anon's ask : Just having a thought of Valko using his beloved's puss like some sort of inhaler after dealing with "bad scents" during the day. Not even sexualy. I looove your Valko and would love even more to read something like this (just ignore it if thats too much, I'm already sorry)
cw : wolfish/shifter themes, 18+ themes, scenting/scent headcanons, slight somno if you squint, fluff, suggestive, crack, not proof read
a/n : hello anon !! thank you for the request. i actually love this so dw ♡ i've been really sick this last week so i promise im seeing everyones asks im getting there slowly (╥‸╥)♡
even without the ears and tail, there are just some habits valko has that reminds you of his werewolf heritage.
there's the shedding. right after the shower, he loves sitting on the floor with you behind him on the couch, brushing through his ears and tail. no matter how much of his fur ends up on the comb or floor, he still has so much. it does make his tail a great pillow and heat source when you cuddle though.
he's sensitive to sounds. even when he's in his full human form, his regular ears have a higher sensitivity to low frequency noises. it could be the second floor bathroom sink dripping water, a bird chirping in the yard. more often then not you end up playing the game of figuring out what "low buzzing sound" he's hearing, and having to shut it off before his migraine grows. (7/10 times its the fridge)
valko doesn't realize it, but he always lets out small doggy like sounds. it could be due to anything. you kiss his forehead? a breathy satisfied sigh. accidentally step on his tail? a sharp yelp from his part. (although... he ends up being the one to apologize to you? "im so sorry baby my tail shouldn't have been there!" 'koko im the one who stepped on you im sorry')
one of the more obvious ones is his scenting behaviors. scents and smells overall is another sense of his that is just sensitive. overly artificial perfumes, the extremely antiseptic scent of cleaners, rust and iron. your poor werewolf often comes home with a head heavy dealing with the constant assault to his olfactory system.
on the very early days on dating, valko mentioned that you had a very specific scent. not the one from any fragrances you wear, but "your natural scent. it's something that just stands out to me. I can find you in a crowd with it". it's almost a routine once he comes home for him to pull you into his arms, drag you into the couch, and bury his nose into your neck where he's said that scent of yours he loves is the strongest.
speaking off- he has favorite parts of you to breath in. you neck, the juncture between your neck and collar specifically being the most common area he breaths in. it's ideal when cuddling or sleeping together. in more public spaces, he'll opt for your wrists and hands. holding them, bringing them to his nose and face. or the most recently place you've learned brings him comfort for some reason that you can only attribute to him being a werewolf...
your hands are tangled in his hair, alternating between scratching his fluffy ears. he's been buried between your thighs since you've woken up. and while other times he's there for other reasons that you both enjoy, this time he's genuinely just there, cheek pressed against your inner thigh, breathing in like he has nothing to worry about.
"y'smell really good. makes my head all quite." he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. you make a weak attempt to swat his head away.
"you're being weird," you mutter, with no real heat to it.
"yeah," he kisses the skin of your thighs, open and gentle, "but your scent.. it makes all the noise go away."
it's hard to push him off bed when he whispers sweet words like that in the morning. but he's just the right amount of endearing and adorable that you just have to tease him.
"...so, is this specifically a scent kink thing or a me thing?"
you have to hold back the giggle from your chest when you literally feel his breath hitch. he perks up from his spot between your legs, face and tips of his ears already blushing.
"that's not- it's not- I don't have-"
his wolf ears flatten against his skull, akin to a puppy who has been denied treats.
"it's not a kink... just a wolf think. you smell safe. like home."
you finally break- reaching down and scratching his head while cooing lightly. he leans into your touch, eyes warm and so full of love that it makes your heart swell a bit more.
sure, valko might have some odd habits, and while it's partly due to his biology, he will always stand by that it's simply because of how much he loves you first.
i'm alive again hello loves. (i stopped being sick just to start my period immediately. yipe fuckin yay)
