Extremely vulgar and patently unserious filth-monger. Del. they/them. 18+ a LOT of years. Snowapplewolf main. this is a NSFW LaDS (and very occasionally manhua) fan account. Mature audiences only, og Caleb trope only. Main acct: @deepspace-del.
He might be the big bad wolf to the rest of the world, but with you he is the neediest, most shamelessly attached creature to ever exist. You want to be annoyed. You really do. And yet every single one of his habits somehow turns soft and golden in your chest until you’re melting all over again.
You’ll be sleeping on your back, dead to the world, when a huge arm suddenly slides between your thighs and scoops you backward in one smooth motion. You wake with a startled gasp—“Valko—”…—only to feel him already nuzzling the top of your head like an oversized dog who has finally found his favourite pillow. He hums low in his throat, still mostly asleep, and tightens his hold until you’re pressed flush against the furnace of his chest. His tail drapes heavily over both of you, a living blanket that refuses to let you drift even an inch away.
You’ll step out of the shower smelling like the new strawberry body wash you bought, and the second he catches the scent his whole face falls into a dramatic sulk. “Valko—” He huffs, crowds you from behind, and wraps those thick arms around your waist. A long, deliberate lick drags up the side of your neck. You flinch; he only presses closer, voice rough with quiet displeasure.
“You smell like strawberry and I don’t like that.” His teeth graze your pulse point, a gentle warning bite that makes your breath hitch. He stays there a moment, inhaling deeply, then sighs in pure satisfaction. “Mmhh… there. Smell like me again.” He pulls back with a bright, smug smile and walks away, tail wagging so hard it nearly knocks over the bathroom stool.
You’ll be cooking dinner, focused on the pan, when he materialises behind you without a sound. One second the kitchen is empty; the next his chest is warm against your back and his chin is heavy on your shoulder. He doesn’t ask. He just stays there, breathing you in, occasionally nosing under your jaw like he’s checking that you haven’t somehow slipped out of his orbit in the last three minutes. When you try to reach for the salt he simply tightens his arms and carries you two steps to the left so he doesn’t have to let go.
You’ll sit on the couch to answer a message and suddenly the entire sofa dips under his weight. Valko drapes himself over your lap like a living weighted blanket, head in the crook of your neck, one massive hand spanning your thigh. If you shift even slightly he makes a low, wounded sound and nuzzles harder until you give up and card your fingers through his hair. Only then does the unhappy rumble fade into contented silence.
You’ll try to leave the bed in the morning and his arm becomes an iron bar across your waist. Eyes still closed, he pulls you back under the covers, tucks your face against his throat, and murmurs, voice sleep-rough and utterly unapologetic,“Five more minutes… stays with me.” His tail curls around your calf like a soft, insistent chain. You know those five minutes will stretch into twenty, and somehow you never mind.
You’ll be reading on the floor and he’ll simply drop down beside you, roll onto his side, and drag you half on top of him so your head rests over his heart. Every time you turn a page he presses a lazy kiss to your hair, as if reminding the book that it is only borrowing you for a little while.
And every single time—when he steals you from sleep, when he rewrites your scent, when he refuses to let even a foot of space exist between you—you feel that same helpless, fond ache bloom behind your ribs.
He’s the big bad wolf. He’s also the clingiest, softest, most ridiculously devoted thing you’ve ever known. And somehow that combination is completely, devastatingly yours.
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You didn’t mean to stare, to memorize his cafe order. Same thing every day, chocolate croissant, hot cocoa and a banana—for balance, you supposed. Not the breakfast you’d expect for a man dressed in three piece suits every morning. He looked important, down to his jewelry, frameless glasses and cropped hair. Even with an heir of seriousness, his voice was always calm, never raising a decible, even when a new barista got his order wrong.
It wasn’t often you wanted to speak to strangers, and they didn’t approach you either. Your nose was always pressed to a laptop screen or report anyway, especially with the uprise of Wanderer appearances in the city. Those reports piled, your limbs ached and the dark circles never seemed to fade. Somehow, though, you looked forward to the silent routine of watching this handsome and mysterious redhead.
Until he wasn’t there, wasn’t sitting at the far corner table near the window. You frowned, completely oblivious to the poor girl behind the counter attempting to take you next. “Ma’am? Can I get something started for you?” Geez, get it together, it’s not like you talked anyway. Not that you were going to, or if he even wanted to. “Ah, sorry just a green tea today—and a muffin.”
“What kind?”
You leaned down, peering into the glass case. This cafe baked everything fresh and you had tried one of every pastry since their grand opening, so why was it so hard to decide now?
“The double chocolate is my personal favorite.”
That voice, deep, honeyed—familiar. How long had he been standing behind you?
“Oh—okay. Sure, I’ll try it. Thank you,” you replied, thank god you didn’t stutter. “Don’t mention it.”
“Morning, Valko, same as usual?” The barista called over the hissing of milk frothers and espresso machines. “Ha, am I that predictable?,” he grinned. Now you knew his name, though you wish it could have been in a scenario where you were exchanging your own. Valko wasn’t sporting his usual CEO-like attire. Instead a baggy hoodie, shorts and sneakers took its place. Even his glasses were different, larger frames, sitting high on the hump of his nose. You were staring even harder now, seeing his features this close. If he wasn’t modeling on the side, it’d be a waste of such a perfectly squared jaw and toned physique.
“M’sorry to intrude on your order like that, I’m kind of a chocolate fiend,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. He towered your frame as you stood side by side at the pick up counter, had he always looked this–big? “I’ve noticed—,” oh, shit.
“You have?,” his grin widened and brows raised nearly to his hair line. Your heart was currently sinking to your ass. “I—I just see you in here a lot, that’s all.” Was this a coffee shop or graveyard, because you could die on the spot. “So you’ve been watchin’ me?” “I never said that…” He reached for your order, then handed it to you with a wink, “didn’t have to.” Your paths split then, he headed for the exit and your usual routine was completely thrown. But before he left, Valko turned on his heel. “Actually, if you’re here tomorrow, maybe we could share a table? That way you don’t have to stare across the cafe,” he beamed, crooked and crinkled around the eyes.
This man had quite the nerve to tease you so boldly, he didn’t even know your name yet—
“Sorry I didn’t ask, what should I call ya?”
Your answer tumbled so dryly from your throat, a frog could learn to croak from you. “Cool. Well, uh tell me how you like the muffin, ‘kay? Later!”
“See you…”
A large gust of wind blew past your lips, had you been holding your breath that entire time? The paper bag holding that precious chocolate muffin crinkled between your fingers, if you held it any tighter, you’d be left with crumbs instead. Admittedly, even with a mask of nonchalance worn on your face, you couldn’t wait for it to be 8:30 AM on a Thursday.
It rained that morning. Even though springs were warm here, a surprise storm came now and again. You shook off your umbrella, stepped through the cafe doors and there he was. Far corner table by the window, same as always. This time, however, his laptop and normally scattered papers were neatly tucked, as if the remaining space was reserved for you. And… muffin and green tea were there too, steam freshly billowing in the air. “Hey, g’morning,” he greeted warmly, waving with a half peeled banana in his hand. You hung your bag and coat over the back of the chair, “morning. Did you…buy me breakfast? Lemme pay you back—.”
Valko made a small sound, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, “nah, don’t worry about it. My treat. I’m just happy to have some company.” He watched you expectantly, then his eyes–those gorgeous pools of gold–flicked toward the still empty seat. “You are gonna join me, right?” Without letting another awkward second pass, you sank into the cushioned chair and dug out your things. Laptop, reports, yours and Tara’s in fact. You truly were a great friend, completing them for her while she’s on sick leave. “You’re a Hunter, huh?,” Valko inquired, peering over his lenses. You looked at his own piles of notes, or rather they looked like blueprints of some kind. “Yeah, going on three years. Unicorns division.”
“High ranks, I’m honored to be in your presence,” he gave a two-finger salute. He seemed to be a natural flirt, oozing charisma from his pores. It made your cheeks warm and throat dry, you remedied that with a sip of tea.
“And you? These look…quite intricate,” you replied, gesturing to the neat pile of paperwork and pens with shallow teeth marks in their caps. Valko brushed croissant crumbs off the blue gridded paper, “oh these? Just some prototypes. Trying to draw up designs for prosthetic limbs featuring this new ‘Eoncore’ tech. Nerdy stuff, y’know?” That name sounded all too familiar, maybe heard in passing at HQ.
“So, you’re an engineer then?”
Valko adjusted his glasses, taking a sip of cocoa—you stifled a laugh when the lenses fogged up. “Uh-huh, something like that. I also teach the college robotics team when I’m not in the lab. Hey, how was that muffin by the way?” I guess you’d skip over the fact that you were sitting before a tech prodigy for now. “Very…rich. I normally get the breakfast sandwich, but they were out that day.”
“So you’re more into savory foods, huh? Noted.” He tapped his temple with a finger as if to punctuate your tastes into his memory, like he’d be buying you breakfast again. Maybe even as soon as tomorrow. “What else do you like, Miss Hunter?”
As his sentence ended, your brain had suddenly been wiped clean. What did you like? Who were you before 8:30 AM on a Thursday? “I…like rain, the sound and smell. ‘Petrichor’ is the word for it, I think. Kinda weird, I know. And taking the train instead of driving. I prefer nights, I feel more like myself when the world is quiet.” Valko rested his chin into his palm, the cafe no longer existed, nor did the copious amounts of work, even the last bite of his croissant went ignored. “Anything else?”
“And…really bad horror movies.”
“How bad?”
“Like, one-star rated bad.”
He smiled, hard enough to reveal the dimples on his jaw. Of course he had those, freckles too. “What about you?,” you asked, tearing off a piece of muffin. “Me?,” he replied, glancing down at your lips as you chewed. “Yeah, what do you like? You have to have some hobbies other than being here. I mean, yesterday you weren’t even in a suit—“
“So observant,” he chided, you nearly choked. How could you ignore the way his shoulders poked through a loose-fitting hoodie, when his thighs nearly ripped his four inch inseam shorts. He didn’t even look sweaty that day, a glow radiated off his faintly flushed cheeks. “Well, since you asked so nicely, if I’m not here, at the lab or in the gym—I prefer a more scenic environment. The forest, specifically.” Somehow that just made sense. Valko looked like he belonged to the wilderness, like he’d howl at a full moon. His eyes, with the right amount of sun, were a warm, wolfish-yellow.
“You should be careful out there, fluctuations have been unstable in certain parts of the forest,” you warned before working on another bite of muffin. Maybe you liked sweets more than you thought. Or perhaps the company of the person that bought them for you. “Copy that. But maybe if I’m lucky,” he already felt lucky just sitting next to you, “you’ll come flying to my rescue.” You were going to pretend that didn’t make your cheeks hot and stomach twist. “What kind of Hunter would I be if I didn’t?” Oh? Was his charm already rubbing off on you? Stuck to your sweater like a dog’s fur. Maybe.
Your breakfast ‘dates’ continued over the next few months, a new routine that grew on you fondly. On the days where one of you arrived before the other, you got each other’s order—and every time, Valko refused your cash but tucked his in your tote pocket. “For a rainy day”, he claimed, it hadn’t rained since that first Thursday you spent together. While the breakfast sandwich was your favorite—turkey sausage, egg and a slice of what was probably processed cheese—you began to really crave that chocolate muffin. And, whether or not you were ready to admit it, you really, really liked Valko.
It was a slow morning in the cafe, quiet, save for the coffee machines and toaster oven timers. Your reports were caught up this week, so you had offered to help Valko organize some slides for an upcoming seminar he’d be presenting at. “Hey so, I know we’ve been meeting here almost every morning, and I’ve really appreciate your help,” he said, breaking an hour long silence.
“But…?”
“Oh, no buts, it’s just…”
Was he nervous? Flushing from cheeks to ears? You liked this version of him. Sure, the witty and charismatic Valko was fun, but the one that anxiously chewed his pen cap simply from your presence was just as endearing. “I was thinking, maybe we could hang out at night too…?”
“Are you asking me out?” Now his face was nearly crimson. “That depends, will you say yes?”
You smiled, which seemed to ease his tensed shoulders, “sure will.”
A week from today, that was when you’d have your movie night. Besides, you had to show him those infamous horror films. Between now and then, work dragged and he was busier than normal, so the cafe didn’t see either of you. He wanted you at the seminar, said your contribution deserved to be appreciated by your eyes just as much as everyone else’s. While you didn’t understand all of the tech-y jargon, watching Valko speak passionately about his studies and future partnership with Akso hospital, made you fall just a little harder. You saw how he drew in the crowd, made them interested and attentive—it didn’t take much. He spoke to the room like they were in the lab along side him and you could hardly notice when phrases and protocols were simplified for those who didn’t understand. Nothing that came out of his mouth hinted that he knew better, that he was the best person to ever exist. He was just someone that wanted to make a difference. Just Valko in an expensive suit.
As the event came to an end, applause and crowd dispersed, you found yourself searching for that red hair and pair of golden eyes. “Hey, you,” his hands rested on your shoulders, turning you in for a hug. “Hey,” you wheezed from his strength. This was the first physical affection you’d had in a while, from a man at least. Tara had a habit of being an aggressive hugger, too.
“You’re hugging me.”
“I am.”
His embrace felt different, lingering as if he didn’t want to let go, or lose you in this sea of physicians and business people. He really was huge, his body swallowed yours whole. And he was warm and…did he always smell this nice? How many seconds had passed before you realized your fingers were curling into his blazer? He must have noticed, because he held you even tighter.
“Valko—my lungs.” “Ha, sorry, I’m just really glad you came.” His gaze had changed too, softening more than usual, pupils wider. It wasn’t lost on you that he didn’t look at anyone else like this, either.
“You were amazing. I snapped a few pictures, hope you don’t mind. Never seen you look so official before today.” Valko rubbed the nape of his neck, “yeah, it comes with the work, I guess. I prefer being silly, though.” Of course, the man whose favorite drink was chocolate milk, who scribbled comic strips on the cafe napkins and had a cartoonish wolf keychain on his keys would be a total dork. And you’d take that over serious any day.
You wanted the big framed glasses, the baggy hoodies and sweat pants. You wanted the sight of him running a hand through his hair, unbothered by the cowlick the motion left behind. The sharp tailored suits, clean cut edges were eye catching, sure. But the softness of his laugh, the little hum he gave after taking a bite of those chocolate croissants, how he chooses to be himself with you—that is what left his finger prints on your mind.
Valko knew after a while that he was falling for you. If you wanted something beyond friendship, he would be lying to say he didn’t want the same. If you preferred nights, he was going to be the moon. Share those quiet hours that understood you the most. But for now, being your emotional support horror movie partner was good enough.
His apartment was homy and humble. Plants filled the space from floor to ceiling, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he lived in a greenhouse. Warm lamplight and the television’s glow lit the room, the aroma of popcorn smelled like butter and salt and good times. Valko even dipped into his secret chocolate stash just for tonight, gracious of him, really. He sat on the floor, back pressed to the couch, while you sank into the cushions hugging a pillow close to your chest. One of your legs hung off the edge, nearly touching Valko’s shoulder, but he didn’t mind and neither did you.
“Alright, aaand done,” he said with a punctuating click on his mousepad. Ever since the seminar, he’d been rattling off emails to research teams and shareholders. Now, laptop shut and chocolate bar in hand, he was yours for the rest of the evening. “This is one of the best-worst zombie films of all time,” you announced, “I hope you’re ready.” Valko chuckled, “I’ve never been more excited than right now, actually.”
“You scared?”
“Pft, nah. Not with my brave Hunter here to protect me.”
His Hunter? His. You really liked the sound of that. It made your ears ring and pulse flicker. The remote was clutched in your hand, palms clammy, thumb hovering above the play button. Curse him for getting you flustered with such simple words.
“Hey, you gonna start the movie or stare into space a little longer?,” he chided. You scoffed, shaking off the nerves and butterflies in your stomach. The movie was just what you remembered. Bad acting, terrible cgi, did the the blood always resemble ketchup? Most of the duration you spent laughing between bites of popcorn and candy. But, about half way through, there was one scene you seemed to forget. A loud and startling jump-scare flashed across the screen. Probably what earned this garbage fire of a film its one-star rating. Valko flinched, grabbing hold of your ankle like a life line. You yelped, launching the pillow from your lap, unsure if his grip or the movie scared you more.
“Whoa—you never said anything about jumps-cares!,” Valko huffed.
“To be fair, I forgot that part even hap—oh.”
“Oh, sorry..,” he murmured, letting his hand slip away. It felt more like a caress than a retreat, slow, intentional—almost reverent. Your entire leg pebbled with goodbumps, his ears were bright red.
“N-no, it’s fine…”
“Just fine?”
Valko turned to face you, golden eyes reading your expression before falling on your lips. Your next move was deciding whether you kept watching the movie, or abandon it completely.
“…more than fine…”
You went with the latter.
“Careful..”
“Scared?,” this question had a new meaning now, charged with one million volts. But Valko had never looked more sure to take things to the next level. So who was scared really? Whose heart was pounding behind their ribs?
“Only that you don’t want this, or me.” He filled the space between your knees, that same hand trailing up your shin. “Because I want you.” You reached for the remote, turning the movie off completely. The room was just a little darker now, it didn’t keep you from seeing the look on Valko’s face. “How bad?,” you asked, voice warm and low.
His hand smoothed over your thigh, fingers just barely touching the hem of your pajama shorts. “Let me show you.”
“I’d like that…”
That was all he needed. He scooped you into his arms, taking your place on the couch as you straddled his lap. When he kissed you, it wasn’t rushed, or messy. His lips still tasted faintly of chocolate as they swept over yours. Valko moaned into your mouth, a sound so desperate and wanton you couldn’t help but mirror the sound back into his. His fingers dug into your hips when you slid your tongue into his mouth. Then your hands began to wander. Combing through his hair, roughly gripping the roots because you loved the whine it pulled from his throat. Valko’s fingertips traced patterns on your thighs, growling when you’d shiver. “Do you believe me, now?”
“Think I need a little more convincing.”
He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, letting his lips and tongue work at the pulse fluttering beneath the skin. Sounds emanated that you couldn’t explain, nor control. “Mmh, cute,” he breathed, “what other noises can you make?” You ground into him, mouthing at the lobe of his ear, letting it slide between your teeth, “depends on where you else you decide to use that tongue.”
“Fuck—,” he rasped.
Your back hit the cushions and Valko’s hoodie ripped over his shoulders, tossed somewhere, but that wasn’t important. God, he looked edible. Big, broad, muscles you didn’t even knew existed taught with waning restraint. His chest was heaving, pupils blown wide, “can I?,” he asked, hands waiting at the hem of your shirt. He’d never been more thankful to hear the word ‘yes’, how it left you breathlessly, like the sound was delivered to him on a cloud. Your bra came off next, fumbled between trembling fingers. Valko moaned at the sight of you, the rise and fall of your chest. Soft, supple, made for worship. His face lowered between your breasts, pressing slow, lingering kisses. You bit your lower lip, letting your nails drag over his scalp.
“More…,” you sighed.
How could he keep you waiting when you begged so pretty? The gasps, whines and moans you gave him as his mouth came around each nipple were enough to drive him mad. He couldn’t help but rut his hips into you, chase the warmth radiating from your core. The heavy, thick length between his legs didn’t go unnoticed, even through suffocating layers of fabric.
“Wanna taste you–fuck–can I baby?,” he pleaded. His brows were knitted tight, eyes glossed and hazy. Valko swiped a stripe with his tongue just below your navel, “I need it.” His pleas were met with the arch of your hips, pushing away your shorts. He assisted in the removal, catching the elastic band of your panties, leaving you completely bare.
His arms coiled around your thighs, face disappearing between them. “God, look at you. Did I do this?,” he purred, “are you wet because of me?”
He lapped slowly, his tongue wide and flat against you to savor every inch of slick flesh. Now your nails were at his back, dragging lightly until his mouth found your clit. “Oh, my god—,” you keened, eyes rolling back, hips chasing friction. His voice hummed against you, vibrating up your spine. Lidded eyes gazed from below, admiring every arch and twisted expression. When you felt too far away, he buried his face deeper, growling with satisfaction when your thighs closed around his head. “That’s it, babygirl, take what’s yours.”
“‘M close…haah,” you gasped, panting more as your first climax approached. Valko’s lips stayed encircled around your clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he curled two fingers inside. “Give it to me, that’s it. So good…,” he praised, massaging your most tender spot. It was torture and bliss all at once, coiling inside like a snake ready to strike. “Don’t wanna—ruin your couch,” you gasped, that fear didn’t seem to halt how your pussy ground against his chin. “Don’t care…,” Valko growled, “make a fuckin’ mess.” Finally, your body let go. Each wave more intense than the last, caught by his tongue, met with his praise. “God, you’re perfect,” he professed, “pussy’s perfect…,” your thigh became a canvas for his lips and teeth. “You taste so…,”
“Perfect?,” you said, almost out of breath.
“Incredible.”
Valko rose from between your thighs, he left a path of kisses and marks from your stomach to your lips. His tongue tasted like the perfect blend of you and him, heady and sweet. “You’re not done, yet, right?,” you didn’t care how insatiable you sounded. That made Valko huff a laugh, “not even close, look at what you doing to me.” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, guiding you to palm the throbbing evidence between his legs. There was no hiding that behind his grey sweatpants. “I want it…,” you whispered, then squeezed. Valko hissed, “easy there—I want nothing more than to give it to you.” His fingers dove beneath the waistband, pushing away the last barrier that kept you two apart.
Big was an understatement, his cock hung heavily, twitching as it met the heated air. It was…rather pretty, too. Tan like the rest of him, the tip flushed and dewy. You licked your lips before tucking the bottom one into your teeth. “Breathe for me, kay?,” he murmured, holding himself at the base. You nodded, peering down at where he began to tease you. Valko felt just a tiny bit greedy, dragging his crown through your folds, tapping slowly against your clit. “So messy for me…,” he said, low, almost to himself.
“Valko—p-please,” you stuttered.
“Mm. Sorry….she’s just so pretty.”
The stretch was intoxicating, inch by inch making you pleasantly full. A sound echoed from your mouths, a grateful, needy whine that filled the space between your bodies. Valko eased your thighs into your chest, sinking on top of you until his weight stole your breath. It felt too good, even if he hadn’t moved yet, it made you clench and flutter just from his presence inside.
You never thought you’d be here, beneath him. Never once did it cross your mind that your nails would bite into his back as his name dripped off your tongue. Until now, of course. Until that first deliberate roll of his hips made you both curse through gritted teeth. Valko gave you every part of him, every inch your body could take. And you took him well.
“So…deep,” you moaned.
“Mmh—I know.” His jaw hung slack, watching in awe at how your pussy swallowed him to the base. “Is it mine? Tell me it is…”
“Valko…”
“Please, tell me it’s mine. Want you to be mine,” he whimpered, grinding flush against you. The friction was too much, making it impossible to breathe, let alone speak. He melted into you again, lips on your neck. Each kiss was hotter than the last, followed by tongue and teeth. “I’m yours too,” he rasped, “all yours.”
“Mine,” you echoed.
“Yes, baby, all yours…”
Now it was your turn to feel greedy. That little green monster hidden in your deepest depths came crawling to the surface. Because, yes, you did want him—before tonight was even an idea in your mind. And here he was, proudly begging for approval. Then finally, you found your voice.
“So take it…,” you said.
“Hm?”
Your arms laced around his neck, tugging his ear to your mouth. “This pussy is yours, so take it…”
His hands flexed where they molded to your waist. He drew back slowly, until you were almost empty and protesting at the loss. Valko stared proudly at the silky mess of slick on his cock before thrusting back inside. The pace he set was faster, but not harsh. Just enough to make your vision blur around the edges. “Feel so–ah–so fuckin’ good,” he rasped, raw and strained. Your legs came around him, heels digging into his spine. He wasn’t close enough, wasn’t deep enough inside. His body agreed as it sank into yours, heavy and grounding. Your hips arched to meet his groin, stealing what friction you could. Nothing existed except for him, tangled breath and limbs, the heartbeat pounding in your chest.
“Mine,” you repeated a second time. Then again and again and again. Each time matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going,” he whispered, “don’t fuckin’ stop.”
The word fell off your lips like you invented it, warm and slurred and sweet like honey. Valko hummed with approval, he throbbed where you connected and licked the lines of your throat. Your taste satiated him, scent hypnotized his every move, he’d never get enough. What he wanted most was your mess, coating his length, darkening the upholstery. “Baby…,” he said, “want you to cum f’me, want it so bad.” His hand slid between your joined hips, fingertips finding that aching little bud. A gasp ripped from you then, your walls clenching him like a vice. The growl he gave was satisfactory, music to your ears. “Like that? Tell me.”
The nod you gave was an answer, but it wasn’t enough. “Say it, wanna hear you.” The circles rubbing against you had started slow, but heightened with every buck and whimper. “C’mon, pretty girl. Tell me you wanna cum on my cock…”
“I do…”
“Yeah?”
“U-uh huh—mmh.”
His eyes were piercing pools of gold, boring into you, watching every expression. He would never forgive himself if he missed the chance to see how pleasure bloomed across your face. How your eyes would roll back and jaw fell open. He could already hear the sounds, pitched, whiny—all because of him. “Go on, I gotchu…”
Valko’s thumb circled faster, you clawed at his biceps, leaving crescent lines in his skin. The dull heat in your stomach came to a boil, and you couldn’t wait for it to spill over. He urged you again, with his touch and voice and fullness. You said his name where words failed to come. “Yes, baby, m’right here.”
“I–I’m—“
“Cum. For. Me,” it was no longer a want nor need, but a command. A firm, guttural order and your body responded to with jolting hips and echoing cries. Valko lost himself in the waves, tossed around by the currant of your release. He rolled into you with heavy thrusts until the heat of him gushed from where he was buried. The calm came unhurriedly, with shallow breath, slow kisses and soft caressing. The couch didn’t feel so small, even as your bodies nearly slid to the carpet. He was warm, not the suffocating kind like humidity during summer. But when the sun peaked through branches in autumn. You traced the raised lines you left down his back and curled your fingers into his hair, paying the dampness of it no mind. Valko’s hands explored the length of your torso and suppleness of each thigh. What remaining desire he had left came in the way he palmed your ass and groaned into your neck. As if he wasn’t completely spent, as if he needed seconds.
“You okay?,” he murmured, resting on an elbow to look at you.
“Mm. I am, are you?”
He huffed, forehead falling to your shoulder, “I’m the luckiest man alive. You felt—you were amazing.”
A drowsy smile pulled at the corners of your lips, eyes closing as if you could sleep right there beneath his weight.
“So pretty,” he sighed.
“Hm?”
“When you smile like that. I wanna make sure you do it all the time.”
“Valko…,”
“Can I?,” he asked smoothing his thumb across your cheek. “Sure can.” His grin was tired, but honest, “perfect.” He kissed the tip of your nose, your cheek and finally your lips. It was deep, slow leaving his taste on your tongue—pulling a moan from your throat.
“Careful,” Valko warned, “I’m, uh, still…” You felt him, not quite hard but certainly nowhere near softening, still deep enough to make you squirm.
“Maybe I don’t wanna be careful.”
He throbbed, his hand tightening around your hip, “talking like that is gonna get you thrown on my mattress…”
You quirked your brow, running a finger down Valko’s chest, “you say that like it’s a threat.”
He was on his feet in seconds, forearms tucked under your thighs and headed for the bedroom. His lips pressed against your shoulder before he murmured low and hot into your ear.
“It’s a promise.”
———
In the midst of somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, you felt the bed shift. The once warm presence slowly dissolving from your side. You whined, rolling over into the dent where Valko’s body was. “Stay right there, gonna make us breakfast, kay?” You grumbled something in response, he chuckled before kissing your cheek.
“My famous chocolate chip pancakes.”
The smell woke your senses first. Warm batter, sweet chocolate, the aroma curled around your nose and dragged you out of bed. You shimmied into his giant hoodie that hung off your frame like a tent and padded into the kitchen. Valko stood at the stove, hair disheveled, dressed only in boxer briefs. Not the worst sight first thing in the morning, even if they were thrown on in a sleepy stupor. You giggled at the fact that they were backwards.
“Hey, you’re up,” he said, “hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll bring it to you, nice hoodie by the way.” You eased into a dining chair, watching him from across the room. It sort of started this way, didn’t it? Long gazes from afar, the smell of coffee and early mornings. Except Valko was no longer the stranger in the cafe. He was the man you wanted to eat pancakes with every Sunday.
~*~*~*
a/n: I can’t wait until he’s in the game, ugh! Thank you for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! Please do not plagiarize, repost or feed into ai.
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Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
You were gripping onto a shelf lined with all sorts of files and papers, completely bent over between the rows inside what looked like a storage room. Dimly lit by the fluorescents peeking in under the door, shadows of passing footsteps appeared every now and then. Your pants were pooled at your ankles, the wood in your hold creaking with every shift in movement.
“Ko, please.”
He responded with a low whine from behind you.
He had been dry humping you for a while now, or at least in theory, because his dick was the furthest it could be from your achy cunt, sliding along your lower back instead.
You wanted to take matters into your own hands, but he was making it real hard with the way he was kneading your ass, still red from his smacks earlier, sending the stimulation straight to where you needed him most.
“F-fuck, I wanna– I wanna be inside you so bad.”
“Then go inside, you idiot.”
Of course, you could feel your patience wearing thin, your pussy was drooling so much it probably left a puddle at your feet.
“I-I’m trying baby.” he whimpered, burying his face in your hair.
You felt his hand grip your hip tighter, guiding you up onto your tippy-toes while his other hand reached down to lower his dick toward your puffy entrance.
When you felt his blunt tip pressing against you, your back arched on its own, a moan spilling from your lips as you chased sweet relief.
...And then his dick popped back upward, resting flat against your ass again.
“Fuck. me.” So close to feeling your sweet pussy just to have it taken away.
His hand shifted down to reach your clit, rubbing circles as he bent his own knees instead, but the angle just wasn't working.
He let out a growl, utterly frustrated with how he was cockblocking himself.
“You know what, puppy?” He straightened up, planting both hands firmly on your hips to steady you. “Sorry in advance.”
“Wha–”
Before you could ask what he meant, your feet left the floor completely. He hoisted your entire body by your hips up to where he needed you, and your hands scrambled wildly for support against the shelf.
All your complaints dissolved in your throat as Valko drove his dick all the way inside you in one swift thrust, knocking the air clean out of your lungs.
“There ya go. Good girl.”
And oh did he fuck you after that, like a man deprived of his needs for way too long.
Acting as if he weren't supporting your entire weight with his arms alone, he effortlessly positioned you to take every thrust.
“Finally– shiiit just like that ngh– you’re gonna take this dick baby.”
“Ko–”
You could do nothing but hold on for dear life and sob. Being fucked mid-air was too overwhelming, all control given up and your body completely at his mercy.
“Maybe next time we should get you a stool,” he snickered to himself, enamored by the way your back arched and tensed for him.
B/N : thought i might extend the edging curse to valko aswell :>
Meet my unholy trio - also known as the sitable (that’s not even a word) biteable nose trio (that’s still not a real word but we work with it). You could also call them the side profile trio I guess… Can you tell I’m indecisive and uncreative with names.
You've talked a lot about them grabbing your hair, but what about you grabbing theirs??
Also, them grabbing you by the chin is so hot too!
I think Zayne's whole life would flash before his eyes if you grabbed his hair and pulled it with the intention of like... pain? Like imagine he's eating you out and you're getting overstimulated and you just lose it and grab a fistful of his hair and pull so so so hard because you really need him to detach his mouth from your poor pussy...
Yeah, shit, he liked that a little too much.
Sylus loves it, encourages it, always has and always will. We know he's a sucker for pain and he undoubtedly loves when you fuck him up. He'll fuck you in missionary, fold you in half, just so you have no choice but to grip his slivery hair and tug and tug and tug... He doesn't care if he's bald by the end, so long as you are the one who does it.
Valko? Be so careful with his ears because that does hurt but not in a good way. He loves them scratched and pet but pulled? Oh the poor baby will whimper from genuine pain. Pull his hair or tail? He loves it, gives him the chills, makes him shiver and wanna rut into you harder.
Rafayel surprises himself with the moan that tumbles from his lips, slobbering all up your stomach as you yank him from your pussy. The way your nails dig into his scalp feels so good, the goosebumps that erupt over his skin has him panting at you to do it again, hips grinding into your leg, thigh, any surface he can reach for some sort of friction.
Xavier pulls right back, it turns into a game of tug of war. It's not that he doesn't like it, he does! But the sensation of your hands pulling his hair just sends the primal urge through him to do it back. Now, you're making out hot and heavy, teeth and tongue clashing, one hand groping his body while the other grips his hair... and vice versa.
Caleb cums from it, the pathetic bastard. God he just loves the feeling of you using him, being mean to him, bullying him in all the right ways. Why? Because it only fuels his fantasies on how he's going to get you back, tenfold. So go ahead, pull on his hair until your heart is content, he's just going to return the favor the second you cum.
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Zayne freezes at your words, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his choice of clothing for the day. He glances down, trying to understand what the issue is. It's a fitted black turtleneck and a pair of slacks. What could be so wrong with it?
"You look too hot." You answer his unasked question, walking over to him with a pout on your face.
"It's quite thin. I won't overheat." He's still a little confused. Did you forget his evol keeps him cool?
"Not that kind of hot. Just...you look too sexy. It's bad enough you have a face like that. With this outfit? Someone would snatch you away in an instant." Your arms slip around his waist, hugging him almost posessively.
Heat begins to creep up his neck. Of course he was aware he was attractive, but it wasn't something he actively tried to be. Mostly he kept himself in good shape for the sake of his health, with the added bonus of your appreciation.
"Should I change?"
You sigh, hands beginning to slip under his shirt and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He tenses at the feeling, raising a brow at you. Still, he can't help but be flattered.
"It would be for the best. I think you could cause a car crash looking like this. And think of your patients! If you were my doctor and I had heart problems, I think I would drop dead the moment you walked in the door."
"I am your doctor."
"Exactly. Now go change. Put on a cardigan. Maybe two for good measure."
Well, at least now he knows what to wear when you're giving him the silent treatment.
۶ৎ he'll offer you his credit card and be content allowing you to purchase everything you want when you're on dates together, even if you end up spending most of it.
۶ৎ valko is that type of boyfriend who feels incomplete if he's not touching you in some way. he'll intertwine his fingers with yours while he's focused on driving, hold you closely when you're together visiting a crowded place, sit beside you in a restaurant booth just so that he can rest his hand on your squishy thigh.
۶ৎ the simplest way to relax him is to play with his fuzzy hair, rub his ears, or caress his cheeks. his tense jaw will unclench, flexed muscles will un tighten. his giant body will melt into you entirely when you pet his head and lightly fondle his soft face. it makes him feel sooo good.
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۶ৎ valko is a serious pussy eater. you're sweaty and haven't showered yet? doesn't matter. on your period? he's still devouring you carelessly if you desire it. feeling lazy and in the mood to be a receiving princess? he'll pleasure your clit without any expectations.
۶ৎ has a little happy trail down there and rarely shaves his pubic hair. valko doesn't care whether you decide to shave yourself or not, but he hugely prefers your natural body.
۶ৎ valko actually enjoys foreplay more than you do. watching the cute fucked out expressions you make, making your legs shake after you orgasmed from just his lengthy fingers, the way you squirm and whimper his name repeatedly like a mantra. all of it has him completely whipped.
۶ৎ whether you're being the dominant partner or not, valko is obsessed with body worship during sex. he just loves the idea of either of you treating the other person's figure like a temple.
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Came back to this post and it got me thinking about all the LaDS guys coupled up and having a small party together. Raf and Valko, Caleb and Xavier, Sylus and Zayne (and MC and Tara because MC would kill as a boo'ed-up lesbian.)
Zayne and Sylus as the perfect hosts. Zayne making sure every glass stays full, every dietary restriction or preference is accounted for, mostly observing and sending secret smiles at Sylus across the room, who returns them with a smoldering gaze because Zayne's skill at moving efficiently and authoritatively while still managing to exude care and attentiveness turns him all the way the fuck on.
Sylus presides over everything like a lord over his manor. He can personally attest to the quality of everything being served and is at ease and almost playful among his friends. They savor his attention just as much as they savor the food.
Rafayel and Valko are obviously the life of the party, playing off of each other and everyone else. They're the kind of couple that yells across the room for a piece of information only the other one knows. They seem to chase each other around without meaning to, Rafayel tapping Valko's ass as he slips past him to the drink table and throwing a smirk at his boyfriend's shocked and pleased face. Later, Valko sneaks up and steals a kiss and a canape from Rafayel before darting off to talk tech with Sylus.
Caleb and Xavier are the "attached at the hip" couple, never wandering too far from each other, their mutual possessiveness settled into a kind of permanent shared space. Talking to one of them feels almost incomplete without the other one there, at least at first. Wine starts to flow and Caleb and MC break into embarrassing and hilarious stories from their childhood. Xavier wants Tara to do a tarot reading for him and listens in wide-eyed fascination at the eerie precision of the responses.
But they always drift back to each other before too much time passes and you see in their eyes a small smattering of relief that you're certain neither of them are conscious of, a barely perceptible sense of "oh, there you are," that never quite goes away.
The night deepens and the borders relax even further. Rafayel gets Xavier to accompany him on the piano for a song. Valko completely melts Sylus's cool exterior and they loudly nerd out with abandon, eventually dragging in Caleb so they can marvel at his cybernetic arm for the umpteenth time. Even Zayne is feeling it, dancing with Tara to Rafayel's ethereal voice while MC stares lovingly at her girlfriend with big doe-eyes.
Just the way they all move and mix and flirt and laugh the night away, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Just beautiful people having a beautiful night.
A/N: I have always had a phobia of birth and a hatred of taking care of children. But, as an AFAB, it has always been expected of me to have children, to even enjoy their presence. But, reality is I can't stand them. Of course, I force myself to tolerate them because it's not their fault. Still, I wanted to write this for every woman or AFAB who don't want kids but are surrounded by a famdom that enjoy it.
🌸 — XAVIER
At first, he was confused as to why you wouldn't wanted children. Being as old as he is, he had been used to the more traditional ideal of 'women love kids', and although he knows that right now this isn't always true, it often still there in the back of his mind. Still, he understands your decision. Though, a part of him felt a little sad at the idea of not being able to achieve one of the futures he had thaught of sharing with you, he didn't mind it. Xavier was more so now scared of accidentally getting you pregnant now more then anything.
Xavier always made sure to be extra careful with you. During intimacy, he makes sure to use protections of all kinds. Sometimes, his protections come in odd forms like buying strange things online, though usually he simply does his best.
Eventually, you do decide to remove your ability to get pregnant entirely and he was supportive every step of the way. Those who tried to change your mind by pulling the normal "it's just a phase," or "What about Xavier?" ended up being met with Xavier's anger.
He glared a lot. His eyes narrowing on the strangers who wanted nothing more then to change your mind because of their own beliefs. By the time you got your surgery, he had scared off many of the employees. Even those who came to check up on you after, disliked coming into the room.
"You know when I was your age, I also didn't want kids but then I met my husband and we had our first child and I couldn't be happier-"
".... Star made their decision. Please leave us alone...." He sighed.
The women looked offended for a moment but left the room soon after. Xavier couldn't be happier.
"You were so mean." You sighed.
"She was being rude..."
And this was how it went on until you got better.
🌸 — Rafayel
Rafayel surprisingly also did not care that much for the prospect of children. In his mind, if they appeared they appeared, if they didn't, he didn't mind. They took energy and effort that he simply did not have and he also didn't want to just throw all the responsibility on your shoulders. So when you did tell him, he simply shrugged and got a procedure by one of his colleagues.
At the end of the day, he was there for you and nothing else much. If you wanted kids, he would have been happy to give them, if you didn't he would be happy to remove that option.
🌸 — Zayne
Children were a prospect he had planned for meticulously, not out of want but out of preparation in case. He had even been saving money on the side in a savings account for any emergency, including a surprise pregnancy. In truth, Zayne did want children but as a cardiology surgeon and an extremely busy one, he did not have the time to care for them.
It's why when you sat him down to speak to him about your wishes to not have any, he was relieved.
As a doctor, Zayne's first thaught as a doctor was to ask if you wanted to have any procedures done. He even offered to get a vasectomy if that is what was more comfortable for you. As your lover, his first thaught was to make a stop at the pharmacy to buy more protection.
🌸 — Sylus
You had thaught Sylus would take this differently then he did. First, he seemed to take it well. Simply staying silent for a few moments before saying "If that's what you want sweetie." and scooping you into his arms. However, afterwards he seemed quieter then usual. He was often lost in his own head, those red eyes drifting off along with his thaughts. Though he never said anything, it didn't take much to find off he was processing.
The Onichynus leader, big and strong man, had one dream and one dream only. To live a long peaceful life with a picket-fence, Maphisto as your dog, and two small little kids. Specifically, a young girl and a young boy (or whatever they choose to identify as). Deep down, he was sad. Not devastated. Just sad.
You were worried at first, worried that he would choose to leave you but he noticed and quickly squashed down that idea. Sylus would never leave you for this, not even if he really wanted kids. Truth is, he was content with you.
He loved you. You.
Not the dream of normalcy he had but of you. Because of this, he absolutely would work through his own sadness and continue being with you.
🌸 — Caleb
If misery was a facial structure it would be the one you saw on Caleb. Emotionless eyes stare into your own, all color desaturated from them, all luster just gone. Even his face became blank, the smile that once ment joy was so unbearably melancholic it made your stomach churn.
"Nothin to worry about. Not like I can have any." He said. His usual steady voice cracking.
You blinked eyebrows frowning, "You're?"
"Yeah. Nothing to worry about. It all worked out in the end right." He cut in.
He left not long after, drowning himself in work. Each day, he came home later and later. Which lasted for a week.
On the seventh day, he crashed in your shared bed, his arms wrapping around you. Both of you were awake yet silent, for a moment it seemed like this night would also end so distant. Until he spoke.
"I'm sorry pipsqueak. I didn't mean to upset you the past few weeks. I just. I don't like talkin about it." He kissed your shoulder, "Despite being infritle, I always wanted to at least have the option you know? When you brought it up, it just reminded me of my own... failu-"
You turned around and interpreted him with a kiss, "You didn't fail at anything Caleb. Not once. I don't want to give birth and you can't have have children, those are just facts. Not an indication of any shortcomings. It doesn't matter if society thinks you failed. Society is just one large asshole with a god-complex. As long as we have each other, we can be a family made of two. Three if we count Gideon and four when I secretly adopt a dog behind your back."
As a reply Caleb pulled you deeper into his arms. "Fine pips, but I get naming rights on the dog."
🌸 — Valko
Devastated would be an understatement. After all, Valko was a family guy, he valued kinship and family above all else. Even his dreams as a kid was having children. He'd spend hours upon hours thinking of names and what lessons he'd teach his kids. He had it all planned out. And, despite this being very early in your relationship, he already knew you were the one. The person he wanted by his side through thick and thin, to love and die with.
But you didn't want kids and he wanted them so much it hurt sometimes.
He had to decide. You, or children.
And he didn't want to because you were his life — he woke up every morning wanting to forward time so he could see you faster, wanted nothing more then to make you smile, blush, and everything in between because he loves you.
So he of course decided to stay. Because he loves you more then figurative children he has yet to have.
But this strained the relationship.
Every day would be something entirely new. A little bicker here and there, a jab that was supposed to be funny but landed wrong. You could feel the rift it left. However, the love was still there. There enough that you two decided to go to couple counseling.
Eventually, you two worked on your issues. Understood one another's points of views and let each other feel whatever emotions you needed to. Instead of this breaking you two apart, you decided to prioritised each other's feelings.
Sometimes, relationships aren't magical and happy. Sometimes, they need time and compromise. And, while couples shouldn't fight, they should let each other grow together and compromise.
That is exactly what you both did for each other. Because you love him, and he loves you more then anything.
Gonna be weird and vulnerable about this and probably delete later, but I wrote a self-indulgent fic last year about MC telling Zayne she/they didn't want kids (gn reader) because that's my deal in real life. Never wanted kids, just knew I was expected to want them. When I realized I didn't have to have them, I was pretty down with that. Even though I generally like most kids, having one never felt right to me. I just was not interested.
BUT if I had a partner like Valko, I think I would have kids with them. And more than that, I would WANT to have kids with them.
I did not have a father who really loved me growing up. He was a decent person, but he did not care about raising and nurturing me and it sucked. I was never a priority in his life and even as a young child, I FELT THAT SHIT. I'm not putting my lack of interest in having children entirely on that, but it's not insignificant that I saw what "family" was like for me and went, "nah, I don't really want to pass this experience on to someone else."
But with Valko, I get the sense that the experience WOULD be worth passing on. If I met someone I loved that much (and who loved me that much) and I knew they really wanted to be a parent and would put the work in (not just leave me to do everything) and they have a real and healthy family dynamic already backing it up? I think would be all in. That's an experience I would want to give someone, one I never had. If he ended up not wanting kids, that'd be fine too, but the opportunity to make a family with someone who actually knows how to have one? Yeah, I could rock with that.
