indoors

allie/23/i usually just stay home tbh

[kill4ill]

VALKO NATION. OUR VOICES HAVE REACHED THE CHINESE MEDIA. OUR HARDWORK HAS FINALLY STARTED PAYING OFF. VALKO'S NAME IS FINALLY CLEARED NOW ALL INFOLD NEEDS TO DO IS BRING HIM BACK!!

STILL DO NOT LET UR GUARD DOWN. AND LETS FINALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN. LET US BRING OUR LITTLE WOLF BACK YALL !!

[messymew]

Omg I literally just saw this comment on a Valko fic and I can't help myself.

Valko would be so adorable, whining into your folds as you gripped his hair, petting him softly to watch that fluffy tail wag if he were in his hybrid form. His huge hands would grip your thighs, keeping them pinned open for him to get the absolute most of your scent and taste. He could honestly cum in his pants just from that alone.

That's when you'd notice his hips rutting against the mattress he had you spread out on in quick, shallow thrusts, breathing getting heavier. He'd lift up quickly just for a small huff of air before burying himself muzzle deep once more, already regretting those few seconds away from your heat.

Valko's hips would move faster when you got wetter, claws accidentally digging into your thighs but quickly letting up when his sensitive ears hear your small wince. You'd almost wish he kept digging them in, the slight pain only added to your impending orgasm. He could smell you getting closer, your scent getting stronger.

Valko would growl low in his chest, unable to stop his hips from grinding down unto the bed as he imagined he was actually shoving his thick cock into your tight pussy instead. He groaned against you at the thought.

As soon as you came, moaning his name and tightening your fingers in his deep auburn locks, Valko felt his knot swell, barely contained anymore by his pants, which were immediately flooded with his own cum.

When you see the dark stain spreading between his legs and the absolutely pussy drunk look on his now wet face, you know you have to reward him for being such a good boy.

He'll definitely be living out that fantasy of his tonight.

og comment on @/mwphisto 's blog.

[feelthemadnessinside]

"You arrogant, meddlesome, irritating dog!!!"

Valko's eyes crack open as you barge into his penthouse. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, head tipped back against the leather couch. His tie hangs loose, suit jacket discarded and dress shirt unbuttoned at the top three buttons, exposing the hard planes of his chest.

He knows exactly why you're seething. And though he doesn't like seeing you distressed, he can't say he feels sorry.

"You pulled me out of position again!" you snap, slamming your gear onto the table. "I had the shot. I'm not some fragile civilian you need to coddle!"

You start pacing, and his golden eyes track you with predatory patience, the air thickening with every agitated step you take.

"Is this because I'm a woman?" you continue, voice rising. "You think I can't handle myself out there just because I'm not built like one of your pack enforcers?"

At that, he rises slowly to his full, enormous height- the movement fluid, coiled, every inch of him a predator finally deciding to engage, stalking towards you with deliberate, unhurried steps.

He stops barely a foot away, towering over you, close enough that the heat of his body washes over you. That wild, metallic-spiced scent- the one that always makes your pulse stutter- fills your senses. His large hands find your waist, fingers splaying wide as if measuring just how much of you he could hold, and he yanks you flush against him, the hard wall of his chest pressing into your softness. He drops his forehead to rest against yours, a harsh breath escaping him, fanning across your lips.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His voice is a harsh whisper, the syllables brushing against your lips like a physical caress with every ragged exhale, making your mouth tingle. His golden eyes burn through the anger in your own. His grip on your waist tightens, thumbs stroking possessively over your ribs in slow, maddening circles. "Every time you throw yourself into danger, my blood boils. I hear your heartbeat across the battlefield. I smell your sweat, your fear, the copper of your blood if you get even a slight scratch. And do you know what my instincts say?"

You keep your lips sealed.

"To snatch you up, drag you back to my den, and breed you until you're heavy with my heirs and can't take a step without waddling and exhausting yourself."

You freeze, eyes widening in horror.

"You-"

"But I know that's not what you want," he murmurs, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth with each word, a tormenting, almost-kiss. "I know you're strong, independent, ambitious. That fire in you is exactly why I crave you, why I love you. But every instinct I have- every fucking cell in this beastly body- screams to keep you safe. My mate. My heart. Mine.” His eyes close, brows pinched as if in pain, hips shifting just a fraction, pressing his hardening length against the cradle of your thighs, letting you feel exactly what your presence does to him. “Because if something happened to you..."

His golden eyes snap open and bore into yours at point-blank range, pupils blown wide.

"I’ll burn this city to the ground. I'd tear apart every brick, every stone, every living soul until I found whoever took you from me, and I'd make their death last a thousand years."

Your hands fist in his shirt, heart hammering so loudly you know he can hear it. The frustration still burns in your chest, but it's twisting, melting into something hotter, far more dangerous that aches between your thighs and makes your fingers itch to tear the rest of his shirt open.

"I protect you not because I think you're a weak woman," he says, voice low and rough, almost a growl. "but because you're my woman. You're the one I chose. The one my wolf chose. The one whose scent drives me mad and whose voice is the only thing that can calm this beast" he moves your hand over his chest where his heart beats erratically "...inside me."

The words land heavy between you, thick with possession, wrapping around your throat like a collar you didn't know you wanted to wear.

Your breath catches. Heat floods your cheeks- and lower. You try to hold onto your anger, but the way he says it, possessive and raw, makes your thighs press together involuntarily.

"You're impossible," you breathe, lips barely an inch from his.

A low, needy growl escapes him as his hips grind against you once, deliberately, letting you feel the rigid proof of his restraint fraying. One hand slides up your back, tracing lightly along your spine in a path of fire while the other keeps a bruising grip on your waist, holding you exactly where he wants as if he'd break anyone who tried to take you from him.

"Say it back." His voice is thick, desperate. "Tell me you're my woman. Tell me you understand why I'll chain the moon itself if it keeps you safe."

His forehead stays pressed to yours, golden eyes burning with hunger and something deeper- raw, vulnerable devotion wrapped in feral need that makes your stomach flip and your nipples tighten into hard peaks beneath your shirt.

"I am yours," you say softly, your voice trembling "I always have been. But you need to stop your meddling."

His jaw tightens. A low, frustrated sound rumbles from his chest- not quite a growl, not quite a sigh. He pulls back just enough to shake his head, slow and deliberate, a stubborn set to his mouth that makes him look almost petulant but does nothing to diminish the fire in his gaze.

"No," he says flatly. "Not that. Anything but that."

"Valko-"

"You want me to stand by while you're in the crosshairs? While a bullet has your name on it? While some rogue shifter with a grudge decides you'd make a pretty trophy?" His voice drops, rougher now- not with anger, but with an anxious frenzy that makes his hands tighten on you convulsively, as if he's imagining the very scenario and it's driving him mad. "I can't. Don't ask me to."

Your lips part to argue, but he doesn't let you.

He kisses you.

Not gently. Not hesitantly. His mouth claims yours with a brutal, consuming hunger that steals the breath from your lungs and leaves you gasping against his lips. One hand tangles in your hair, gripping hard enough to tilt your head back and expose the vulnerable column of your throat, while the other slides down to grip the curve of your hip, fingers digging into the flesh like he's branding you through the fabric. He kisses you like he's been starving for days and you are the first meal he's allowed himself- deep, devouring, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste every corner, his teeth grazing your lower lip with a sharp nip that makes you moan.

The protest dies in your throat. Your hands, still fisted in his shirt, loosen without your permission and flatten against the burning heat of his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath your palms. Your knees go weak, and he feels it- catches you, pulls you tighter, deepens the kiss until there is nothing but the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble, the desperate little sounds he makes against your lips.

The fight drains out of you in waves. The anger. The frustration. All of it leaches away, replaced by something molten and aching, that has nothing to do with battle and everything to do with the way he worships your mouth, the way he groans when your fingers find the waistband of his slacks, the way his whole body shudders when you pull him closer still.

You kiss him back.

You hate that you do. You hate how easily he does this- how one press of his lips and your carefully built walls crumble to dust and leave you open, wanting, desperate for more of that devastating intensity. But right now, with his tongue sweeping against yours and his hands mapping the curve of your spine before sliding lower to palm your backside and lift you against him, you can't bring yourself to care.

His mouth trails down your jaw, teeth scraping over your pulse point, and you feel the wet heat of his tongue soothe the sting as he growls against your skin, "I'm going to make you forget every reason you had to be angry. I'm going to take you apart until the only word you remember is my name."

He walks you backward, step by step, his body a relentless force driving you toward the bedroom, and you feel every hard inch of him pressed against your softening curves- the breadth of his shoulders, the ridges of his abdomen, the insistent jut of his arousal grinding against your hip with each step.

Whatever. You will deal with him tomorrow, you think as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, his mouth finding yours again, hungry and insistent, the sound of your body landing on the bed and his belt hitting the floor echoing in the serene silence of the penthouse.

[blinkbunni]

because I have nothing better to do, these are my headcanons for Valko to spite Infold.

Absolutely adores the height difference between you two, perching his chin on top of your head, randomly picking you up and teasing you about your height.

At first calls you somewhat condescending names like “doll” or “your highness” just to annoy you (bonus points if you act like a brat) but then it turns into a term of endearment, frequently calling you doll or your highness because aren’t you just one?

Will randomly start pretending to box you, in a ready stance and throwing fake punches at you while you do your own thing. You’ve just learnt to ignore it.

Play fights with you. Constantly pins you down when tackling you to the bed, pretending to struggle when you both know he could easily win this, but instead, he tickles you to win.

Is the type to make new year jokes like ‘I haven’t showered since last year,’ and he cracks up at his own jokes.

Insanely clingy. From the moment yu open your eyes in the morning, he’s already right on top of you. Prying him off is almost impossible because he’s like a magnet. (Get it? Cuz his evol is metallization? Ok I’ll shut up now.) he does NOT let you go. And he has no sense of personal space. Not that you’re complaining.

Feigns obliviousness way too much to make you mad. And when you are mad, although you are insanely hot, he’s quickly shushing you with gifts and kisses.

“Aw come on, cuddle me? I don’t bite.”

Calls you “m’lady” (holy cat noir). He’s also instead of taking the elevator or stairs like a normal person to your apartment, has resorted to climbing up your balcony and knocking annoyingly on the glass door until you open it. “Thank you, sweets.”

Loves salty snacks. Caleb likes sour, Xavier likes spicy, Zayne likes sweets, Rafayel is a cannibal and Sylus eats everything. So it fits perfectly!

Has gotten noise complaints from your neighbours downstairs because whenever he’s happy, his tail thumps on the ground (upstairs neighbour activities).

Gets insane cuteness aggression from you. You could have the nastiest rbf ever and he wants to squish your cheeks.

Occasionally insecure about himself, but has started working on it as you compliment him every day, cradling his face and brushing his hair.

His favourite thing to do when he gets home is lie his head on your lap, hoping for head scratches, and nuzzles your thighs when he gets them. (My behbeh I love you)

should I make a pt 2?

[unintentionalseductress]

"Quiet." Valko clamps a hand over your mouth as he ruts into you, and you bite down on his fingers to muffle the moans spilling from your lips.

It was a mistake to cling to him like that during a family reunion, you knew, but ovulation and having him so near was a potent combination. Now here you were, locked in one of the bedrooms at his auntie's place, the noise of the party downstairs reminding you not to make a sound.

He hisses as you ease up, your teeth leaving behind marks on his hand that only make him more feral. He pushes you into the mattress and you sigh into the comforter as he slides his monstrous cock along your slick walls.

"Couldn't help yourself huh bunny?" he purrs smugly into your ear, smoothly grabbing your hands and pinning them against the bed as his hips meet your ass. You squirm and whimper in protest but your traitorous pussy only sucks him in deeper, the crude wet noises echoing quietly off the walls.

"Look at you so wet and eager for my knot." Sensing you're about to cuss at him, he nuzzles the back of your neck, licking the shell of your ear and offering you his thumb, which you suck obediently.

"It's ok. Horny and drippy bunnies shouldn't socialize," he teases.

Your mind fractures as he does those nice, delicious, deep strokes, the curve in his length brushing your gspot just right.

"Don't think," he breathes wickedly into your ear. "The family will be thrilled to have more pups around. Even if they were conceived right here in auntie's house."

You flush, hot shame filling your belly but you're trapped underneath him, his movements growing sloppy as he nears his climax.

"That's it little bunny. Getting bred so sweetly, so happy to carry my pups." He grunts harshly as he finishes, warm seed spilling into your spasming channel, burying himself to the hilt as he swells, knotting you completely until you're panting from the stretch.

"Perfect little mate." He bites your shoulder tenderly. "Gonna look so good knocked up with my pups."

[veextalix]

safja;lskdjfaskdjf valko WOULD do this at family gathering omg

[unintentionalseductress]

"Quiet." Valko clamps a hand over your mouth as he ruts into you, and you bite down on his fingers to muffle the moans spilling from your lips.

It was a mistake to cling to him like that during a family reunion, you knew, but ovulation and having him so near was a potent combination. Now here you were, locked in one of the bedrooms at his auntie's place, the noise of the party downstairs reminding you not to make a sound.

He hisses as you ease up, your teeth leaving behind marks on his hand that only make him more feral. He pushes you into the mattress and you sigh into the comforter as he slides his monstrous cock along your slick walls.

"Couldn't help yourself huh bunny?" he purrs smugly into your ear, smoothly grabbing your hands and pinning them against the bed as his hips meet your ass. You squirm and whimper in protest but your traitorous pussy only sucks him in deeper, the crude wet noises echoing quietly off the walls.

"Look at you so wet and eager for my knot." Sensing you're about to cuss at him, he nuzzles the back of your neck, licking the shell of your ear and offering you his thumb, which you suck obediently.

"It's ok. Horny and drippy bunnies shouldn't socialize," he teases.

Your mind fractures as he does those nice, delicious, deep strokes, the curve in his length brushing your gspot just right.

"Don't think," he breathes wickedly into your ear. "The family will be thrilled to have more pups around. Even if they were conceived right here in auntie's house."

You flush, hot shame filling your belly but you're trapped underneath him, his movements growing sloppy as he nears his climax.

"That's it little bunny. Getting bred so sweetly, so happy to carry my pups." He grunts harshly as he finishes, warm seed spilling into your spasming channel, burying himself to the hilt as he swells, knotting you completely until you're panting from the stretch.

"Perfect little mate." He bites your shoulder tenderly. "Gonna look so good knocked up with my pups."

[ravenbc]

Anyways guys here's my new OC his name is Volko he's a werewolf cool right?

[pookiei-bookie]

The style is soooo cute omg 🥹🥹 where'd you hire the artists?? Is their commissions open?? 🥹🥹

[totallynotashieldagent]

Valko's Mate

Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.

Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.

However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.

He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.

Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.

Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.

So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.

Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.

"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."

"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.

"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.

"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.

"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."

"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.

There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.

Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.

That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.

He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.

"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.

"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"

He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.

"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"

You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.

"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.

You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.

The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.

"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.

"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.

You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.

"Of course." You handed him your business card.

"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.

You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"

Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.

"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."

"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."

"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.

"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.

He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.

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Drabble Masterlist

[toru-saki]

STAAAPP HES SO FUCKING CUTE😭😭😭😭

[pencintaapelll]

Let me take care of your wound ❤️‍🩹

[reveries0fmine]

You shaved your bush?! — Valko

pairing: bf!valko x reader synopsis: you prank your anti-deforestation boyfriend by telling him you shaved your bush... cw: suggestive but no explicit content, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack-fick wc: 700 a/n: he's soooo cute in this photo ugh Valko masterlist

“You did what?”

“I shaved it off, Valko.” you repeat for the second time.

He stares at you, conflicted and confused. His eyebrows are knit together tightly in a frown.

“Why?” he blinks at you a couple times.

“I thought it would be less bothersome for you.” you shrug, holding your smile back.

“You—” he starts but loses his words halfway. “Okay wait, I need a moment.” he huffs in disbelief. Leaning back against the counter behind him, his hand comes up to rub at the bottom half of his face. 

You fold your arms over your chest and look around the kitchen, avoiding his gaze to try and not laugh.

“Why would you think it’s bothersome for me? Did I do something to make you think that?” he asks, his tone softer. Clearly, this was a very serious matter to him.

You shake your head in response. “No… I mean, I just assumed. Most men don’t like that.”

“Most men??— baby, what about what Valko likes?” he stares down at you, distraught and betrayed.

Your eyes widen and you chuckle shortly. “Did you just refer to yourself in third person?”

He ignores your question, and before you know it, your feet are lifted off the ground and his large palms are holding onto your hips as he sets you down on the counter. 

“What are you doing—” you gasp.

“Show me. I wanna see it.” he requests, completely serious.

“Are you crazy?! Why?”

“Because I don’t believe you. I know that you know I love your bush.”

You scoff at him in disbelief. “I’m not showing you anything!”

“Why? ‘Cause you lied?” he tilts his head closer to you.

“No—because now’s not the time.” you stutter a bit, clearly caught red-handed. 

“Haven’t heard that one before.” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You’re usually eager—”

You cut him off by putting your hands over his mouth. He laughs into them before swiping his tongue, licking them. You pull away immediately, as if you’d been burned. 

A beat of silence passes as you wipe your wet palm against the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind, he doesn’t even flinch, evidently used to it. 

The two of you stare at each other in silence, your hand remains atop his shoulder where you just wiped it. You watch him as he carefully lowers himself on his knees, eyes remaining glued to you the entire time. His hands move to rest on your knees.

You feel your face burn up and immediately tighten your grip on his shoulder. “Okay fine—it was a prank!” you blurt out. 

He freezes in his movements. “Really?”

You look away, and then back at him momentarily to nod. 

His hands still holding your knees, he closes them and rests his forehead against them while breathing out a sigh of relief. “You scared me for a second there.”

You chuckle at the sight, your hand finding its way to his burgundy locks. “That scary, huh?”

He leans into your hand, tilting his head sideways, and stares up at you as you continue brushing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you owe me an apology.”

You start scratching a particular spot you knew he liked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

He hums at the sensation, closing his eyes and enjoying your caress. His ears pop out suddenly, and you notice his tail swishing behind him. When he opens his eyes again, they hold a different intent. A heavier one. 

“I think you’re gonna have to give me more than an apology…” he grins.

You quirk an eyebrow, and before you can speak, he stands back up and lifts you into his arms. Your hands immediately find his firm shoulders for balance. 

His face is flushed now, and his eyes are dim. “... can I?” he pleas softly, waiting for your approval. 

Noticing you leaning down towards him, he lowers you so you’re face to face with him. You press your lips to his tenderly. “... yes, you can.”

His breathing is steady and he seems calm, but his rapidly wagging tail behind him gives him away. 

The two of you remain quiet as he carries you to your room and sets you down on the mattress, already understanding each other without using words.

also not proofread, sue me

taglist: @ashielle

[himbo-kuto]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"meee!"

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.

It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.

You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.

His nose twitched.

There it is.

You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.

“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on,  “Why's it smell like... cake?”

“Good morning to you too.”

One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”

“It literally is.”

He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”

You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.

Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me. 

“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice. 

His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.

“…What kind?”

“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."

His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.

She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.

You didn't get to finish the sentence.

Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.

“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”

“Rude. I made you cake-“

“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth. 

You cupped his face in both hands.

“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”

He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.

And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.

You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.

His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.

Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her. 

“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”

He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.

“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”

“...It's eight AM.”

“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”

“That math doesn't-“

He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.” 

[love-marimo]

found some hq photos of valko without the texts! ♡

[nanaqinli]

To be loved.

sum. more than friends, less than lovers.

warnings. Valko x fem!reader, reader is slightly depressed, fluff, crack, contains smut, mentions of knotting, creampie, whiney valko, 4.7k words. kinda proofread.

notes. fuck it we ball. (pls bear with me i haven't written in months, it feels rushed and i just wanted to get it off my chest. i love my bby val to death). lmk if yall want more!

“I'm sorry.”

“we can't.”

The words echoed in Valko’s head like a ringtone as he ran through the woods, head a mess, and an urge to just rip everything that comes his way. 

“I wish you the best.” he wished he never uttered those words before turning around and foolishly hoping–praying you would stop him from leaving. 

But you don't–

“Valkoooo,” your loud purposefully screeching voice reached his ears, abruptly awakening him from that nightmare.

Your eyebrows raised as he sat up almost too fast, a hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair. 

“Bad dream?”

He groans, “the worst.”

“figured. You were whimpering and moving around too much in your sleep.”

“huh…” Valko mumbled incoherent words under his breath before meeting your eyes sharply, “wait, are you messing with me–” when he meets your almost smirking face, his face deadpans before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it at your face. 

The soft pillow lands on your lap, and before you could retort back, Valko is already on his feet. 

“Wait! I've got a peace offering,” you scramble out of the bed to catch up with him. “made pancakes. Only the best of course, with chocolate syrup and all that.” you hum with your hands behind your back and valko’s ears perk up. 

He slowly turns to you, and you can sense an evil within coming from him. “i know.”

“...you know?”

“it's the sixth sense.” he brags while tapping on his nose. 

Your shoulders slump, “what are you on? There are only five—oh you little!” you dash when he starts running to the kitchen, and you silently pray he doesn't down the breakfast you were supposed to share. 

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

You supposedly invited your friend over for a sleepover, for a day or two. And after asking him for a little support to cheer you up, he barged in within the next hour. 

Thank goodness it's day two of the sleepover. Might be harsh considering you want him to stay forever— (forever is a little much). 

But the house was a mess. Random reddish hair was sticking to your sofa and cushions, and half decorations were mysteriously knocked over (he fixed them right away.)

And the shoes.

Your eye twitched as you eye your beloved friend making himself home with his shoes on your clean sofa. 

“Uh oh.” valko raises both hands, like he was surrendering to something he didn't even know what. “What i do this time?” he tilts his head, an annoying pout instantly plasters his face. 

You take a deep breath, “the shoes, Mr. Wolf.”

“aye aye, captain.” he takes off the shoes before tossing them towards your front door. 

“better?”

“much.” 

“Gonna tell me what's on your mind now?” 

“...” 

Your silence doesn't make things better, something has been bothering you, and he knows it. He just has been unsuccessful trying to get it out of you. 

You don't know how he's suddenly looming over you, arms wrapped tightly around you to gently sway you side to side, “It's okay,” he whispers with reassurance, fingers cards through your hair, and followed by a tiny affectionate kiss on your head.

“Is it?” you question, expression turning bitter, and he only takes you in tighter. “Okay, that's enough,” your muffled words vibrate against his chest.

“shh, it's okay,” he presses his cheek above your head while continuing to pat your back as if soothing a wounded child. 

“No, I can't breathe—” you slap his back and his amber eyes widen before he grabs your shoulders to pull you back, and you take a dramatic breath of air. 

“sorry…” his ears flatten as he checks on you, thumb running through your pulse point, and… Up your jaw. You clear your throat. 

“Shall we go for a walk?”

Your silly guy’s ears perk right up. 

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

A walk, you said. Are you sure the part where you pet random dogs in the middle of your walk; part of the plan?

“You're such a cutie, ooh good boy.” you coo at the huge labrador dog that's laying on the ground in front of you, tongue out with almost a smile spreading on its face as you continue scratching and petting his belly. 

You thought the sudden whimpering sounds were coming from this cutie pie, and when you stop petting him, you turn around. 

Valko stands perfectly still, staring at you. You both blink at each other before you resume the scratches for the labrador. 

The sounds return. 

You turn. 

You pet again. 

You turn–

“valko.”

“...what?” he asks innocently before pushing his face closer to yours, the amber puppy eyes were definitely shining bright. 

“Can we leave?” he asked begrudgingly. A hand already snaking around your waist, ready to guide you away from this stink before you could protest. 

Valko turns his head at the dog, giving him a low growl, and earning him an aggressive bark in return. 

“down boy.” you say jokingly, but to your surprise, he lowers his head enough to meet your face, “yes, ma'am.” his stupid grin that's enough to show his sharp canines. 

That stupid smile that makes you giggle internally before you lock the fuck in.

“… anyway, let’s get back. It’s getting cloudy.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

“Oh, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” you hear the idiot sing-song for the nth time while tiny rocks continue meeting the glass of your window like it was a meteor shower. 

You tried shutting yourself away by listening to some music, and just when your headphones say ‘low battery, please charge.’, you reach your limit. 

You roll out of your bed to slide your window open, just to deadpan right at valko, who has a full blown out grin. 

“Got your faves!” he yells out, a hand next to his mouth while he waves a bag of snacks in his other hand. 

He cares a lot. Cares too much that it makes you… Scared? It's not an act, you're sure of it. (are you?) 

“front door’s open.” you point down and he yells ‘yes!’ before skipping inside like a kid who just got the green light. 

You make your way to the front door before realizing, ugh, you didn't fix yourself before he comes in. 

At least the house looks decent enough. 

Valko bursts inside while chewing on the bar of freshly opened chocolate, hood on, and shoes off this time. 

He swallows the bit of sweet before speaking, “hey, talk to me. What's wrong?”

Valko wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the couch, leaving no room to protest. 

He opens a bag of your favorite chips, hand feeds you one chip for some energy then gives you the time to talk. 

“... Had a bad dream.” you mumbled while chewing on the crunchy chip, your finger tracing invisible shapes on your thigh. 

“Mhm?” he throws another chip in his mouth while listening in. 

“and you died in that dream, and it was all because of me.” you cover your face in almost embarrassment. He hates you now, you're sure of it, his whole pack will think this is some sort of bad omen and–

“pfffttt—”

You hear a muffled laugh. 

And you part two of your fingers to confirm what you actually think he is doing, enough for your eye to peek at his expression. 

Is he serious right now? He's laughing and you're upset, he's laughing and you're—

“oh, c'monnn,” he elbows you lightly before comfortably resting his head on your lap. Oh this sly wolf! 

“and you decided to ignore me becauseeee?”

“Didn't feel like it.”

“That's not an answer! I'm hurt. Prince charming here needs all the attention from his favorite princess,”

You then pinch at his nose which makes him contort into a playful grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, “ow, ow! Okay!”

He grabs your wrist then without hesitation, he bites on the side of your hand like it was a toy he just caught. 

You gasp, lightly smacking his hand from his silly antics, “bad!” the minute the words leave your lips, you instantly regret it from the way his lips pursed in an exaggerated pout that looked utterly ridiculous on such a massive man, a whine followed afterwards. 

“i didn't mean that,” you sigh heavily, leaning back against the couch like you just fought a stubborn bug. Though, Valko doesn't stop with his clinginess, and presses his face to your stomach. 

You give in too easily, brushing the red strands of his hair to calm both of you down. 

Wait, was this normal between friends? Surely not… you were… AlAlways like this. Comfortable. 

“i just heard your stomach growl.”

“oh, you—!”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

You feel delusional, does he actually… like you?

No, no. That’s impossible, you refuse to believe it. (Even though your friends said otherwise and the signs are clear as the sky.)

But valko is like that with everyone, you argue with yourself. Or to his family at least. You have yet to see him with his other friends.

You’re best friends, juuust best friends, you’re just close. Close…. Enough for his mood to change 360 when you come over to his house.

“Uhh, hi?” You look up at him from your bending position of taking your shoes off, and his expression changes again, “heyyy, so can we do something?”

You chuckle, “sure.”

“Let’s burn your jacket.” He smiles stiffly through his teeth, and your eyes squint suspiciously at him. He’s having one of those episodes again…

You clear your throat with much exaggeration, “why, oh why, is one requesting something so absurd?” Your arms are crossed while you circle around him dramatically.

“It stinks.”

“Why excuse me?”

Valko frowns. A literal upside down smiley face.

Now you’re scared. What if you actually do smell a little bad? What’s worse is that you’ve been hanging out with your friends all day.

You lift one arm, a slow tilt of your head to take a hesitant whiff off your pits. 

… nothing.

In a one fluid motion, faster than you can ever register it, Valko scoops you up bridal-style against his chest.

“where?” You demand.

“Bathroom.” He answers casually.

This time, it was your turn to frown, “Val, do I actually stink?”

He stops halfway into the bathroom to plop you down on the sink. “Nope.” He hums while sliding your jacket off, and tossing it right to the laundry basket. You didn't fight him off, you just wanted to know what was bothering him.

“Explain.” You look up at him, his hands set on either side of the sink so he could inch himself closer, “you wear other people's scent sometimes.”

“Does it matter?”

“Does my answer matter?”

This back and forth was killing you because Valko sounded incredibly jealous. Something inside you tells you to brush it off and think of it as a sign that he cares about you.

But he isn’t just acting as your friend now, he was testing the waters of crossing that invisible line.

Your eyes avoid him completely, you’re perhaps too afraid to ask, too nervous, but he waits patiently.

“Are you jealous?” The question makes your heart beat faster, and you wonder if his hearing is strong enough for him to pick up the fast thump thump thump.

You already know valko has no sense of personal space when it comes to you, (and his friends too, perhaps? You think?). So you’re not surprised when he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder like a wounded puppy caught in his act.

“... Yes.” a quiet confession, you notice the way his hands grip the side of the sink until veins show. 

“Valko,” you gently chide, a hand on his chest to push him off a tiny bit. “Listen, i–”

“I'm sorry.” he sputters out, his head lowered, and there's when you notice the slight panic. 

“No, no, no I'm the problem.” your hands cup his warm cheeks, lifting his face up enough to meet those amber yellow eyes that you loved. 

“It's me. I'm a mess. And if you really do feel what I think you're feeling for me–no, scratch that. I don't deserve this, matter of fact, I don't deserve to be really called your best friend—”

Your ramblings die down when the gentlest swipe of his thumb meets your eyelid, almost as if wiping an invisible tear. 

“enough,” he whispers, “I won't allow the very person I love to hate themselves.” 

You blink, and Valko feels your eyelashes flutter with each brush of his thumb, his tail seems to have another opinion, taking it a mile further by ever slowly wrapping itself around your leg. 

You tense from the sudden contact, and he immediately tries retracting it. “... Sorry, it has a mind of its own.”

‘not now—’ you hear him whisper in frustration while smacking his tail away. 

And meanwhile, your brain is still stuck when he utters those words… ‘the person he loves’ the person… love… you…

Huh?

“Val,” your hands are on his shoulders, and he tenses up, the nickname enough to make his head snap back to you as if a dog reacting to his favorite word. 

“you… love me?”

Those yellow orbs meet yours, “certainly.”

“as in…?” your eyes narrow. 

“anything you want it to be.”

Woah. You've heard words like those… Coming from your friends' stories, but now this is just making your hands all clammy. 

Valko steps back a tiny bit like it hurts him, the mood suddenly changing. “... I think it's best if you go home.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

It's been three days since you've seen Valko. Since he's texted you even. Was spamming his phone too much? He's basically leaving you on delivered. 

Around this time every six months or so, Valko goes on a “family” trip, he does text you whenever he gets the chance. But something tells you he isn't on some trip right now. 

“oh, girl. It's best not to visit him now. He's… upset? Frustrated.” you called his cousin just to make sure he wasn't on a trip, and that confirmed your suspicions. 

You ignore her advice, and immediately reach for your jacket and keys. 

(Spoiler: honey, a big mistake…) 

It's a full moon, you note. taking in the beautiful sky while already in a taxi on your way to his apartment. You just wanted to calm your racing heart, what if he's ignoring you because he thought you rejected him? And he told his entire family? You wanted to tell him everything. Your worries, your feelings, and to reassure this perfect silly wolf. 

You knock on his door twice, pressing your ear against his door. Nothing. 

“Valko?” you knock again, a bit harsher this time. Was he already asleep? He usually stays up late. 

After impatiently waiting a few minutes, you take the spare key he has granted you, a ‘just in case’ key. “sorry to barge in…” you muttered to yourself while twisting the door open. 

It felt like a horror movie. Why were all the lights off? 

You move straight to his room, peeking through the already creaked open door. 

You almost want to sigh in relief when you see his still figure on the bed, thinking he was asleep–

Wait a minute. 

You squint your eyes to focus, (creepy), just to realize he was panting quietly like he was… Sick? Having a fever? Hold on… Why does he have one of your missing shirts pressed into his face..?! 

Before you could think or even breathe, Valko's head snapped up. Ears up like he sensed something dangerous, and his pupils turning into slits, a sight you've never seen before. Like he was a predator instead of someone you recognized.

A step back was taken without thinking, and you don’t even register how he’s jumped from the bed to grab you inside and shut the door.

“Don’t go—“ his arms are caging your entire figure against, nose pressing into your neck and shoulder like he was going to go crazy if he doesn’t take you in.

“I mean, why are you here?” The tone comes out whiny, ears flattened as he mentally fights the inner voices. To claim, to mate, to mark.

“Valko!” your voice snaps him back to reality, “you have a fever! You're sick and you didn't think to tell me??” oh no, you sound angry. He doesn’t want that. Not now. 

“your scent is making me dizzy, princess.” that stupid petname comes in again, but you try to not fucking giggle when you think your friend is here suffering. “What are you talking about? This is no time for jokes.” you press the back of your hand to his forehead, all the way to his neck. Goodness, his entire body is burning.

“Gosh, I wish I had explained this to you before.” he sounds parched, eyes unfocused as they meet yours again. 

“... Is it a wolf thing?”

He nods, fingers brushing strands of your hair, to admire your face even better. 

“I'm going through a rut.”

Okay. Okay. Calm down. You've read about those in books. Although you don't know the symptoms, you know that they need to mate, yes, mate–

The imaginary light bulb above your head breaks before you slowly look back up at the almost drooling beast. You chuckle nervously. 

“So you need a mate–”

He presses his lips close to your ear to whisper, “i need to fuck. Now. With my mate.”

Your heart drops to your pus–feet. Surely he's not referring to you as his mate? (the doubt creeps in again.)

“Oh gosh, I'm so sorry.” Valko physically rips himself away from your body to circle around the room in frustration, it doesn't really help when your scent is attacking his too sensitive nose. 

How can he even explain now that it's also a wolf thing that you're his mate? Great, now he's scaring you even more. 

Or so he thought. 

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“i was terrified. Terrified that if I told you, the friendship we built through years of laughter, the quiet moments would be swallowed up by the beast.”

“Val,”

“Yeah?” he's back to invading your personal space with just one word, like he was a puppy at your command. 

“I'm not afraid of you.”

The crickets are too loud outside. 

“... I mean, I like you—want you, too. I want to cross that invisible line.”

The bed creaks are about to be even louder. 

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Your leather jacket is off in seconds. So is his shirt. 

Your first kiss was hesitant at first, soft and questioning, at least Valko was sane enough to take it slow at first. Such an angel you are to help him. 

His lips felt warm, and slightly dry from dehydration caused by his ‘fever’. 

Valko breathes your name against your lips between kisses, each one growing slightly less hesitant as you don't push him away. His hands slide back into your hair to keep you from potentially running away. 

His nose brushes yours as he angles for a better fit, the kiss deepening naturally despite his lack of experience with this affection between the two of you. 

He tastes faintly like chocolate and something uniquely him. Warm, the forest, and slightly salty from fever sweat.

Valko makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat when you grip on his skin, like an eager puppy finally getting petted. His kissing improves rapidly now that he's encouraged; lips parting slightly to deepen the kiss more confidently.

One hand slides down to support your lower back while the other stays tangled gently in your hair, massaging lightly at your scalp without thinking. He is in heaven. 

Since when did you reach his bed? 

“I-it must be painful going through it,” your breaths come in quick breaths when those same warm lips meet your jaw into another round of featherlight kisses, his other hand busy with trying to get in contact with the skin underneath your shirt. 

“It hurts, a lot.” 

“Where? Do I need to do something?”

“my dick.” 

Oh… 

He laughs into your skin while nuzzling his nose against your neck, your face now as hot as the rest of his body. 

You cover his mouth using the palm of your hand, but a swipe of his tongue against your palm makes you retract it quickly. 

“You're such a dog.”

“woof?”

At this rate, everything he is doing or saying is making your heart race tenfolds, are you going crazy? 

“If you could just read what's going through my head… And the things I want to do. You'd hate me forever.”

“There's nothing you can do that will make me hate you.”

Bullshit, he wants to voice out. But his voice quickly dies when he realizes you weren't wearing a bra underneath your white shirt. 

He swallows at the sight of your pebbling nipples peeking through your shirt, “I'm… at my limit.” he growls before lifting your arms up to get rid of any barrier that's stopping him from pressing his face in between your tits. 

Your scent is everywhere. Just how he likes it, on his sheets, his skin, and soon, your scent will be covered with his. 

Valko laps at one of your nipples, how can your skin taste so sweet?, and you immediately melt at the stimulation that's causing you to clench your thighs together, a hesitant moan leaves your parting lips. 

“Come here,” he guides you on his lap as he gets handsy down your ass to part both of your thighs apart. He's hard. Painfully so. Can you even take it?

Both pants are off in the next few desperate kisses of tongue and teeth, and valko wastes no time dragging a finger along your clothed slit to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, just to find that you were embarrassingly soaked.

Your brain is too foggy to even register the rip of your panties, flimsy fabric tossed to the side. His breaths are only getting heavier mixed with low growls as he pushes in two fingers at once without warning.

“Mmnh–!” you slightly jump from his lap as he starts pumping and massaging your slick walls with consideration to go slow at first, you do nothing but take it. Face pressed onto his shoulder while you grind your hips into his fingers, his palm pressing firmly at your clit to drive you to your first orgasm. 

Your poor beloved has lost it, eyes unfocused as he starts drilling his fingers faster into your soaked cunt while curling his digits in that perfect spot to make you see stars. Your toes curl as you ready yourself for the upcoming release, “grind yourself into my palm—yeah just like that good girl.” you didn't need to be told twice to bounce on his fingers like a cat in heat, chasing your high so fast it makes your ears ring when that knot in your abdomen finally breaks loose. 

Valko wishes he can give you time to recover, but he will cum in his pants if he doesn't have you in the next two minutes. 

He presses you into the harshest position, legs pressed into chest completely until your knees are nearing the sides of your head. You mewl and scratch at his back, silently begging at this point for him to take you. You can tell he's still hesitant about it all, even as he teases his cock to slide along your slit, still refusing to just push in. 

“Val,” you whisper breathlessly into his dimly lit room, a hand cradles his cheek as another buzzing whimper vibrates your palm. “My precious, don't say my name like that unless you want me to fuck you until the sun rises.” the tone is too innocent compared to the words… Your lips form an invisible zipper anyway. 

A gasp is too quick to leave your lips when the fat tip finally meets home, stretching your pussy open to accommodate the monstrous girth and length of it. 

Your back arches as you shake your head from side to side, “F-fuck you,” you pant and cry out, and the bastards fangs show with his tail thumping and swaying wildly in return.

“Already on it,” he pushes the last of his length before you're met with the enlarged base of his cock that immediately makes you freeze. “... What's happening?”

Valko huffs, “My knot. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like.” he reassures with a wet kiss on your forehead, but it doesn't calm your throbbing cunt or racing heart. 

One thing you should've realized when having sex with Valko for the first time is that he would be loud. Whining. Snarling. Whimpering. Moaning. He wants you to know that he is enjoying it, and you are loving every second of it despite your reddening ears. 

“d-don’t go,” his thrusts are erratic and inconsistent, as if he was rutting in rather than properly thrusting in and out. 

His grip underneath your thighs are accidentally too harsh, like he was preventing you from pulling away, like he was making sure your bodies are locked. 

“I'm not going anywhere.” you gently pull his face up from your chest, the spot a drooling mess but you choose to ignore it for now. “easy, easy. Take your time.” you mutter softly before taking one of his hands to interlock your fingers. His panicked expression quickly dies down as he presses his forehead against yours. 

This pouty wolf. 

He thrusts in again, testing how the swelled base of his cock tries making its way in. “y-you gonna come?” you attempt to ask with a broken moan, eyes rolled back when he angles his hips to perfectly press the head along that spongy spot inside. 

“Can't–can't–i want to mark you, to knot you until—” he bites on his lower lip enough for it to almost bleed, but you press your thumb against his lips to stop him from potentially hurting himself. 

“will you give you whatever you want, okay?” you assured, his tail wags even more in response. “only if you stay a good boy, don't think too much, don't hurt yourself.”

Valko’s eyes turn into big boba eyes. “your… your good boy, yesyesyes, please,” his pleas don't fall on deaf eyes as your lips meet in another dance of affection, spit, and moans. 

The slaps of skin against skin only gets louder, and so does the rhythm of his hips thrusting in and out of you, his balls meeting your ass in lewd loud smacks. 

Then it comes in without a warning, his cum fills you up so much that you swear it fills your whole womb and spills out. Dripping down the sheets, and making a mess along your inner thighs. 

Valko doesn't stop rutting his hips into you, slowly this time, and you're confused if he's lost in the feeling or–

There it was. 

“Oh my fuck—!” you nearly scream, nails digging into his back as his knot finally pops inside, it drives you to your next orgasm  as your cunt spasms and milks his entire cock for all its worth. 

“Nonono, I'm sorry, does it hurt?” those stupid innocent eyes locked at your face study your pained expression, his hands cradling your face to litter soft kisses all over. 

He stops moving all together, giving you a moment to breathe because you definitely feel KO’ed. 

You slowly blink to clear your blinding vision, only to be met with a rather concerned Valko. 

“you idiot.”

“i know, i know!”

“i can't even describe it. I'm… I'm filled!”

“i will eat it out of you. We smell good together–”

“Valko!”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

The red head doesn't stop blaming himself all morning, even after taking a shower together (an innocent shower, that is.)

“i should've told you and stopped playing that guessing game between us,” Valko continues rambling on while you open the small bottle of birth control pills, and just as you were about to take one in, you hear a loud smack coming from your left. 

You head snaps with wide eyes before squinting at the red handprint on his cheek, did he just slap himself?

“carry on.” he waves it off, turns around, and shuts the door to give you privacy inside. 

While his inner voice definitely wanted it to take last night, he wants to make sure he enjoys every moment with you before taking that next step.

[lastliminals]

valko having a "lone wolf" as his soulmate. someone who naturally avoids people and shys away from him too because why would a hunking billionaire wolf chairman want YOU? comes to your place of employment AND your house AND your favourite coffee shop and WILL not stop trying to fluster and flirt with you. talks about your interests with you to get you to open up to him (where'd he get that info from?) hes not stopping until your soft and pliant in his bed, accepting the bond and his knot

WHO SAID THAT?

[pencintaapelll]

Proof of my sincerity 🐺

Bonus

I like the idea that wolf mated for life, and when valko give his ring to mc kinda look like a symbol that he has chosen his mate/partner in life

[lwtkmm]

It deeply saddens me that Infold has decided to cancel Valko's debut. They have already deleted his stuff off many platforms, so I've download them all and put them on a drive folder so that other fans can access it.

Valko's archive:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1j19TFTpdfunU6xL5zn3LlpXh_H2VRGPJ