voice rough with emotion. “God, I’ve wanted to kiss you so many times. After every mission when you smile at me like I’m your hero. When you fall asleep on my shoulder during late drives. When you laugh at my stupid jokes.” He gave a small, self deprecating chuckle. “I’m not good at this. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I was terrified of rushing you. Of making you uncomfortable. Of losing what we already have.”

Your heart squeezed so hard it hurt.

“Valko…”

He lifted your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to your palm. His ears were fully perked now, tail starting to wag in a hopeful way.

“I respect you too much to ever push,” he continued softly. “But if you want this… if you want me… I’m yours. I’ve been yours for a long time.”

The yearning you’d both been carrying finally snapped.

You didn’t know who moved first. Maybe both of you at the same time. One moment you were looking into his eyes, the next his large, warm hand was cupping your cheek and your fingers were tangled in the front of his shirt, pulling him down.

The first touch of his lips was impossibly gentle.

It was soft and hesitant. Like he was afraid this moment might disappear. His mouth moved against yours with such tenderness it made your eyes sting. He tasted like hot chocolate and safety and home. You sighed into the kiss and he responded instantly, tilting his head to deepen it just a little, still so careful, so loving.

His free arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. The size difference made you feel delicate and protected all at once. His tail wrapped around your back like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you.

When you finally parted for air, foreheads resting together, both of you were breathing a little harder. Valko’s eyes were half lidded, glowing with emotion.

“Was that… okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You laughed softly, a little watery, and kissed him again, quicker this time, just because you could.

“It was perfect.”

He smiled against your lips, that big, bright, heart melting smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I’ve wanted that for so long, Valko. You have no idea.”

“I think I do,” he murmured. “Because I’ve been losing my mind over you sincr we met.”

You stayed like that for a long time trading soft kisses, quiet confessions, and gentle laughter under the stars. His hands never wandered too far. He was still so respectful, so wonderfully him, even now that the line had finally been crossed.

At one point he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, eyes closed like he was savoring every second.

“I’m going to do this right,” he promised. “Take you on real dates. Hold your hand in public. Be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. Because you deserve everything. And I want to give it to you.”

Your heart felt too full. You kissed the tip of his nose, then his forehead, then his lips once more.

“You already are, dummy.”

His tail thumped happily against the stone ledge. The sound made you both laugh bright, relieved, joyful that echoed softly into the night.

And for the first time, the space between you was filled with something new and wonderful.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Valko: more scientist than chairman?

I’m calling right now, Val’s one of those executives that hate going to parties and putting on the fancy suit, so he spends most of his time down in the labs with the workers, actually helping on projects and being proactive.

I’m speculating that him in that fancy car, gifting MC a magic ring that gives her power over the company? Yeah, that’s just 1%. The other 99%? He’s in full nerd getup, sat in a shrimp position over samples or code. He’s in it for the science, the craft, and making the world a better place. The money is just a tool he utilises to get his and his team’s projects funding. The corporate galas? Shareholder meetings? Having to keep contact with a network of equally, if not more powerful people? It’s what he has to do as part of his job, but not what he enjoys.

Imagine MC goes to his workplace for the first time. She sees this beautiful architectural marvel of EonCore Tech, a spiral stretching out into the sky, then the large lobby lined with plants and a huge fountain, the pristine halls with scientists and corporates walking through. It all feels so pristige and so…unlike Valko. MC can’t imagine him sitting in a big office and doing paperwork.

And she’s right. Because he isn’t. His secretary notifies her that Val is actually barely in his upstairs office and usually delegates the mundane paperwork to his trusted economics and communications advisors. Instead, MC is taken into the lab wing, where Valko’s research facility is located.

She can’t stifle a giggle when she sees him dressed in a white coat, half-sliding down those huge biceps, observing a micro-organism through the microscope and writing something down into a notepad.

“Val…”

The man perks up immediately and grins at her, putting on glasses.

Glasses. The same guy who turns armies of wanderers into mince-meat…is wearing glasses.

It’s so endearing MC couldn’t tear her eyes away if she tried.

“Baby! Welcome.” He stood a tad too quickly, excited but trying hard not to show his ears and tail. “This is my private research facility. Stage of the art stuff! What do you think?”

“That this wasn’t what I expected when you told me you were a chairman.” MC smirked. “I should’ve guessed sitting in one place would bore you though, this feels more like you.”

Val blushed, proudly puffing out his chest. “Well, I didn’t get a degree in biology to sit on my ass all day.”

[cloverbbun]

── ⟢ firsts

♯┆ some of the relationships milestones with Valko

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, fluff and smut, nonsexual and sexual nudity, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, knotting, soft Valko just loving you

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: i'm in deep can you tell? 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 || requests are open

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── ⟢ the first date

Your first date was planned at a fancy restaurant because Valko wanted to impress you a little - the reservation however got jumbled up and you would have needed to wait until a table gets free. You told him that you don't feel like fancy food anyways which was a huge relief to him.

You ended up getting takeout from your favorite place and enjoyed the soft light of street lamps at the local park, talking away while eating. When you started feeling a little cold in the night air, he chuckled and put his jacket around you, insisting that he's a furnace and doesn't really need it anyways.

He walked you home that evening and settled for a simple hug instead of a kiss goodnight-when he leaned in, he could smell your scent mixed with his from the jacket you wore and he knew in that moment that this was something he could most certainly get used to.

── ⟢ the first kiss

The first kiss came unexpected and was almost so short, neither of you could call it a proper kiss. All you did was lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the same time, sensing you closer, and you ended up kissing his lips - apologizing profoundly one second later which made him laugh softly.

"Am i such a bad kisser?" he asked teasingly, seeing the way you grew embarrassed, but his question made you gain your composure again.

"I had no opportunity to find out yet," you mused and your eyes flicked to his lips for just a blink of an eye, but this was all the consent he needed. His lips felt soft against yours, dominant but not suffocating as his lips slowly claimed yours while one of his hands gently cupped your cheek. When he pulled back, a lopsided grin spread on his lips.

"So, am i a bad kisser?" He asked more confident now and you hummed in thought before smiling softly.

"I don't think i can determine that from a single kiss alone" the grin on your lips couldn't even form before his mouth was back on yours again, tongue begging for entrance. Once he pulled away, sharp canines gently pulled at your kiss swollen bottom lip, your hazy eyes and small whimper telling him everything he needed to know.

── ⟢ the first time you see each other naked

The first time you saw each other naked wasn't in a sexual way. You were walking to your place where you wanted to cook for him before watching a movie together, but the weather had other plans.

By the time you reached your doorstep, the both of you were wet to the bones, drenched clothes forming puddles in your hallway as you tried to figure out the best way to move on about this.

"Shower?" You asked softly and nudged your head towards the bathroom, the puddle beneath your feet growing by the second.

"Ladies first" he replied with an apologetic smile-walking to the grocery store was his idea after all, so he could wait.

"And you flood my apartment in the meantime? We can shower together?" You suggested innocently, the wet fabric clinging to your skin stripping you of a clear mind. "If you don't mind... we can also stay in underw-"

Valko was already taking off his wet clothes, not needing to be asked twice to shower together.

Under the steady stream of water, his eyes never looked down your body, respecting you and not wanting to use the situation to shamelessly gawk at you... unlike you who grew familiar with his pecs and occasionally stole a glance at his abs in the meantime.

Just as the cold left your body, you cautiously stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his broad torso, causing his wet tail to splosh against the tiled wall repeatedly. One of his big hands moved to your lower back to keep you close, the other drifted to your hair to hold it against his chest in a deeply caring manner. The noise of water hitting the ground was almost drowned out by his heartbeat that thumped steadily just below your ear.

You two helped one another wash up and you blow dried his tail for him, feeling a little awkward about it but the shyness around each others body was close to non existent after sharing the shower.

── ⟢ the first time he eats you out

The first time Valko gets to eat you out, is when neither of you can keep their hands to themselves after a heated make out session. He sinks onto his knees on the floor in front of the couch you two had been sitting on and gently grabs one of your ankles where he pressed small kisses against your skin. His kisses turn messier the further up he reaches until his teeth sink into the plush of your inner thigh—The little sound you make is the most endearing sound he'd ever heard.

The scent of your arousal had been driving him to the brink of insanity before he even got between your thighs, and now that your legs were thrown over his shoulder he couldn't stop himself anymore. Valko looked up at you once more to make sure that there was no doubt in your eyes, and when you looked at him with so much need, he dove right in. He buried his nose against your panty clad folds, inhaling your scent as if it's the most holy of things — to him it is.

There was no time to take off your underwear, simply using one of his fingers to pull it to the side. The sight of your glistening folds made his wolfish ears lay flat, a sound close to a whimper escaping his throat the second he dove in to finally taste you. And when your arousal melted on his tongue? His eyes were rolling back into his skull, staying between your thighs for his own greed until you had to pry him off after perhaps one too many orgasms and flicks to your overstimulated clit.

── ⟢ the first time he knots you

The first time Valko knots you, wasn't the first time you had Sex, rather the first time he realized that he wanted this —that he wanted you— by his side as his girlfriend, not just to see where things go. You could say that this was the first time that he realized that what he feels is actually love.

He spent the night preparing you with his tongue and fingers as he usually would, his cock slipping into you so easily by the time he finally had you on your back and spread open for him with one leg thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts were much slower than the rather fast speed you've grown accustomed to but they made your toes curl from how you felt him move inside your walls.

You've talked about the possibility of him knotting you before, about what it means for him, as well as for you. So when you felt the thick knot press against your entrance repeatedly while his moans became much more breathless, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him gently, nodding against him to let him know that this is exactly what you wanted.

The feeling of that knot bullying its way into your cunt was borderline painful, but Valko's fingers playing with your clit to help you relax took your focus off the stretch until he was finally inside. Valko's head dropped into the crook of your neck, a strangled moan of your name escaping his lips as you felt his cum painting your insides with nowhere to go.

It made you feel incredibly full, and he whispered sweet praise into your ear before flipping you around to rest on his chest. There was no rush with anything, just heavy breathing and gentle touches filling the comfortable silence. This was his form of aftercare, keeping you close and helping you catch your breath—and when the knot eventually swells off, he'd help you into the shower to clean you up, changing the sheets while you let the water cascade down your tired body.

── ⟢ the first i love you

The first time Valko told you these three words was in that very night, cuddled up in fresh sheets while snacking on some brownies.

Your head was resting on his shoulder and his tail was sweetly tucked over his and your body as if he held you close with anything he had. You barely heard him say it over the noise of your favorite movie running.

"What was that?" You asked tired, opening your tired eyes to look up at him, craning your neck to take a look at his handsome face.

"I said I love you, pancake." He smiled down at you, sharp canines showing and the sweetest, love struck look on his face.

"I love you too, Valko" you hummed and kissed his jaw ever so gently before tucking your head back under his chin where you could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage, almost at the same speed as his tail was wagging against your leg.

[blueberrie-yui]

˗ˏˋ Daydream : 001 - Lover! BF! Valko x Fem! Reader ; Unpleasantly Pleasant Jock ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ੈ♡‧₊˚「 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕠 」 ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

╰┈➤ ❝ [ one kiss for the good boy, please? ] ¡! ❞

He's stupid. Yes, despite the fact he is more wealthy than the past ten generations of your family— He is stupid. Stupidly sweet and romantic. How did you pull him again, or rather, how did he pull you of all people?

Perhaps it's that charming magenta hair of his, no, maybe not, it reminds you of the assholes you had to deal with in school. His body? Maybe, maybe not. He's definitely those kind of men who worship the gym, they live and breathe in it. Those golden eyes of him that can never tell you no lie no matter how hard he tries perhaps? Hm. Who knows.

Valko smells like protein powders and that expensive designer cologne he has around. His scent grows stronger as he inches closer and closer to you who is currently leaning on the wall and facing the corner in a complete daze.

Anyway, why are you upset?

Valko was scratching his head, his tail flicking from left to right, completely lowered and his perky ears are tucked down.

"Baby, did I do something wrong?" He cooes, poking at your arm cautiously as if it were a paw.

He really is a dog, figuratively and literally.

"I can take you out for a ride, maybe we can shop together?" Valko hummed, nuzzling his chin slowly on top of your head. "Mn, maybe not, the weather is not good. I'll stay here"

He starts to rub your arms, your smaller frame tucked in his embrace. Valko is experienced with comforting, er,... To children at least. He's not good with people his age. He loved playing with his nephews and nieces, they often ran to him when they trip and whimpered against him. He would always hum a familiar tune, a tune his grandmother used when he was but a little puppy still learning how to walk and play.

He grew up with love.

He wishes to share that love with you.

"Don't be too upset, your eyes will be puffy and you will have a hard time waking up tomorrow and then you'll take it out on me again" Valko teased, roughly rubbing your foreheads together.

He smiled when he heard a little giggle from you. It's a very sweet sound that he wishes to hear more and more often.

"There we go, that's my girl" Valko chuckles, kissing your temple and your cheeks, peppering them in a slow way so he could savor your joy more. "Smile for me a bit more, yeah? I'll make you happy everyday. Everyday."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Hello, this is Yui. I dedicate my first fanfic in my rebrand to you Valko girlies. Please smile. Dry your tears for a bit and drink lots of water. Sleep when you need to sleep. Global will do it's best to fight to bring our wolfie back. We won't give up on him if you have given up the fight. I hope this little piece of fanfic can make you smile even if it's sloppy and clumsy. Forgive me, I quit writing for quite some time now and only got picked up my pen (humor me pls) for Valko fans. ꒱

✦ ♡ —! stories written by yui; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[zaynezone]

"My punishment is...I'm not allowed to blow you for a week?"

You blink at Zayne, truly taken off guard. Sure, you knew he wanted to get a bit more...effective, but this seemed like a breeze.

"It's something you enjoy, isn't it?" He seems pretty confident in the decision, but you have to question it.

"I mean, of course, but isn't this more of a punishment for you?" He'd clearly expected you to say that, shrugging with just a faint smirk on his lips.

"I suppose we'll see."

Three days later, you've never wanted a punishment to end sooner.

It's Zayne's fault, really. He's always attractive, but he's been looking downright sinful these past days. He forgoes a shirt around the house, something about the heat, and his shorts are always slung so low you can see a peak of the happy trail he'd FINALLY stopped shaving after your pleading.

"Feeling alright?" He's just finished a workout, given the sweat along his abs. Oh, he's playing dirty.

"I'm fine." You're not even meeting his eyes, staring at his glistening abdomen and resisting the urge to lick your lips.

You'd never felt like this until Zayne. It was something about him in particular that just always made you want to blow him, to see his face contort in pleasure and gasp your name.

"I should shower now. You're welcome to join me. I suspect you'll want it turned to cold?"

Son of a bitch.

[messymew]

Calling him a good boy (Valko)

18+ mdni

I got a request for a subby Valko and I went feral just at the thought because that man is a SUB TOP and no one can tell me otherwise. This ain't even a headcanon it's just the truth.

pairing: sub!Valko x reader

tags/cw: subby top valko, grinding (m), leg humping (m), praise, knotting mentioned, cumming in pants (m), pet names, Valko calls reader "miss" and "pup", pathetic loser valko lowkey

an: this is lowkey ass idk why my writing has declined so much </3 it's the stress + this was written at 4am bear with me. I was gonna scrap this but maybe yall will like it

wc: 1.3k~ not proofread if you see a typo no you don't

Valko has very big eyes. Not in the creepy kind of way, but in the puppy kind of way. And it's like they get even bigger when he's around you. The way he stares at you at any given time is adorable. You could be in the middle of a deep conversation and he'll go silent, looking at you with those perfectly cute puppy dog eyes. It's unfair for anything as huge as he is to look so…small.

He acts like a puppy despite his size, coming to you when he's hurt (even if it's just a small scratch), and even taunting you to play with him and give him attention at times. Despite his playful tendencies, Valko always takes the more dominant role between the two of you, always calling you “pup” and taking care of serious matters. He keeps up the strong and brooding front quite well, but it's undeniable that he's completely hooked on you.

Anyone else that knows him wouldn't be caught dead believing the scene playing out now. This big, hunky, fearsome “monster” is currently lying in your lap while you pet his hair. His tail wags languidly side to side, thumping against the back of the couch where his huge body is folded against yours. He had insisted on sharing the couch with you despite your warning that there would never be enough room for that. Naturally, he didn't care at all and he did it anyway.

Normally, you would complain about his weight or heat, but he seemed particularly clingy tonight. You didn't want to put a damper on things, so you dealt with the slight discomfort until it faded. His heavy frame on top of you was actually sort of nice, like a weighted blanket. He shifts slightly closer, glancing up at you to inadvertently see if you're really uncomfortable. One of his bulky thighs was over yours. He had secretly moved closer just to be a bit closer to where he could smell you better. He'd move if you asked him to, but you would never do that.

“Sweet…”

His voice was barely a whisper as you felt his nose twitch against your neck, inhaling your scent with deep breaths. Your hand scratches the back of his head and he nuzzles deeper into your embrace. His tail starts to wag faster, and you had no idea that wolves could purr until now. At least that's what it sounded like; a warm sound rumbling from his chest that's not quite a growl. You've found his sweet spot. You move your hand behind his fluffy ear and scratch there next, earning you a low whine from him.

You can't help but chuckle softly at his reaction, not because you find it funny or embarrassing, but because you find it ironic that something so large and imposing can be reduced to this just from a few scratches.

“So you like this spot.” You observe, thinking out loud. Your eyes soften as you look down at him.

“You're such a good boy.” the words slip out before you can even think about them fully.

Valko's ears perk up immediately and his head snaps up to look at your face directly. His eyes are wide, lips slightly parted to reveal his cute little fangs. You look surprised at your own words, but you wouldn't dare take them back. They were true after all.

“A… what?” His voice is soft despite the deepness. He has to make sure he heard that correctly. He also really wants to hear it again.

“a good boy.” You repeat yourself, looking into those big eyes “you're a good boy, Valko.”

You feel his body tense against yours with a mixture of excitement and something else. Valko's mouth suddenly feels dry, and his wagging has kicked into overdrive. That's when you feel a hard, thick ridge pressing against your leg. You shift slightly and he growls softly, tightening his grip on you to stop you from moving anymore.

“Shit… don't move. Just—” He rasps out, suddenly avoiding eye contact. His tail still hasn't stopped wagging and you can see his face getting redder by the second, chest heaving against yours.

Your hand cups the side of his face before you can even give it permission, your thumb rubbing over his heated cheek. He nuzzles against your affection, inhaling your scent once more from your palm and wrist. His hips roll slightly against your leg. He can't help it. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I'm sorry… I don't…” he's at a loss for words.

This is the most vulnerable you've ever seen him and you'll be damned if you don't use it to your advantage. You want him to be vulnerable around you. To feel safe with you. To feel loved. “Shh… it's okay.” Your voice is warm, calming despite the heat you feel pooling between your own legs. “Tell me what you want.”

His Adam's apple bobs visibly at your prompt. What does he want? So many things. He wants you. Any and every part of you. His tail continues wagging even as he hesitates. “Just…” his hips roll against your leg more firmly, more purposefully. “Like this. Please, miss.” the title spills from his lips before he can stop it. If you weren't wet already, you sure are now. You cradle his head as his hips continue rocking, slow at first but gradually getting more desperate.

“Good boy… that wasn't so hard, was it?”

All he can do is whine again, high pitched and needy. His hips continue bucking at an almost frantic pace, making you coo as you pet his ears which are now pinned flat to his head. You shift your leg slightly to press harder against Valko's thick, throbbing cock, making him groan.

He's gotten even bigger now, leaking so much precum that it's starting to seep through his sweatpants. He bites back a growl as he grinds harder, claws digging into the pliant upholstery of the couch as tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he struggles against his self restraint.

“Who's a good boy?”

Another quiet whine. You smirk, running your thumb over his bottom lip and pulling it down slightly to reveal his lower canines. He instinctively opens his mouth full to lick your finger gently, fangs grazing the soft skin.

“Me, miss” he manages, his tone a mix of a question and a statement

You press your thumb against his wet tongue, making his tail wag even faster at the extra attention.

His voice comes out slightly muffled by your finger- “Pup— miss, feels so good…gonna fill you up. Take it.. please.” He's lost in his own little world, completely enveloped by the feel and scent of you.

He can feel his knot start to bulge at the base of his already girthy cock “Nngh fuck, gonna squeeze it in, pup. You'll take it so good, yeah? All the way… shit— Miss—”

He buries his face deep in the crook of your neck as his thighs tremble with his well earned release. His hips continue rutting against your thigh despite his sensitivity, making him beg and whine as if he can't control his own body.

When his high finally comes to an end, he's a panting wreck on top of you, practically drooling against your skin as he barely catches his breath. His full weight is on top of you now, both of your pants wet and sticky from his hot cum.

It's a few minutes before he manages to sit up slightly and shake his head in a useless attempt to clear it. You're still pinned beneath him, his heavy hips now resting between your legs. Your eyes widen as you look down. He's already hard again, his red, leaky tip peeking out from beneath his sweatpants and boxers that had naturally shifted from the friction.

Your eyes trace a path back up to Valko's face again. His tail twitches hopefully behind him as his ears flatten again.

“Miss… please...” He knows you can't resist. He's playing dumb. And those damn eyes...

This night was far from over.

This was written by request!🐺 © All written work is made by @messymew. Do not copy, translate, steal, or feed AI with my work.

[mwphisto]

I'm struggling to keep my eyes open but I just want to share that I am a "Sylus would bury his face into your pillow so he can smell you and hump the fuck out of the mattress pretending its you until he busts all over the sheets and his tummy and makes a big mess" truther... and with that I'm gonna go listen to the 210 ST audio again good night

[allyyyyysposts]

He was standing a few ways away, completely minding his own business. Then it happened.

You got an idea. You had a wonderful, awful idea.

With all the speed of someone committing mischief, you skid to a stop in front of him, turn around, place your hands on your chest and lean back.

"TRUST FALL!"

S Y L U S 🐦‍⬛

Sylus doesn't even look away from whatever he was so focused on. Only flicking his palm and suddenly wisps of red and black surround you. He only at first to do as was intended of a trust fall exercise, but then again he always had been a bit of an overachiever, hadn't he?

Slowly but surely, you're lifted into the air, and soon you're screeching at him to put you down.

"SYLUS IT'S A TRUST FALL! PUT ME DOWN!"

"Don't you trust me then, sweetie?" he purred, angling you just right so that now you're looking down at him. He watches you squirm a couple more times, before he eventually brings you back down to Earth. Safe and sound in his arms. Which you smack for his antics.

Z A Y N E ❄️

He's scrambling to catch you while holding a thick stack of whatever research he was currently working on. While he's sturdy enough that you both don't fall when he catches you, he also doesn't like the way you slip even a little bit from his grasp. No, that just won't do.

"Please refrain from sending me into cardiac arrest with things like this," he scolds, helping you stand up while overlooking your form for anything amiss.

You giggle despite yourself, "The most renowned heart surgeon, getting a heart attack?"

"I'm glad you find so much amusement in this." He replies, his voice low and in a tone that suggests you were most definitely not getting away with this. Not by a long shot.

C A L E B 🍎

With the speed befitting only that of a skilled colonel, Caleb catches you just in time, even going the extra mile of wrapping his arms around your form and practically squeezing you to his chest.

It's comforting, the feel of his chest against your back. So much so that you find yourself leaning back even further, shutting your eyes as you hear him huff amusedly.

"I didn't know we had a new training regimen in place," he spoke through your thrilled giggles, lifting you just a bit from the ground and before he spins you.

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summary ♡ losing your job takes a serious toll on you and when your roommate’s "co-worker" isn't able to make it for a stream, an unforeseen idea sparks

content ♡ camboy&roommate!valko/reader, livestreamed sex, oral(fem!receiving), p in v (obvi lolll), he calls you pup bc why not

wc ♡ 4.7K (WOWOWOWOW)

a/n ♡ SURPRISEEEE!!! this may not be good, not too much

Trying to find a job was hard.

Trying to find a job while also being unemployed was even harder.

But you swore not to be too hard on yourself when you knew well in your heart that you were trying your best. Doing such a thing served you no justice and only made what was already a stressful experience, even more difficult.

No one anticipates being grouped into their company’s massive layoff, not when they swore that they had been a good little sheep in the communism hamster wheel of meetings, late night projects, and stacks of paperwork. Though with luck almost as bad as a cursed cartoon character, of course life would play out in a way that delivers you such heavy-hearted misfortune.

So, as you step into your apartment, trying your hardest not to breakdown after another shitty interview and realizing that you’ve officially been jobless for nearly five months now, all you can think of is some good food and your bed that you plan to rot in indefinitely.

“You look exhausted,” Valko says to you from where he lounges on the couch. “Another bad day?”

You’ve been disassociating so much the last few weeks that you actually tended to forget that you cohabitated with another person. Rather than being able to sulk in your feelings and waste away from the never-ending disappointment, your roommate wasn’t exactly the kind of man to let you if he had any say.

When you decided to share a space with one of your closest friends, especially one with a personality as out there as his, you figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Although it took you a few days to consider his offer, eventually you knew that the benefits were far too great and as time progressed, it proved to be a dynamic going strong for the last three years.

Where you kept to yourself and avoided the unnecessary, he was quick to speak up and make his voice heard. Truly, it was perfect.

You just never anticipated being the one who would be forced to hear it the more your frustrations and grievances became harder to mask.

You kick off your shoes and remove your cardigan in silence, intentionally ignoring him and focusing on whatever commercial that had put a pause to the media he was streaming.

“Am I asking for trouble if I say anything else?” he adds as you plop yourself down on the couch next to him and take a piece of beef jerky from the bag he’s nearly finished with.

“You're so greedy.” He raises a brow and tilts his head with confusion like a lost puppy at your comment.

“You do know that you’re the one eating my snack, don’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t mind sharing with me.”

“I don’t mind. Not at all.” He pauses his wildlife documentary, clearly ready to keep the conversation going and for all of his attention to stay on you. “But you’re the one raiding my stash and calling me names. Then you don’t even say hi. Do I mean nothing to you?”

“You just got this bag this morning and it’s already pretty much gone, dude,” you chuckle. “Greedy, dramatic, and sensitive.”

“You’re pivoting, you know? Not very good at being subtle about it either.”

You didn’t want to talk about it. You really, really didn’t.

You didn’t want to explain what he clearly already knew and didn’t feel like hearing the same reassuring words that weren’t doing anything to ease your constantly racing mind.

Valko leans over and snags the practically empty bag from you and tosses it somewhere out of your reach.

“What the hell is your problem—”

“You’re trying to shut me out again and I’m not letting you do that.”

“Does it kill you to not overstep?”

“That was so damn cheap.”

“How about add nosy to the list while we’re at it.”

“Concerned is more like it,” he corrects. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard when I told you to ease up? You do know that besides being your roommate, I am your friend. And friends don’t let their friends do and experience shit alone. You’re not doing this by yourself and I wish you stopped acting like you are.”

Already, you want to cry. Again.

The tears burn behind your glassy eyes and the uncomfortable tingle in your jaw makes it tick with the urge to let the waterworks flow freely.

Ever since you’ve been trekking through these unexpected hardships, Valko has been covering everything. Rent, groceries, utilities—the whole nine yards. He made you promise to not dip into your savings or to overwork yourself to try compensating for anything he wasn’t expecting of you.

What should’ve been relief had been a nightmare for you ever since.

You’ve always been able to have his back in some way, always have been able to be a dependable counterpart in your two-party pack. But ever since you lost your job, you’ve had to lean on him 100% and never have you ever felt so helpless.

Sure, his job does pay well. Very well, in fact. So much so that necessities and wants for both you and him were expenses he had no qualms about paying.

When he suddenly told you that he planned on seeing what it was like to be a camboy a few years back simply because he had the face and body for it, to say you were stunned was an understatement. At the time, he quite literally said one of his biggest reasons for contemplating such an idea was because he was “bored”. You weren’t one to discourage him if he had the confidence for it either.

Valko’s always been one to try his hand at something if he figured he’d be good at it. Combine that with his carefree-like approach to almost anything he sets his mind to, it shouldn’t be shocking that not only was he right in his assumptions of anticipated success, but he practically became one of the best known in the business what felt like overnight.

Working independently, it wasn’t long before agencies were reaching out and established workers wanted to work with him. Playing his cards right, he chose to remain solo, but when he partnered with the right people and produced the content the fans were begging for, his popularity and finances boosted exceptionally in record time.

To some extent, it’s been a rollercoaster for the both of you. He had to adjust to the recognition and demand while you had to do the same with all the things that could possibly come with the territory of having one of your closest friends be both your living partner and someone who has sex with others on camera.

You felt guilty for your lack of contribution irregardless of the reassurance he gave you and with the sincere look on his face, you were almost certain he could see it.

“We’ve already talked about this, Val.”

“So why does it seem like you still don’t get it?” He sighs, placing his hand on your head and making you turn it to face him instead of the coffee table like you’ve been doing this whole time. “It’s pretty bogus, if you ask me.”

He raises an eyebrow when you sit there silently with such a defiant expression, chuckling at the pouty lips and blank stare.

“Because you don’t get it. You’re not in my position, how could you even?”

“I don’t have to be. I know which one I’m in and I told you what it’s gonna look like until something changes. Nobody’s rushing you around here but you. Funnily enough, you’re the one that doesn’t see that.”

“Oh, you’re sooo inspirational,” you comment sarcastically as you drag out your words. You go to remove his hand from you. Ignoring the truth in his words helps you cope. “Let’s get this one a talk show.”

But he doesn’t let you discard his touch so easily, hand slipping down to the back of your neck to evade your move. He sees the way you tense as much as he can feel it, smiling to himself when your eyes widen and your lips press together.

“Nervous, huh?” Valko’s thumb swipes across your nape gently. “It’s always so easy to mess with you.”

He’s a friend. He’s always been a flirt. Don’t read too much into it.

“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”

“You think just because you’re wallowing in your emotions that I’d let you off easy?”

“Off,” you repeat, trying to shrug him away, but to no avail. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work anyways? Isn’t that guy coming by? Caleb or whatever?”

Valko raises his arms in amused defeat as he follows your stern order. “He cancelled today. Had something come up. I was gonna tell you later.”

Then that meant… “What about the stream you have to do today?”

“I’m still doing it, just by myself. Probably won’t be as fun for everyone since he can’t make it, but I’m nothing if not resourceful.”

If they were truly present in your head, certainly the both of you would’ve been capable of hearing the gears turning.

You stay with the egregious thought for a minute—a long minute, actually.

Valko, a popular and overly loved camboy with copious amounts of supporters. A job where he makes and earns money in real time. Thousands of fans in one stream surely has to equal the same in revenue, at least somewhat.

You don’t have a job.

You need something to not feel so awful.

It’s quick and relatively harmless.

But this is your friend. This will change the dynamic drastically—forever. Maybe he could handle it, it’s just work to him after all. Another day in the “office”. But could you? Do you want to add more turmoil to your already raging flame?

“Can I...” You stop yourself.

Should you really be asking this? Are you ready for something so extreme and sudden? But the opportunity is sitting in your face and begging to be taken.

“Can you what? Don’t give up, I believe in you,” he jests, leaning into you slowly and close to nudging you with his shoulder.

You push him away immediately and ignore his exaggerated look of betrayal. “Could you be serious?”

“If you could finish your sentence, I can think about trying.”

Rolling your eyes and huffing out a shaky breath that he hears too clearly, you muster up the courage. Or whatever this kind of audacity is.

“What if… what if I take his… place?”

The room falls silent. Too silent. For a second, you think you might’ve actually stopped his heart.

“… What the fuck.”

Not what you were hoping to hear, but it’s a fair reaction nonetheless.

“We don’t have to show my face,” you urge. “I don’t want to show it at all, actually. Just hear me—”

“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”

He doesn’t get to shut you down like this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coming from what you’re genuinely considering or the desire to make some kind of progress in something that’s been so dormant, but if he would just work with you.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for months, Valko!” He freezes at your voice raised so suddenly, gaze flickering between your clenched fists and avoidant eyes. “Maybe it’s just desperation. Maybe this is so irresponsible of me and… and m-maybe I’ll regret it in the future. But I can’t keep sitting here and failing, okay?”

“How many times do I have to tell you—”

Your head shakes immediately to swat away what’s supposed to be uplifting if you’d let him finish.

“I trust you. I trust you get where I’m coming from and why I’m trying to do this.” You move closer to him, trying not to let it sting when he watches you warily like you’re not in your right mind. “If you don’t want to do it with me, I rather you just say that. But… but I can do it. If you let me, Val, I can show you. Please.”

He tries to ignore the way his dick twitches from the softness that claims your tone. His sweatpants feel like they've suddenly shrunk three sizes and are suffocating him. But the way you cling to him, how you beg…

“I don’t want to take advantage of you being in such a vulnerable place, pup. That’s not my style.”

“You aren’t if I’m asking for it. I want… I want to feel like I’m doing something—that I’m helping and that I believe it in my own terms.”

His features soften. He’s always given you everything you wanted. How could he deny you when you come to him like this? Even with his concerns, he can’t ignore the temptation.

“… Nothing’s gonna change about us? You won’t run when it’s done?”

Your head moves side to side, decision firm and resolute. “I promise not to.”

It’s been hours since you had that conversation and only now were your nerves trying to get the best of you when the act itself was this close to happening.

Seeing Valko live and in his element was different from watching behind a screen in secret. Of course you watched him from time to time, it wasn’t abnormal to be curious. How could one not be?

Were you proud to say that you’ve seen your friend’s cock? Or that you’ve seen what he looks like when his strong thighs are covered in his cum? Or how he sounds when he edges himself for over an hour? No, not really. But you’d be lying if you said you regretted seeing or enjoying it.

The minute he started, having you sit beside him and out of view until it came time to do what the both of you were there for, his stream was flooded with donations, comments, and viewers, instantly.

It almost made you nauseous, seeing the number of watchers jump from 0 to 20, 500, then surpassing the thousands faster than you could blink. He gave them that flirtatious banter and cocky energy effortlessly, teasing a few supporters and playfully reprimanding others for their smutty dialogue.

This was easy for him, at least it had become so with time, and it forced you to observe with admiration.

He didn’t even have to do anything different outside of who he is naturally, simply sitting at his desk and staying dressed in the same comfortable attire you found him in after coming home.

There was something about Valko that you could never put your finger on, and that amplified as you paid close attention to the way he interacts with the people who love him and his body.

valsbabydoll: isn’t caleb supposed to be here today??

locawerewolf: can we get to itttt

valkosprincess: he’s so sexy, i’m dripping

“Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, eyeing the way they urge him to reveal what he’s been holding onto. “But Caleb couldn’t make it tonight.”

You can already sense the kind of reaction he’ll get for telling them something so disappointing when their expectations were so high, but he continues with confidence. Whether it’s in you or him, you can’t tell.

“I’ve got something else you might like. Someone I know I will.”

Valko looks your way and throws you a reassuring wink, tilting his head for you to stand and come to him. Was it wise to read into his words or was all of this “on the clock”?

The camera’s been angled in a way that only shows your body from the chest down, keeping it safely away from revealing your face. Your body is completely covered in goosebumps, and the jitters are buzzing from your fingertips all the way to your toes.

Turning in his chair, he looks in your direction and caresses you from your ass to the back of your thighs. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

It takes everything to not let your knees give out as he feels on you so tenderly, switching from grabbing the flesh of your ass through your shorts to tracing his fingers dangerously close in between your legs.

“We’ll both do good for you tonight, so make sure you let her know how much you appreciate it.” His hand slips up your tank top from the side, making him grin when you twitch. “I think it’s about time we got started."

“When I’m touching you, you focus on me. They’re paying you to feel good, remember that.”

That’s what you try to keep in mind when Valko’s lips connect to the exposed part of your stomach. It’s what he told you after you reassured him for what felt like the hundredth time that you were not changing your mind. Besides safe words and mutual understandings set, he needed you to feel good. He needed you to have fun and he would put in all the effort necessary to ensure that outcome.

So instead of trying to see what his fans think of you, your body, and unexpected appearance, you fixate upon the warmth of his tongue as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses on your tummy and the strong arm he keeps wrapped around you so that you can’t slip away from him. You find your back arching the slightest into his affection the more he gives it and that alone was already surreal because of how natural it felt.

Your fingers cling to the soft strands on his head, running them through his scalp as stimulation for his own satisfaction and as a way to keep you grounded. All you have is the dimmed off-white light coming from his computer monitors and the lamp he has lit to see how he almost loses himself in catering to your torso alone. With you being so reactive to how he nips at your soft spots to make you whine and hiss with pleasure, he could see himself staying there for a very long time.

“Val… p-please” you whisper through a gentle moan when he hums against you in acknowledgment to the sounds you make in response the sensations.

“Don’t be impatient.” It’s ironic for him to taunt you this way when he says that with his sentence muffled since he won’t pull away. “Savoring my treats is what I do.”

He goes for your bottoms next, hooking his thumbs into them and slowly tugging them down whilst seemingly trying to leave an imprint of his lips on your skin.

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The automated voice reading out the note attached to the gift makes Valko laugh and sends vibrations through you.

“Everyone’s just as eager as I am.” He looks into your lust-filled eyes, searching for approval and making a silent promise. Your quick and little nod is what he needs before pulling them down your legs completely and following them to the floor as he removes himself from the chair and falls to his knees.

He has your leg hooked over his shoulder fast, burying his entire face in your pussy as if he’ll die now if he doesn’t inhale you deeply from the source. You have to regain focus quickly and brace your palms to his broad shoulders as he pulls a hearty cry of pleasure from your unexplored depths.

The sounds of him licking and sucking you in such a place, feeling him groan and lap you up as if he’s been stranded in a desert—right here and right now, he owned you.

Donations were coming in waves as you looked out the corner of your eye through hazy vision. Watching your friend taste you like this for thousands to see… you wanted more. The way his jaw moved and how the muscle in it jumped the harder he worked to consume you was intoxicatingly addictive.

“I’m gonna… w-wait. Hold on…!” You try warning him, but your pitched cries and nails digging into his skin is his reason.

Valko sucks your clit into his mouth the more you squirm, focusing all his attention on the swollen bud that pulses against his tongue as his mouth is flooded with your sweetness. He then widens and flattens the muscle along the slit of your puffy cunt, forcing you to nearly hunch over from the dizziness of his overwhelming gluttony.

You can’t utter another word when the tip of his tongue slips into your quivering hole. That and his nose nudging against you is what has the expert holding you by the ass to keep you rooted on his greedy mouth that sucks you dry when your orgasm confiscates all your senses.

You’ve never wailed from such a thing this loud in your life—ever.

“Even better than I expected.” You can’t tell if the glow on his face is from your slick or the fact that he’s thriving off your essence. It’s like he’s almost in disbelief himself. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”

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“What a coincidence. So do I.” Even breathless and covered in you, he’s still so cheeky.

He presses another kiss to his new favorite place, leaving a trail as he begins to stand. Your shirt rises with him until it’s off completely and a nipple is claimed by him immediately.

“Ah—Hold… Mmph, Valko, that’s s-so…” You’re incoherent now and leaving you speechless has become his guilty pleasure.

His cock brushes up against you and you feel just how much he’s been holding back. Taking his time to tend to you, to relax your mind and body to be ready for both him and this experience, you realize now you could never repay him for something of this magnitude. But, you’d be a liar to say you’d never try.

With newfound boldness, you snake a hand past his elastic waistband and into his pants. As soon as your hand wraps around his cock, you give all the attention to his leaking tip that now creates the same mess in your palm as it’s done all over him.

“Trying to kill me?” he rasps, nose buried in your neck as if your scent will keep him from truly collapsing. “Goddamn, y-you… shit, that's good..”

You look at the screen again and this time he does the same to see what everyone else does. His cum just barely seeps through his pants and the motion of your hand taking care of him underneath sends shivers down his spine.

Your tits glisten with his saliva and having your naked body on display for so many to see yet it only being for him to touch and feel is a reality he can’t quite believe, but he yearns to stay there.

“Not like this.” Although they can’t see your face, it’s clear to everyone when he claims your lips. The taste of yourself flooding your senses and his eagerness to make you savor both it and him, were dizzying. His teeth tugging on them and licking away the dull ache until he pulled away only left you craving more.

Valko takes your hand, bringing you close as he sits in the same chair that he was before everything began. His cock stands tall, thick, and completely flushed in the prettiest pink. He strokes himself a few times while his other hand fondles one of your tits, then flicks a nipple with his thumb while teasing his slit with his other. Only when precum beads and slowly falls down the side of his length does he guide you to stand in between his legs.

“Ready when you are.” Sitting back and waiting for you to make the next move, Valko leaves the ball in your court.

His hands know what to do as you climb into his lap with no hesitation. He looks over your shoulder to see how erotic it truly is and if he were a viewer, he could see himself going bankrupt if it allowed him to witness you spread out with a dick primed and ready to slide into you.

“H-help me,” you plead shakily, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him with an unrelenting embrace. He kisses your shoulder and runs a hand down your back almost lovingly.

“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear.

The donations were still coming is droves as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your dripping entrance. Valko teases everyone including himself, pushing pass your pussy lips but not fully sinking into your warmth. Rather than continuing to wait impatiently, you work your body to meet him and guide yourself down with an unspoken eagerness.

“That’s it, pup,” he coos, teeth gritting the more your pussy swallows him inside and shapes around his dick to the hilt. “Let them see you take it in good since you can’t wait. Easy… there you go, you’ve got it.”

Your uneven breath fans against his ear and your cunt clenches around him over and over like an unforgiving vice. He takes the lead for you now, his large hands grabbing you by the hips then snaking down to the underside of your thighs.

The first stroke was capable of turning him into a pussy drunk fool. Thousands watch how your juices coat his cock and his cum being dragged down to form a creamy ring at his base.

“More,” you mewl. “Keep—nngh, g-going, Val…”

He couldn’t give a damn about who was watching at that point. In fact, he couldn’t say that he ever did after you graced him with a chance to have you like this.

You’ve always been on his radar yet something he considered untouchable. He respects you, values the things that you say, do, and think. Rejection wasn’t what deterred him from trying but the potential for you to demand any kind of separation, did.

Now that he’s had a taste, good luck trying to act like he’ll never want it again.

Valko grabbed you as securely as he could before he began drilling into you from beneath, his heavy balls slapping against you every time you sunk all the way down. Every viewer was bound to be staring at how you fucked yourself on him and attentively listened to the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and desperate yet filthy panting.

“So damn tight,” he praises, licking the outer shell of your ear and grabbing you harder with promises of marks that you’ll undoubtedly be embarrassed to look at once your high subsides. You were ridiculously soaked for him, and it just wouldn’t stop. Obscene squelches and constantly meeting skin slickened with sweat echoing in his bedroom was enough to prove the heights of your arousal if the visual alone wasn’t enough.

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“It’s okay.” Your pussy tightens around him again with anticipation. “I want it… I can take it.”

He brings you in closer as he feels his orgasm coming quicker than he expected it to. His muscles bulge when he envelops you in his embrace, keeping the same breath-stealing momentum as your voice and body shakes uncontrollably from his lack of control.

All it takes is four more deep thrusts before you’re collapsing onto him from exhaustion and feeling the rush of his cum spill into you. You’re held down so that as much as possible stays inside your sensitive cunt, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck until the rush washes over.

More people than you could imagine are watching how your thighs shake and your pussy quivers around him. They can see how he raises you just enough to display how his cum overflows and spills out. You both were a mess and all they wanted was more.

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****** ~ Donated 3000 Chocos - can we get a different angle?? i wanna see her better

All the automated messages flowing in has your body on fire more than it already was.

“Seems like I’ve got competition.” Valko’s hand outlines the curves of your body as he lets you rest. “You hear how much they love you, pup?”

You nod. “Again. I wanna go again, too.”

How could he not fulfill such a request? This time though, he planned to show you firsthand for why he was so highly favored.

Could you keep up?

a/n: i was sitting on this for daaays 😭 and i dunno if it’s actually any good.. but i didn’t wanna say anything in case i didn’t finish it lmfaooo BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, MY CUTIES!!!

creds to @/angeliicide for the bratz dividers & @/astroyosei for the lily divider!!

[kawaiikittenkawaiikitten]

Valko knows who you've been with that day just by the scent . He's more then secure enough to not mind that so many of them happen to be very attractive men.

🐺

You walk into his office smelling of expensive warm cologne, machine oil, and rich smokey whiskey.

"How's Sylus? Did he try to offer you a job again?", he chuckles as he comes around his desk to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You can't help but giggle, still surprised that you don't have to tell him where you've been.

🐺

The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with sugar and a hint of jasmine clings to you as Valko hugs you from behind.

"Did you tell Zayne hi for me?"

"I did. He wants to get dinner with us next week. I told him I'd text him after talking to you."

"Even if I'm busy, I'll gladly clear my schedule for our favorite doctor."

You shake your head in disbelief. Your appointment with Zayne had been first thing this morning and you hadn't had a chance to tell Valko that's where you were. How did he just know?

🐺

You come home from work to find your boyfriend snoozing on the couch. You try to be quiet as you take off your jacket and boots. You don't notice how his nose twitches taking in scent of damp earth, sweat, and ozone.

"You seem to have made it back alright, how's Xavier?"

You blink, surprised that he knew you went on a mission with Xavier, and that he was awake.

"We're both tired and Xavier got pretty muddy, a wanderer flung him into a puddle, but no one got hurt."

He smiled from his spot on the couch eyes squinting open. "Good to hear."

🐺

Slipping into your apartment Valko pauses for just a moment. Turpentine, fresh paint, and the sea side mix with your natural forest scent. As much as he hates to admit it he loves how you smell after spending the day with Rafayel.

"Hi babe! How was work?", you smile brightly as soon as you notice him.

"It was fine. How's our temperamental artist doing? Did he finish that commission on time?"

You tilt your head, not unlike Valko when he's thinking, how did he know you were with Rafayel today? Your boyfriend has been busy with meetings all day.

"He did. Thomas was about 30 minutes from stroking out but he got it done just in time."

Valko walked over giving you a tight hug and burying his nose into your hair.

"He needs to give poor Thomas a vacation." He chuckled as he breathed in the salty sea air that still lingered in your hair.

🐺

Valko is laying in your bed just scrolling on his phone when he hears you enter the apartment. He sniffs the air hoping to see where you've been today. His ears droop just a bit as he catches braised chicken wings, model glue, and something that smells like home when it's on your skin.

He meets you in the living room as you empty your pockets of keys and wallet.

"Hey baby, you didn't have to wait up for me!" You wrap him in a tight hug anyway.

He feels his tail start to bristle. A low growl starts deep in his chest as he rubs his face against your hair, large hands roaming over your body unhurriedly.

"What did you and Caleb do?" The question is strained, you know Caleb is the only one of your friends he's not thrilled about you spending time with

"He made me my favorite for dinner, then we worked on a new model plane, and ended the night with a movie."

The wolf let's out a hum, still rubbing his own scent over you.

"Val...you never scent me when I see any of my other friends just Caleb. Why?"

"Because Caleb is the only one of your friends who tries to scent you."

"No he doesn't!" You can't believe what he just said to you. Caleb wasn't a werewolf, he wouldn't even think of doing something like that.

"Hhmmmmm, did he give you his hoodie to wear?"

"Yeah, it was cold in his apartment."

"And did he hold you close to him during the movie? Maybe rubbing his cheek against your head?" Valko didn't sound upset, he almost sounded amused.

"How did you know? Are you spying on me!?" You turn in his hold to look at his face.

"No my sweet girl, I can just smell him on you and I can tell the difference between just being in someone's space and someone purposely trying to make someone else smell like them." He grinned while he gently bumped his nose against yours. "Too bad for Caleb I don't care cuz I know who you're coming home to."

You rolled your eyes, standing on tiptoe to kiss the tip of his, far too into your business, nose.

Yeah Valko didn't mind that you had so many attractive male friends but that doesn't mean he wouldn't scent you, just to remind them ( *cough* Caleb*cough*) who you belonged to.

[fromthebatcave]

You can take it, pup... 𑣲⋆

masterlist + rules ! valko x fem!reader ⟢ cw: titty fucking, 'pup' petname, nonmc!reader, messy orgasm, swearing, mild praise; very short, no plot just smut. minors DNI ⟢ this was just a way for me to get the idea out of my head and turn my sadness into anything more pleasant; enjoy!

“Ah— fuck, pup… squeeze ‘em for me, yeah? Just a little more,” he whispered, hands gripping the top of the headboard.

The wood groaned and splintered slightly under his white-knuckled grip, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You couldn’t hear it; you couldn’t see. All that existed was the heavy weight pinning your body down, the crushing warmth between your breasts, and the slick, relentless slide of Valko’s cock, sliding between them. Each desperate thrust brushed the leaking tip right against your parted lips. He straddled your stomach, hovering just enough to control the agonisingly slow pace before driving down hard once more.

Your hands throbbed with a dull ache from squeezing your breasts together, straining to make the channel as narrow and tight as possible. You knew exactly how much he craved the restriction. Precum slicked your skin, painting your chest, pooling at your collarbones, and smearing all the way up to your neck. He was relentless, driven by a desperate edge, his deep grunts mixing with breathless whimpers as his hips thrust roughly against you. The sheer volume of wetness was obscene, making his length slide with effortless ease and causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, dampening the short crops of his burgundy hair from the intense exertion.

It had started the way it always did, with the two of you tangled on the couch the moment he walked through the door from work. He still had his glasses on when you decided to turn up the heat. Valko was completely powerless against you. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and you’d been walking around in a tight camisole that pushed your breasts up without any effort at all. He worshipped every single inch of your body, but that specific view? It had him twitching in his trousers instantly.

Which was exactly how you’d ended up here: pinned to the mattress, your boyfriend straddling your torso and fucking your tits. A perfectly ruined, utterly flawless evening.

“Val…” you whimpered softly, eyes rolling back.

Your lips parted a little, and the blunt head of his length slid in, stopping right before your teeth. The deep, vibrating moan that tore from his throat made your entire body buzz. You were aching just as intensely, heat dripping down your thighs while your pussy clenched helplessly around empty space.

“A bit more, pup. You can take it,” he rasped, looking down at you. The usual gold of his eyes had burned down to a dark, heavy amber, his pupils completely blown out. “Awh, do your hands hurt? It’s okay, just a little longer,” he cooed reassuringly, while your whole body shook from the rough, trembling rhythm of his hips.

His tail swooped down, brushing lazily across your bare thighs. You whimpered at the sensation, goosebumps erupting instantly as the soft fur rippled against your sensitised skin. He continued to slide in and out of the tight space you held for him, his balls tightening painfully as the friction pushed him closer to the edge.

“Pup… fuck… oh— babe…” he groaned desperately, his abdominal muscles locking up. Truth be told, and he really didn't want to fight it anyway, the overwhelming crest of his orgasm completely shattered his control.

A low howl tore from his chest, echoing through the bedroom and probably across all of Linkon, as he shot his load across your chest and face. Thick, burning-hot ropes of cum splattered against your skin. You gasped, squeezing your eyes tightly shut to avoid the risk of another eye infection. The heavy warmth spilled everywhere while he rode out the peak of the high, finally slumping forward until his head rested heavily against the wall above the headboard.

“My pup… look at you,” he whispered a long moment later. His eyes fluttered open, tracking down to look at you with a crooked, exhausted smile as he panted for breath.

His fingers reached down, tracing the contour of your face to smear a few stray drops across your skin. You never minded the mess; you always took it perfectly, entirely content with how completely he used you. Covered in his cum, you looked like a masterpiece. And looking down at you now, he already couldn't wait to stuff you full of it next.

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