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ΰ¨ΰ§ β βHey.β Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, βYou still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?β
βMmm.β
It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.
βMβgood,β you finally manage, the words slurring together, ββMβreally... really good.β
A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.
His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.
The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocksβ¦
The playful smile on his face... falters.
βIβ¦β He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. β...I lost control again.β
βSβokay-β
Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- β¦She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-
βValko.β Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, βMβokay. Promise.β
He doesn't look convinced, βI should've been more careful. You're-β His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. β-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-β
βFucked me exactly how I wanted?β You manage a tired smile, βYeah. Terrible. How dare you.β
A laugh escapes him, βBrat.βΒ
βHmm~ But Iβm your brat.β
His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, βIn my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.β
You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.
He grins, βCute.β
"Sh'up."
βMake me.β He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, βActually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.β Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. βDon't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valkoβs orders.β
βYou're not- not a doctor-β
βHmph, well iβm your personal one tonight.β
He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.
βDrink first.β He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs.Β
But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.
The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.
βShit.β He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. βI really did a number on you here, huh?β
βI liked it, felt good~β you mumble.
βYeah?β A hint of that playful smirk returns. βLiked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?β
Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, βOh, perfect.β a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.
He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)
βLook who's here,β he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. βMr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.β
You snort weakly.
Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. ββAre you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. βThat big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?ββ
βOh my god-β
ββI'll protect you,ββ Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, ββI'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.ββ
The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. βValkooo,β you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, βI'm okay.β
Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, βWe're all okay. All three of us. I promise.β
His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.
βAll three of you,β he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. βMy little packβ
His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.
βMy pups,β he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. βMy beautiful wife. All mine.β
His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,
Safe. Loved. His.
When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.
So Call Me A Devotee: Chapter 6 (Lyonel Baratheon x FemNoble!Reader)
TW: Abuse (Verbal, Physical), Mentions of attempted SA, Threats of Violence, Actual Violence (Lyonel and Dunk boutta fuck shit up)
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Morning came too quickly for your liking, and yet that was how you knew you slept so well. Sure, you had aches all over your body, but they would fade and heal. You fixed your bedding as you were used to, and stared at the chests filled with such drab clothing. You were so engrossed with lamenting the dull colors that you didn't hear when Egg had snuck up behind you.
"Those colors look as if they belong to a sad grandmother." He said, making a face as he looked up at you. "Don't you have clothes with more color?" He added as he eyed all the boring fabrics. Dunk knocked on your door and called for Egg. When you left your bedchamber dressed in your usual clothes, you noticed your elder sister, Anora, sitting with Ser Duncan and Egg, then your eyes looked at the table within the room, and they nearly bulged as you saw the massive breakfast spread. "That seems too much..." You had said, mouth agape as you saw all the various meals. "Ser Lyonel wanted you to eat to your heart's content, m'lady," Dunk said as he pulled your seat and gently pushed it in once you sat. You eyed Dunk and Egg curiously when they didn't sit with you and your elder sister. "Come join me then. There is enough for all four of us. 'Tis the least I could do for you both for helping me last evening." You had said as you gestured for the two open seats.
The meal was delicious, and you smiled as you watched how enthusiastic Egg and Dunk were as they ate. Anora watched Egg with a small smile, and you knew that Anora loved children; it often upset you when you recalled that her chances of happiness were hindered because of you. It wasn't your intention, but you knew that, should you have let it happen, your elder sister would not be the way she is today.
" So you are the fourth prince's Son, Aegon, yes?" Anora said as she sipped her tea. Egg looked at her curiously but nodded. "Aye, I am. I'm Prince Maekar's fourth son." He said, chest puffed, but under Dunk's gaze, he smiled politely. "I thought so. Your eyes remind me of Prince Daeron's. How has he been?" Anora asked softly, her cheeks growing warm, and your grin widens as you watched Egg eye your sister curiously. "He's still a bumbling drunk who falls asleep in ditches. Nothing new." Egg stared at Anora with curiosity and wonder. "How do you know my brother? Did he offend you before? He has a tendency to do so." Egg answered her as he shoveled food into his mouth more. "I met him when he was still a young prince. When it was just Him and your brother, Prince Aerion. After all, your father approached mine, long ago, if I could become his lady wife." Anora said calmly, and Egg's mouth went slack as he stared incredulously at Anora. You grinned at how the boy stared and simply looked at him. "How's your brother, Prince Aerion? Does he still like to fish?" You asked, and Egg stares at you, eyes blank, and shakes his head. "Aerion is in Lys, exiled. It's better for us all." He said smugly. Dunk huffs and shakes his head, a look passes behind his eyes, and he whispers quietly, "Wonderful, I can't shake off bloody Targaryens." You all went silent before snickering at the exhausted hedge knight.
When you were all done breaking your fast, a knock on the heavy wooden doors of the chamber you were in resounded within the room. Dunk looked to you for permission to either open or decline the person. You contemplated the decision until the voice behind the door simply stated that they were a servant; that was the only time you agreed to let them in. In their arms were two beautifully vibrant gowns. One being a golden yellow and the other being a burnt orange color.
"What are those for?" you had asked the servant as they laid it out upon your bed. "These are from the Lord Paramount, m'lady. He said that you are a guest and should be dressed accordingly." The servant answered before drawing you a bath. "The yellow one would look beautiful on you," Anora said. You eyed the gown, its fabric, and the way it was cut, and you could tell that this was someone's well-loved clothing. "I don't think I'll be wearing either," you said, voice soft and eyes dazed. "You should. Consider it a small rebellion against our parents and against Septon Arys." Anora insisted. "Take back your life, sister. Be the same fiery girl I know you are."
When you left your chamber that day to read in the library with Anora, Dunk, and Egg, you were a vision in yellow, which even one of Lyonel's younger nephews turned to look at you twice. Dunk and Egg stood back a couple of paces, allowing you and Anora to speak to each other with a modicum of privacy. You and she were trying to see if there were any scrolls within the Baratheon keep that would help you break free from your novice oaths earlier than anticipated, but you found none, or rather, not much was kept, as Lyonel admits that Baratheons were not fond of reading as much, nor were they fond of keeping ledgers unless truly necessary.
"I have never seen a library so sparse on its own history..." You complained quietly as Anora returned another scroll. "Perhaps they have lost some." She said with false hope in her voice. You looked at her, gestured to the sparse shelf, then back at her. "Perhaps nobody has approached the lord paramount before of a noble lady who wishes to not be a Septa." You huffed as you returned the scrolls you'd taken. "Do you think, if I had just been obedient and kept my mouth shut...had I not questioned Septon Arys, perhaps we wouldn't be searching scrolls pointlessly." You had said as you looked pointedly at the shelf as if it offended you. "Had you obeyed and kept yourself silent, you would be ruined. Your life, your future-" You cut her off and looked at Anora. "He already ruined my life and my future, sister. What little fire I have left in me is slowly being smothered away to smithereens. I've been pretending to be brave, to be strong, and to retain what little sanity I have left. Don't you see? Septon Arys and father have already whittled so much of me away. I am no longer sure who will exist after should Lord Baratheon truly find a way to free me from my oath." You said pained, eyes weary, and face gaunt. "Have you told Lord Baratheon the extent of what Septon Arys did to you?" Anora asked. "No, I haven't yet. I told him vague bits and pieces from our childhood, though...but not the ones that were recent enough in my memory." You had answered her as you opted to sit down.
Anora knelt before you, her hands cradling your face as she rubbed soothing circles on your cheek. "It is normal, human, even to feel fear, shame, and doubt, but what has happened to you was no fault of your own. You did not want for it to happen, and surely any lord with eyes would see that you...you had survived that encounter barely through the skin of your teeth." Anora stood back up and kissed your forehead. "Be brave one more time, sister. Should you decide to tell Lord Baratheon what has happened, I will be there. Now I should find mother and father lest they throw a fit over my disappearance for nearly half the day."
When Anora left you to your own devices, you remained in the comforting silence of the library before finding Ser Duncan and Egg, and returning to your bedchambers. Ser Duncan ensured that he didn't stand too close unless you gestured for him to. He and Egg observed you with curiosity and understanding, the two filling the silence in your stead, telling you all about their journeys.
Lyonel had been with his kin for the better part of the day. His cousins, Orys, Borros, and Stravos, along with his elder nephews, Roland, Gregor, Daniel, Bran, and Sorren, were discussing what Stannis had written in his letter. Orys, who was carrying his newborn daughter, simply clenched his jaw as he closed his eyes. As a father to three young girls, what Stannis had uncovered within your family's territory was nothing short of horrendous.
"Uncle, we understand that your reasoning for searching this particular territory within your purview is due to your growing attachment to a certain noble lady, but...these crimes. This would require the knowledge of the Targaryens. It is a crime against the crown itself." Gregor said, eyeing the letter. "Her father is conspiring with Blackfyre supporters, selling girls into slavery with the help of the Septons within their lands. Uncle, these are crimes that can strip a lord of its title. Should the king learn that we hadn't chosen to dismantle a house that supports the Blackfyre's, we might come to blows with House Targaryen." Roland added.
"We can't simply let the Septons within her father's territory leave. They are complicit in the crimes. Bastards sired by septons and sold to brothels and slavers to cover up their crimes. It is vile." Stravos said, face grim. "How can a man of the faith turn back on their vows so easily?" Borros asked no one in particular. "Because power and influence allows them to maintain their status." Lyonel said as he twirled his dagger in his hand.
Lyonel knew the crimes being done were enough to strip a man of their land and title but, he cannot act so easily, as within its maws lay two women - no, three young women who would suffer should this all come out. He could care less, truly about the youngest, Eleanor. Perhaps poverty would teach her humility, but Anora, was kind and nurturing as and would have been a wonderful mother, and you, oh beautiful and wonderful, you. You had suffered enough pain, enough hardship and he doesn't wish to cause you more of it, but as a lord paramount, this couldn't and shouldn't be ignored.
"I shall write the letter myself, but, we need more time. Stannis is looking for more evidence. I need more time." Lyonel said as his shoulders caved inwards as he leaned upon the sturdy desk. "You need time for that girl you've become so fond of." Orys said knowingly. "Do you fear she is one of-" he cuts himself off and shook his head. "If we offer her and her sisters to become our wards, to seek asylum in our keep, we can keep them safe" Sorren said kindly, eyes warm and wise for his age. "We need her to speak up should we want this to succeed. We help her gain her freedom from her oaths if we can prove that the High septon is one of the accused and has broken his oath of celibacy and faithfulness to the seven." Stravos said. Lyonel looked at his kin and let out a breath. "I have uncovered things happening beneath my nose all because I have grown fond of a woman I cannot marry as of yet...father was right, love drives a man mad." Lyonel said grinning as he sat down. "Aye, wait til you have children, once you hold them, you would swear bloodshed should they even cry." Borros said and that made them all laugh. They all eyed the letter once more and silence filled the room once more, but now, they await for more news, this wasn't something you can send easily to the crown without further knowledge.
Nightfall came and so did the feasts. Lyonel alongside his kin sat at the high table at the great hall. He could feel the dagger like stares coming from your lord father and lady mother and the young brat that was your sister. Yet his gaze remained on the door, wide open as it may, he wishes to see you reclaim the light. He was cutting up his venison when Sorren chokes upon his mead that Lyonel looked up from his meal. There by the door you stood, entering the great hall with Ser Duncan and Egg by your side, dressed in his sister's golden gown. Lyonel smiled, not grinned. Smiled, warm, inviting and utterly smitten. You looked divine wearing his house's colors. Lyonel stood up and weaved his way between the crowds of lords and their daughters to reach you. He nearly fell onto his knees when he saw you up close.
"My lady, you look as if the maiden herself has come to life." Lyonel said in awe, his smile growing wider as he notices the way your cheeks flush. Color suited you more than the drab greys and beiges you were made to wear. "Thank you, M'lord. Though I must say, you didn't need to have sent me such beautiful things." You had said politely as you felt the gazes of many lords and envious ladies. "Nonsense! A dress like this is merely useless fabric unless worn, and my lady, you have worn it well. Come, eat til you are full and save me a dance, tis my only request." He had said as he guided you to the seat beside him at the Hightable. Lyonel knows what this looks like to many of the attendants but to him, this was simply his very own way of ensuring that you are far from you own kin's reach. To question him is to disrespect the host, thus he knew your mother and father could do nothing but bite their tongues.
He watches eagerly as you eat your fill, enjoying the way you even hand Egg some of your food when he tugs at your skirts. He knows that although he admits to himself that his reasonings on wanting to help find a way for you to abandon your oaths as a novice were selfish in the beginning. He knows deep down, now that he knows even just pieces of what you had been through, of what childhood was taken from you that he wishes first and foremost for you to find joy. To smile and mean it, to wake up each day and live it as if it were your last. He wishes for you to find yourself and what makes you happy, and should you open your heart for him romantically, he shall sweep you off your feet, but as of right now, he wishes to honor his oath as a knight and save you from your predicament, and help you find your wings.
"Dance with me, m'lady or has the faith deprived you of your lessons in dancing?" Lyonel asked when the minstrel played their tunes. "I can dance, though admittedly I am not as good as I was back then." You had said as you took his hand. They were warm, calloused in a way a warrior or a sailor's hand should be, strong and sturdy. he leads you to the middle of the great hall and leads you through a waltz, before the music changed and he danced around you, much like a peacock would. The other lords and ladies danced as well, fueled by good mead and a hearty meal. You closed your eyes, felt the rhythm vibrating through the floor and danced. Lyonel simply danced alongside you, happy to see a flicker of the girl the woman before him had to set aside.
One night of happiness for you. One night where you could both ignore the foreboding shadow of your kin and the knowledge Lyonel holds. Just one night for him to hold you close before you must make a choice.
"Stay with me." Lyonel whispered as he pulled you close as you both danced. "Be my ward." He said voice low and his gaze warm.
"Yes." You had said as you knew it was time to take your freedom. A wild lord has opened your cage door, but you have chosen to take the first step to escape it.
A/N:
Sorry for taking a while everyone. I honestly gotten to a depressive state. I'm currently struggling at work, my romantic relationship is...in a weird place, and I have just decided to go back to Uni with my parents' blessing and have been uni hunting. But I found my groove and found the inspiration to write again.
I'm wondering if you all have a way you wish to call our reader here. If you have any recommendations, please let me know. also the So Call Me A Devotee Arc 1 Playlist is out. I hope you guys get to enjoy it while you read.
Again, if you wish to be added to the taglist, just let me know. I might work on drabbles and headcanons for a bit before I write Chapters 7 and 8. Thank you for reading this fic, it really makes me happy to see you enjoy it!
valko pays for your claws nails so you'll scratch tf out of his back!
content: fem reader, scratching, blood from scratching, sex, piv, mating press, not proofread
wc: 860
a/n: there is no war in ba sing se. there is no valko cancellation. forget about him being nuked and read this.
your hands smooth over the muscular expanse of valkoβs back, dull nails tracing the dips and curves. he shivers and pushes back into your fingers, purring slightly. he shuffles food around in the popping skillet, looking at you over his shoulder.
βi like your back.β you mumble and pepper kisses against it.
valko smirks and steps back, crowding you. βitβs looking a little bare, donβt you think?β
βmmm? looks fine to me.β
βit would look better than fine if someone marked it up.β he turns the skillet off and turns to face you, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them into a clawing gesture.
valko chuckles and βgrrsβ for you, pretending like youβre some vicious predator.
you raise an eyebrow and look at your short nails. βwonβt that hurt?β
he holds your nails in his palms and presses on the edge of them, feeling for the sharpness. βsweetheart, these wouldnβt even hurt a pup. you remember iβm a werewolf, riiight?β he smiles. βiβve been scratched by newborns with longer claws.β
you hum and consider it. βwellβ¦ even if i did want to scratch you, my nails would break before they got long enough.β
valko pats the tops of your hands and lets them go, going back to cooking. βiβll pay for you to get acrylics. any shape, length, color you want- you could even get a design.β
βare you sure?β you ask skeptically. despite knowing that your boyfriend was rich rich, you still felt bad spending his money.
the very next day, you had long stiletto nails in a deep plum color.
valko was ecstatic when he saw them, but paused when he examined them further. youβd gotten his initials painted on your ring fingers- a suggestion from the nail artist. youβd been worried it was too muchβ¦ what if valko didnβt like it?
β¦valko liked it. probably a little too much, considering how he was fucking you so deep into the memory foam mattress that you were sure your indentation would be there for years to come.
βnnghhhh!! βko- shit!β you breathed out, gasping for air as his thick cock drilled against your cervix.
your nails pressed dully into his skin, not quite scratching or piercing the skin.
valko groaned and moved forward, pressing your knees fully beside your head into a deep mating press. βscratch me. dig your nails in- hmmmm.β he whined out.
you pressed down harder, raking your nails down the expanse of his back and raising the skin in red streaks.
βyes- fuck, perfect. harder, dig in harder, i know youβre strong. show me how strong you are.β valkoβs breath hitched and he let out a pleased moan when you followed his instructions.
you whined and babbled incoherently about how good he felt, how deep he was in you while your nails left scratches on his back in every direction.
you mindlessly clawed at his skin, searching desperately for something to hold onto and he fucked you harder than youβd ever felt.
βsβ good.. such a good mate, so accommodating, scratching the shit out of me.β valko praises, voice gruff in your ear.
βmmhmmm.β you whine. he switches his angle ever so slightly, hitting upward and bullying the spot deep inside you that makes your vision white out.
you screech and dig your nails into his back hard, hard enough to make him groan and stutter.
βfuck! cumming- cu- shit, holy shit.β valko moans out, collapsing on top of you as he fills you the condom full of his thick cum.
youβre both in a hazy sort of bliss that only sex can give for a handful of minutes after. youβre only brought out of it when valko stands to go get a warm towel for you and your eyes meet his back- your canvas.
you gasp and sit up weakly. "valko!β
valko turns, on high alert and scanning the room. βwhat- what? fuck, donβt scare me like that-β
βyour back is bleeding!β you interrupt, crawling towards him on shaky limbs.
valko pauses and reaches to touch his back, looking at his bloody fingers. βoh.β
βiβm so sorry- oh my god, iβm evil, iβm terrible!β you ramble, tears brimming your eyes.
when you look up at valko, heβsβ¦ smiling?! ear to ear, at that! βwhat the hell is the matter with you?! i injured you!β you yell, tossing a pillow at him in frustration.
valko smiles and walks to the edge of the bed, cradling your cheek with his clean hand. βyou marked me up, just like every good mate should. here, take a picture for me.β he grabs his phone from the nightstand and hands it to you, turning around.
you open the camera and snap a picture, trying not to drool over it. youβd marked him up good- he had red streaks in all directions, blood trickling from most of them. weirdly, the sight made a new wetness form between your legs.
valko looked at the picture cleared his throat, a flush rising on his cheek. something else rose, right beside your face, thick and leaking pre again.
since that day, your nails were always done and valkoβs back was always painted ruby red.
a/n: no one be sad!!!! everyone be happy!! valko lives on, i promiseeee yall everything will be okay. do you really think mama rhi would let anything happen to our valko? no!!
βYou expected a brooding powerhouse. You got a history nerd who blushes when you call him cute.β
Everyone assumes Valko spends his free time lifting weights.
Or sharpening knives.
Or brooding dramatically while standing on rooftops.
Theyβre wrong.
You discover this after walking into his apartment one afternoon.
ββ¦Valko?β
No answer.
You follow the sound of his voice into the living room.
Heβs sitting cross-legged on the floor in a hoodie, glasses perched on his nose, surrounded by books, papers, and what looks suspiciously like a model kit.
ββ¦What are you doing?β
He looks up.
βOh. Youβre early.β
ββ¦Are thoseβ¦β
He glances down.
ββ¦Miniature medieval trebuchets.β
Silence.
βYou buildβ¦ tiny siege weapons?β
βTheyβre historically fascinating.β
You stare.
He stares back.
ββ¦I think I love you more now.β
Dating Valko means learning very quickly that the giant, terrifying man your friends are scared ofβ¦
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βYou expected a brooding powerhouse. You got a history nerd who blushes when you call him cute.β
Everyone assumes Valko spends his free time lifting weights.
Or sharpening knives.
Or brooding dramatically while standing on rooftops.
Theyβre wrong.
You discover this after walking into his apartment one afternoon.
ββ¦Valko?β
No answer.
You follow the sound of his voice into the living room.
Heβs sitting cross-legged on the floor in a hoodie, glasses perched on his nose, surrounded by books, papers, and what looks suspiciously like a model kit.
ββ¦What are you doing?β
He looks up.
βOh. Youβre early.β
ββ¦Are thoseβ¦β
He glances down.
ββ¦Miniature medieval trebuchets.β
Silence.
βYou buildβ¦ tiny siege weapons?β
βTheyβre historically fascinating.β
You stare.
He stares back.
ββ¦I think I love you more now.β
Dating Valko means learning very quickly that the giant, terrifying man your friends are scared ofβ¦
pairing: bf!valko x gn!reader
cw: suggestive and sfw headcannons (they're separated), petnames, fluff, teasing and mocking
a/n: gonna make family man valko headcannons next, stay tuned for that... (edit: it's out and I linked it)
family man valko headcannons!
Valko masterlist
α―β bf!valko who likes to ragebait you, but isn't immune to it himself. if anything, he's kinda easier to annoy at times. it's all in good fun though, and he'd never get mad at you.
α―β bf!valko who will kiss, suck, lick or bite any sliver of skin that you expose to him. whether it be your neck, shoulders, ears, collarbone, back, arms, fingers, anklesβliterally anything and everything. he's starving.
α―β bf!valko who doesn't go too crazy with nicknames for you. a bit basic, likes using "baby" and "pretty" a lot. he's a bit of a troll at times though, and likes using the most terrible petnames possible just to get a reaction from you.
"hey honeybunβdo you know where my phone is?" he sticks his head in through the door of the room you're lounging in. eyeing you eagerly.
you slowly turn to face him, disgust painting your face as you side-eye him. "what did you just call me?"
"honeybun. y'know, 'cause you're sweet like honey and have nice bunsβokay I can't do this." he breaks character, laughter bubbling out of him as he leans against the doorframe.
you join, laughing along with him. "never do that again."
α―β bf!valko who's always leaning on you, has his head resting in your lap, or even lies down on top of you on the couch while watching tv. it doesn't matter how much you protest and complain about how heavy he is, it doesn't stop him. if anything, it just makes him want to do it more.
α―β bf!valko who has a ridiculously attractive laugh. you thought it would probably be a little silly, but you were wrong. the first time you heard him really laugh out of true amusement, your entire face got red. not to mention the fact that his fangs and dimples show when he's laughing. also has those smile lines that everyone finds hot.
α―β bf!valko who never lets you carry anything, ever. whenever you two go out shopping for fun or for groceries, he will hold all the bags with both hands, bulging veins nearly popping out of his biceps as he holds onto 5 bags with each hand. but you still have the audacity to tease him.
"why don't you wanna hold my hand? are you angry at me?" you feign offense, pouting as you eye his obviously full hands.
he freezes, turning to the side to glance at you over his shoulder. "you serious?"
you nod, your frown only deepening as you stare up at him.
he shifts the bags in his left hand and barely manages to hold out his pinky finger to you. "c'mon," he points forward with a gesture of his head.
you chuckle, grabbing onto his pinky finger and walking alongside him.
"happy?" he asks with a scoff, but is unable to hide his grin. once you hum in agreement, his eyes return to the path ahead, his smile widening.
α―β bf!valko who, just like wolves who pick their partners for life and stick by their decision, saved himself for you. never dated, never kissed, never hooked up, never even flirted. he knew that the one meant for him was out there, and that he'd know it was them the moment he'd meet them. and when you ran into each other the first time? yeah, he knew you were the one. his nose and intuition never failed him afterall.
α―β bf!valko who acts very suave and confident, which he kinda is, but not all the time. it's kind of a cover-up that became half true somewhere along the way (fake it till you make it). sure he's much cooler now than in his teenage years, but he's still the virgin tech nerd who annotated biology textbooks for fun while having national geographic wildlife documentaries playing in the background.
α―β bf!valko who's a very outdoorsy man. always suggests going on walks, runs, or hikes with you. but he never takes the same path or trail twice. always insists on seeing new things. however, he knows that most people aren't big fans of hiking and stuff, so he never forces you, and is always encouraging when you do decide to. (also super grateful that you try out his hobbies for him)
"how much longer until we get back..." you whine, your arms dangling in front of you as they rest against valko's shoulders.
he readjusts you, tightening his grip on your legs as you melt further against him, threatening to fall off his back. "heyβ you don't get to complain when you're being carried." he huffs.
"fine." you roll your eyes. "but you're the one who suggested carrying me around in the first place."
"what was I supposed to do? let you limp the whole way back? how gentlemanly." he chuckles.
feeling his chest vibrate underneath you, and the warmth emanating from him, you can't help but laugh as well. "alright, alright I get it." you press a quick peck to his cheek. "thanks."
α―β bf!valko who loves lying in bed with you, face smushed between your thighs. unconsciously gnaws and bites at the flesh of your inner thighs like it's a chew toy.
α―β bf!valko who sleeps with nothing but a pair of boxers on. with his naturally high body temperature, he's probably more comfortable sleeping nearly naked. never really thought much about it, but when you pointed it out the first time you slept together, he kinda got flustered. thankfully though, you reassured him you didn't mind as long as he was comfortable which he was grateful for (more eye candy for you).
α―β bf!valko who's a mouth breather sometimes, sorry. (canines expel heat and absorb fresh air through their mouths). he tries to stop it, and it's fine most of the time, but sometimes he can't help his instinctive nature and catches himself doing it unwillingly. gets a little embarrassed when you tease him for it. also snores.
α―β bf!valko whose fangs sometimes poke your lips or get stuck in the flesh while you two make out. it's gotten to the point where you're used to it and don't mind, but he still kinda freaks out everytime.
you're resting atop his lap, your lips moving against his like you needed him to breathe. and he returned that energy tenfold. his excitement caused him to be a little careless however.
you feel a sharp sting on the corner of your bottom lip and wince away from him. your tongue darts out to feel the spot he accidentally poked. there's no blood, but you can feel a little dent.
he eyes you with wide and worried eyes. "fuck, I'm sorryβ" he lets out a quiet whine. "are you okay?"
you nod, chuckling at his pout.
his pout turns into a frown as he furrows his eyebrows at you. "I'm worried about you and you're laughing at me?"
that makes your chuckle turn into a full laugh. you lean into him, cupping his face tenderly before peppering kisses all over his face. "can you blame me? you look cute angry."
"... I'm not cute. I'm a grown man." he huffs, trying his best to stay annoyed, but once your lips press against a particularly sensitive spot near his jaw, he melts against you.
α―β bf!valko who loves seeing you try out new clothes, or pampering yourself. he just likes showing you off, and he loves it even more when you show off for him. probably loves praising you too. "you look so hot." "can't believe that's all mine." "that's the top you weren't sure about? it was made for you." and so on and so forth.
α―β bf!valko who steals food off your plate, especially stuff like dumplings or fries. will quickly grab the food and eat it in front of you while smirking. oh, and don't hold your sandwich up near him and look away for even a second, because he will lean in and take a bite of it. also the type to take huge bites whenever you offer him small bites of your food.
α―β bf!valko who puts his hand over your head when you're about to smack your head on something. doesn't even do it to be chivalrous or anything, it's automatic. also does it when it's raining.
ββ SUGGESTIVE
α―β bf!valko who would not care about you having body hair. he knows it's the natural state of your body, and likes it for that reason. would be devastated if you shaved your bush.
α―β bf!valko who's a munch. he likes it because it's one of the places where your scent is the strongest. likes giving more than receiving.
α―β bf!valko who wants you before you shower. when he texts you he's coming home, he always makes sure to add "don't wash". he loves your natural scent and musk, and doesn't want it to be erased by the artificial scent of body shampoo and soap. that's not to say he's unhygienic or anything, he likes both but has a very clear preference.
α―β bf!valko who you find yourself laughing with during intimacy. whether it's you mocking him for a strangled noise he let out, or him chuckling at your pleading face, the two of you always find a way to smile through it.
a/n: come back home dada please
if you liked this, you might like my family man valko headcannons!
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not βreal writersβ because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
So...update on this. I am not even halfway through this fic, and im already 1.6k words in. I was supposed to finish and upload it yesterday, but I celebrated my 24th birthday, got drunk, and passed out hahaha.
I'm hoping to publish this by Saturday or Sunday, to fully focus on Chapter 7 - 10, then do a bit of headcanons and drabbles for our dear noble lady and Lyonel.
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Guys I'm only going to be writing for valko from now on. Until all of this nonsense ends. He needs representation and I'm going to provide it. I don't know how long this will last. I've been working tirelessly on getting him back, along with many other players. I've hardly gotten any sleep, food, or water at all. I don't care how many likes my fanfics get, but please try to support me and the other artists as much as you can. I've weathered so many hateful and racist comments, especially on rednote. I have hope that valko will be back.
Also, when someone is rude to you, be rude back. Don't tolerate disrespect and racism!
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Creating the So Call Me a Devotee playlist is funny. Because emotional music and like songs that are angsty are mainly for Reader, but go to Lyonel's side of songs and he's basically worshipping and being so down bad for her. I feel like I did that right hahahahahha
It deeply saddens me that Infold has decided to cancel Valko's debut. They have already deleted his stuff off many platforms, so I've download them all and put them on a drive folder so that other fans can access it.
