Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
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imagining that valko is waiting outside for me while i do my graduating thesis defense LIKEEEE he'd be waiting outside the doors with gifts and drinks :((((((((( i need that college au! valko bf sm im crying
thinking about boyfriend! valko singing to legendary lovers by katy perry but it's not him being serious at all— he's just a silly guy.
y/n didn't bother to knock into his penthouse assuming he's out in EonCore. they just needed a space to work in while he's away but they did bought some kibbles on the way here— what's that sound?
they raised a brow, carefully tiptoeing around the corner to see valko with his hand up. his phone plays that damn song that valko keeps spamming them on tiktok to keep up a streak but clearly... he's getting into it. his heel thumping to the chorus, one shoulder going back and forth with the rhythm as he raised his hand as if he's an idol in his own kitchen.
"legeeeeendaaary lovers—," tail wagging as his hand from the air goes against his chest, thumping to the beat. "oouhh—! legeeeendaryy~!"
oh i hope he's going to enjoy when he realized y/n's recording riiight behind him.
Description: Three days without your wolf were enough to have you crying and clutching onto him when he steps into your apartment after he comes back from a business trip.
Word count: 1.2k+
A/n: Finally got around to writing something for him. I just came back from my shift so its not my best work, but I poured my heart into it. Come back to us Valko, we are fighting for you and will never give up until you're home.
“Baby I'm home!” You heard sure footsteps approaching the living room after the front door closed with the keys jiggling and perked up.
Valko's breath left him abruptly when you all but launched yourself at him, clinging to him like a koala to a tree, making him chuckle with a smirk, his arms wrapping around your waist and under your thighs to support you against his body.
“Someone missed me.” His smirk only widened as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. Indeed you had missed him. A lot in fact. He was gone for only three days, but you felt worse on all three of them out of all the days he was with you.
First, the insomnia started, then the lack of energy, and last and worst of them all were the nightmares. You grew attached to your wolf, got used to his scent and his touch. He made you fall in love with your clingy side, causing you to respond to his physical affection ten fold, sticking to him wherever you can. When he had to leave for business matters, you dreaded the time you would face alone.
You didn't sleep well without him by your side, cuddling you, scenting you and being the silly goofball he was, making jokes at midnight while under the covers to make you laugh and ease into him and sleep.
The nightmares were the core problem. The first one, he was standing beneath the cover of the forest, his body shadowed and as much as you tried to reach out for him, the forest seemed to stretch out into the distance, taking him with it until he was but a speck in the distance. The faster you ran, the further he was, an endless loop of despair.
The second one, you were cuddling up to him in bed like any other night, until he cradled your face so sweetly, smiling softly as his eyes gazed lovingly into yours.
His fingers held your cheek gently as he whispered, “Don't forget me, my moonlight.” You scrunched your eyebrows, nervously giggling and shaking your head.
“Of course I won't, what are you on about, Valko?”
In that moment, you realised why he had said that because as he stared so sweetly but heart breakingly at you, his hand holding your cheek began transforming to some kind of broken down code, disintegrating right in front of your horrified eyes.
It all seemed to move in slow motion in your dream, his smile and sweet, shining eyes gazing at you before they also were gone with the disintegrating code. Erased like he never existed. You reached out in a panic, but your hands fell short when they made contact with air, and at that same moment, you jolted awake. You found yourself in the last position you were in from your dream, with your hands stretched out, reaching for something that wasn't there.
You rushed to call Valko, knowing he might be asleep but your mind needed to know he was okay and coming back home to you again. When he picked up the call, his voice was raspy. Clearly just woken up from his sleep but nevertheless, he sounded happy to talk to you.
“Didn't know you had a knack for calling at four in the morning, bub. What's up?” He yawned midway in his sentence, making you let out a choked giggle, incandescently happy that his sense of humour and charm was still there even when abruptly woken up at four am.
“Just… wanted to hear your voice.” You didn't mean to make your voice crack, but you hoped he would think it's because of the late hour, and partially because you're exhausted.
“You'll hear my voice plenty when I'm back home after tomorrow, dontcha worry about it.” You smiled, snuggling into your bed covers as you conversed more with him, till the sun rose and you had to get ready for the day.
The third one was a mix of both nightmares. Again, he was standing underneath the veil of the trees, this time mere feet away from you with his body facing you. You called out to him weakly, your call hesitant as you reached out your hand.
“I'm here, my moonlight.” His silly smile was on his face, and his arms opened up to invite you.
You fell right into the trap when you stepped forward, arms outstretched and anticipating the warmth and security of his hug only to stumble forward as your body faded right through him. Your breath hitched, your pupils shrinking as you whipped around, and saw the last specks of dust dissolving into the soil underneath you, Valko nowhere to be seen.
You shook your head violently as it rested on his shoulder, and Valko tensed when he caught a whiff of your distressed scent, only to hear a sniffle right afterwards.
“Woah, woah, what's wrong baby? Why the crying?” He furrowed his brows, his arms tightening their hold on you as he rubbed his chin over your head, his own cute way of trying to comfort you. His feet carried him to the couch and he plopped down, making sure not to jostle you too much as he adjusted his hold on your legs, keeping them around his waist so you're sitting comfortably on his lap.
“I'll never let anything take you away from me.” Your words were rushed, cracking in the middle and you continued before he could reply. “You are not allowed to leave my sight ever! I'll leash you to me if I have to! Y-You'll stay-!” Your sniffles transformed to full blown broken and painful sobs as your hands gripped onto his shirt tightly, trembling as you held onto him desperately, the fear that he might disappear just like in your dreams too, clutching onto you.
“Hey, woah, where is this all coming from? I'll never leave you, not even if the universe itself tries to snatch me away.” He struggles to pull your face away from his shoulder and make you face him, reminding him of your strength and one of the plenty of reasons he fell in love with you.
“And hey, even if some unknown entity tries to separate us, I know you'll fight tooth and nail to not let it happen. You're the headstrong hunter, and I'm your wolf, right?” You sniffed, his hands nearly engulfing your whole face, acting like curtains hiding you from the world, helping you focus on one person only.
Valko.
“Damn right.” Another sniff, and he chuckles as his thumb wipes at a few more stray tears. He loves your tenacity, even when broken down and crying, you know what you stand for and aren't scared to show it. Another reason why he adores you and loves you so.
“Damn right, indeed. So kick those thoughts away and let's make popcorn and watch twilight, how about that? We can mock the characters and laugh together.”
You eagerly nod, your nose and eyes red but your smile back on your face and Valko is more than ecstatic seeing your smile back, pecking you all around your face before picking you up and heading to the kitchen.
“Oh and I got lots of chocolate, was craving them.”
“Valko! You stuffed your face with enough chocolate before you left!”
“Come on miss hunter, let this one slide for your little wolfie.”
“Only this once because I'm in my feelings!” You said begrudgingly, not entirely opposed to the idea of stuffing your faces with the sweet treats.
“Whatever the alpha commands.” His voice was teasing, a wolfish smirk appearing as you punched him. You yelled out his name, flustered, only making him burst out laughing, soon enough causing you to join in too.
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valko who loves to knot you on your side so while you're waiting for the knot to deflate, he's watching you play breath of the wild on your switch and giving you combat advice.
"now dodge...i said dodge!"
"i did dodge! the fucking lynel's too fast!"
"wow, bested by a lynel, huh?"
"as if it didn't take you a week to kill a gleeok."
"they're a three-headed beast that shoots fire, ice AND lightening at you!"
a/n: shdhshs thank you guys so much for the love and support with the fluff hcs!! honestly im kinda shy about these stuff cause what if it's too ooc or not close to canon but then i forgot i have free will of speech :pp
notes: im experimenting with gender neutral terms here so this is beta no proofreading or whatsoever, be warned that there's nsfw here NO MINORS ALLOWED
Miss or Mister Protagonist
this is the canon nickname valko refers to y/n but he'd only use this in general
he rolls out his tongue to catch y/n's attention or sneaking up behind them
but also flirting with you... somewhat
"Miss Protagonist," Valko grins before slipping his fingers to her waist. Y/N yelps in response before glaring at him, slapping him on his wrist for scaring her. "Hey hey! Don't hit too hard, Miss. Can't have my pretty protagonist scratch me too hard."
"You're testing my patience, Mister," he clicks his tongue as he walks towards them. Y/N screwed yourself over with bratting out his plans when he's trying to cooperate but that pretty much backfired when they find themselves pinned against him. "Mister Protagonist... you really are such a funny guy, aren'tya?"
Bunny
y/n and him use it especially when hunting wanderers or syndicates
it's actually mutual with y/n calling valko "wolfie" so it should be equal when he does the same too.
oftentimes he'll use it to call out on them during a mission, trying to make things playful while endearingly checking up on them.
"Bunny, you there?" Valko calls out in his earpiece as one hand holds against the tree bark. It's getting dark and they should've headed out when a Wanderer decided to ambush in between them, seperating them from each other. "Don't worry, bun. I'm coming over," He grasps softy, flexing his legs before running after the commotion. "I got you, bunny."
However there are other times when he uses the nickname... when he's hungry.
"Mmmh— fuck," He pants under his breath before looking down where him and Y/N are connected. Slick slick slick keeps echoing his room as Y/N hops on him, taking him fully with whines and incoherent moans. "Keep bouncing on me, bunny— oh fuuuuck!" His lips left speechless with one thrust deeply kisses Y/N's edge, feeling it clench around him. "Y-Yeah? You like that? C'mon bunny... keep talkin' how much you looove bouncing on me, yeah?"
Doll
oh this is his absolute favorite out of all the nicknames because he says this to you in such reverence
only uses this in special occasions so he makes it count. either in showing up as a plus one in EonCore galas, fancy dinner night made by him, or those carefully planned intimate nights— he will and forever will call you a doll. his doll.
and for the dolls out there, he uses it to worship you as if he's born to admire you with his knees down and eyes up. ignore the tail wagging but he always wanted to be there.
"Doll," He murmurs against Y/N skin with lips kissing the calves before moving up to their knees. Y/N's hands travelled downward to his forehead, a soft plea that they're feeling shy to spread apart by his gaze and hungry mouth. But he won't stop, he wouldn't dare deny himself of wanting them. Instead, he guides their hands at the back of his head before slipping his own hands to their thighs. "It's okay, I got you," He softly whispers before his kisses going lower. "Just feel me, doll. Can you do that for me?"
fluff headcanons pt. 2 on valko as our boyfriend cause i miss him
a/n: GOD I HATE INFOLD/PAPERGAMES OHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO GREEDY OUGH. they really piss me tf off.
part 1
valko refers y/n as "miss protagonist" because he sees her as the perfect lead in his perspective. he's the number one hypeman and fan especially when y/n feels down or insecure. OH and he's the type of boyfriend who'd hold her by the waist while giving shower of kisses to show some love to his favorite protagonist.
"Mhmm, yeah? Is my favorite protagonist feelin' confident now?" He chuckles before planting a kiss to her forehead then to her cheek. "Want me to praise you a lil' more, Miss?"
valko has a private cottage in the woods, usually uses it as a family hangout spot or resting place after hunts. but when y/n came to his life, it became their safe haven. valko jokes how much you made his private space domesticated but he's still ordering the things you asked for.
leaning on the nerd!valko side, he's extremely hyperfixiated on games. competitive, lore-heavy, or some rando indie he found— you'd see him playing around in his spare time in his ceo office. kudos to him, he lets his nieces/nephews to borrow his account or play competitve games with them.
sucks at racing games though but a really good openworld player. (i'd like to think that because he's so keen in research and technology, i wouldn't be surprised he's researching for lore and game theories too)
he's so touchy like a velcro boyfriend but during the first few months in the relationship, he only does small gestures. valko's the type to cling to your pinkie until you initiate to hold his hand fully. valko's the type to hold your shoulder or back so he could wait for you to hug first. you wouldn't say he's shy to initiate, he's very far from it. it's just that he has territorial instincts that he holds himself back because he respects your boundaries first than his needs.
so it came to a surprise when you start to initiate huge physical affections from his small ones. later on, he became more confident that he can openly be a territorial and clingy boyfriend without holding back.
valko does so much eskimo kisses rather than full on kisses. in the mornings, he'd find himself waking y/n up with such reverence while whispering good morning to you. before hunts, he'd come to you face-to-face to inhale your scent as if it's the last time he'd see you. he always makes sure that your scent immortalizes within him before leaving.
im going to treat valko's birthday on june 22 (his debut date) since infold/papergames didn't think about releasing his birthdate when he debuted 😒 anyways happy (belated) birthday, valko!!
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cw slight violence (on rafayel), fluff (on xav), angst (on zayne), not got lore accurate but that's how fanfics works right???
a/n: no proofreading at all so expect some grammar errors cause im not good at english. i really love game of thrones and lnds so i thought about mixing it up hihi. ill probably make pt 2 soon if this goes well
xavier
I find him a prince-turned-knight of House Dayne,
House Dayne are famous for their chivalry and their mythical connection to the stars so it's not surprising when he's going to be sorted into a star-themed house (and silver-purple looks really good on him, I can't lie).
Prince Xavier of House Dayne is one who'd doze off away from his subjects and always made his knights stressed whenever he sneaks out from his post. Unfortunately for him, Y/N is great at catching him.
Prince Xavier of House Dayne had dreamt of becoming someone bigger than his crown and all that proves to be true when Y/N came in as a lady-in-waiting.
When he wants to be closer to Y/N, he'd hide his real identity as the Prince and acts like a knight. However as he continues, the line between the throne and righteousness becomes blurred when he finds himself defeating syndicates, donating to commonfolk, and becoming a wandering knight with Y/N beside.
In any way possible, she unknowingly gave him a purpose. From a prince who lost their purpose to a reliable knight walking amongst his people. And with that alone made Xavier eternally bounded to Y/N as he becomes loyal to her and only her.
"My lady," Xavier rasps as his hand reaches for hers. "If I may be so honest— I don't want you to look for anywhere else." His eyes were stern, desperate and wanting to stay a little longer for her gaze to see his. His lips trembled for a moment before clenching his jaw to speak the words he begged to say: I had fallen for you.
But it was never easy for him, the words he meant to speak only came out with a sharp inhale before cowering back to shut. He was brave, he knows that himself. But an affection of a lady was a war he could never win and so he kneels for her plea. "I— I am bound to you," he confessed. "And I may never know what true purpose I bury myself without your soul intertwine with mines. My lady... may I take your hand to wed?"
Rafayel
oh I can't lie, I am siding on House Martell for him on this one.
The arts? The sensuality? The intimacy and honest of a man who has great taste? Yeah uhhhhh fork found in kitchen.
Aside the fact he is a perfect prince of House Martell, him as the direct descendant from the Old Valyria is just icing on the cake. This mirrors well from his Lemurian lineage too especially when both Lemuria and Old Valyria are both civilizations that were destroyed. (oop sorry guys)
But regardless, he'd find himself practicing the Old Valyria customs when he moved to House Martell because he feared that if he stops now— his old home would truly disappear within him.
And I can't lie... Westeros fashion is not really something he'd wear, no? I am a firm believer that he wears Dornish fashion especially when he's really picky on what he wants to show off.
However when Y/N, a Rhoynish woman who fought best in Dornish sands, was sent to his House to protect the prince— he fell for her deeply.
There are nights where he worships her with spoils from his own. Even when her duty was for him, he never fails to show how passionate he could be with the right wine.
However his real demeanor kicks in when his pretty viper gets hurt in the process of protecting him. Y/N would forget that he too is the catalyst to Westeros.
Prince of House Martell was and always been a passionate lover with his mother tongue dipped from Old Valyria and his hands grasping for red wines. But heavens forbid one attacks the only person who cares for him more than his crown— just like now when his dagger held the syndicate's chin close enough to scrape downwards. Welt bloomed red and no merciful act is granted upon the prince's gaze. When the enemy looks at the woman behind him with terrifying plea of some sort of repent for strucking down his lover, Rafayel's blade tilts it further to draw blood.
"Don't you dare set your gaze upon her. Look at me when I speak." His words were absolute, the poor man below him immediately raced after his piercing eyes as his heart begans to falter. "S-Spare me— I beg for forgiveness. Please—"
"I am no God to take forgiveness, ser. You must've thought this first before harming my lover."
zayne
Lord of House Stark in Winterfell = fork found in kitchen™
We all know how he's acting during that "Pride and Prejudice", "The Warden", and that damn Space General OUGHHHHHH iykyk. It's no coincidence he's perfect as Lord of Winterfell.
But I could also see him as part of the Night's Watch frontlines (Lord Commander position most likely). He wouldn't dare to stay behind the lines when his people and humanity itself depends on holding and fighting back against The Others. His strongwill and hypervigilance made him look cold but like every soldiers of Night's Watch, he deeply cares of everyone's safety and ensuring the future lives on.
So when a Lady from the West was sent to the North to strengthen the alliance between two Houses, of course he'd look distant on first impression.
But Lady Y/N was no ordinary one, she is a great player of politics and trades that House Stark lacks. She never finds herself to complain when she resided in Winterfell but rather learned how to care for the people when his husband-to-be is out there fighting for humanity. Slowly, the Lord finds himself drawn to her hospitality and later on melted in her warmth.
But not everything was meant to be a happy ending when his own land is the border between life and death. Insurgence, sudden mythical prowess, and The Others threatening to break the wall was enough for him to fear for Lady Y/N's safety.
The Northen snow is strong today as it blows against the Winterfell's walls. Even when torches and candles brings warmth in these passages, Lady Y/N never felt colder than the first time she was brought here. Her eyes were in distraught, appalled for what his husband-to-be suggest to leave their arrangements behind because of his fear. She stood before him with a clenched jaw of his sheer audacity to his suggestion to leave him. "You break me, my love." She softly whispers that breaks him completely. "You dare— You dare tell me to leave you when I have done my duty as Lady Stark and cared enough to love—"
"Don't," He interrupts, his eyes blinked once to stop his tears come down then twice to see hers falling down her cheeks. "Don't... finish that sentence. I can never be the same if you confess that you have fallen for this wretched of a man as I have—." Loved you, the admittion left him wordless. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud for it felt it's not the right time to say so. If the heavens were to judge his cowardice then he must've prided himself to be so weak on his Lady's feet. "Go back to your House for your safety, my Lady. Let the rumors in Westeros call me cruel for casting you out of my lands— I care nothing for their whispers for I only care that you are breathing."
im being fr when i tell you i like my mans touchy and whiny and a velcro boyfriend like yes i love that and will pinch him out of affection 🥲 infold really told me "yes you're the target audience for him" THEY KNOW HOW IM TREATING HIM IM GOING TO CRY
headcannons i'd give to loml valko (purely sfw! very indulgent no beta)
valko ironically has a fidget toy or a squeeze toy. he'd let you borrow his mini toy not to play fetch but rather to calm adrenaline down post-hunts or stressful chairman duties. it varies depending where he goes but he often uses a metal little ball he carries around to mold or throw it whenever he pleases.
with that being said, you and valko would banter most of the time with the metal ball throwing in the air. it grounds and levels them both equally while distracting themselves from the problem.
valko would side-eye you if you reference ABO to him but doesn't judge you for that. he's kinda... intrigued that you thought he'd be that alpha ceo trope when he literally lives in a matriarch family and extremely competent as a chairman.
valko would tease you and pretends to be alpha ceo to make you cringe at him. very effective and would never stop anytime soon.
valko is not a picky eater but always eats meat rather than veggies. no pork? okay maybe beef. no beef? okay, he could go for chicken. no available meat? expect his tail go down before eating his greens.
valko went to college and is an actual loser himbo. went to a fraternity but didn't get into a relationship much because he's too locked in between his studies, family, or balancing his diet between human and werewolf food.
valko's werewolf ears would perk up when there's treats. nosy puppy wants that cookie so bad and it's a damn kibble.
valko wears bracelets or bands given by his family. it's either a sign of respect, familial love, or just giving it away but nevertheless he always kept them in good condition and switches it out before he goes to hunting.
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