chouie [comms open]

A/N: My first of hopefully many future contributions to the Valko cause! Let's keep pushing and hope infold brings him back

"Can you stop petting me like a damn dog?" Another annoyed grumble from the hunk of a man splayed over your lap. One that only makes you chuckle.

He'd come home particularly grumpy today, not even fully taking off his work suit before flopping head down into your body while you were catching up on your favorite show.

"How are you going to put yourself in prime petting position and then complain when I do just that?" Amusement tinges your tone, your fingers getting lost in the red tuft of hair to scratch behind fluffy ears.

Valko's entire body shudders at the move.

"See? You love this, don't you?"

"Shut up," his quip holds no bite. Not when his usual sharp tone is softened by a breathy whine.

You absolutely loved this part of him. Loved how despite fighting his instincts tooth and nail, you were always capable of making him melt under you.

Feeling particularly emboldened by this turn of events, you decide that some more teasing is in order.

Your fingers trail down to his undercut, lightly tugging at the hair there and eliciting a soft groan from the man.

"Aw, I'm sorry then. I'll stop since you hate it so much," fingers halting their movement causes him to go so very still. Amber eyes find yours in an instant, brimming with something that makes you feel hot and cold all at once.

"S'fine. Don't stop." His voice is merely above a whisper.

"What was that?" You're pulling your whole hand away now, but it is caught in his grip before you have the chance to create much distance.

In the blink of an eye, your entire world flips and your back makes contact with the plush couch beneath you. His eyes almost seem to glow now. Topaz brimming with a flame from his very soul.

Behind him, his tail flops against the head of the couch, beating with a soft, insistent *thump thump*

Valko lowers himself so that his chest presses into yours, and his face nests against your neck. Breathing you in like his favorite scent. Your hand—still in his hold—is redirected back to his tuft of burgundy hair.

"I said don't stop. Please." If you weren't already lying down, the little whine in the word would've made your knees weaker than jelly and sent your body tumbling to the ground.

You oblige. Of course you do. Who ever could be invulnerable to the charm of an oversized puppy begging for attention?

"Should've never complained in the first place," soft caresses follow even soften head scratches, and he's humming and burying his nose deeper against your skin.

You could spend an eternity just like this.

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some things don't work and that's the way love goes

evil barbatos can't hurt you. he's not real

evil barbatos:

"I didn't know you wore makeup." you hold up the concealer in your hand. zaynes eyes flit to the rose gold tube.

"I do. though, only after we started dating." he tells you. "you could say that you introduced me to the various benefits of cosmetics." he gives you a proud little smile.

"such as?" your arm crosses over the other.

"i don't look as tired when we meet after long shifts."

your smile quickly fades. "so you've been hiding your eye bags from me, dr zayne?"

his lips purse. "not hiding, per se." he answers. "you put in a lot of effort when you get ready for our dates."

"my conscience didn't allow the lack of aesthetic effort on my part." you blink at his words. "so I suppose you could say I wanted to look appealing to you." he adds, looking away.

just when you're about to melt, he speaks again. "ah, there's something else." he takes you to his bedroom and opens a drawer.

"I bought this yesterday." he pulls out a chapstick. and then puts it on. like he's been doing it for years.

his eyes twinkle with mischief. "why don't you taste it and tell me if you'd prefer a different flavour?"

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