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Your fingers swirl softly in the burgundy tuffs of his hair, inching towards the nape of his neck where fluff turns into scruff. “Maybe, but I’d love it if she had your hair color.”
Valko’s head rests on your shoulder, slightly atop your chest. Laying in bed together, listening to the soft putter of rain hit the window, staring down at the swell of your stomach. Your precious little pup growing inside.
“I really hope she has your eyes, Val.” Those beautiful amber orbs that you fell in love with, you can only pray that your doting little girl is blessed with the same ones. “You just want her to be a mini version of me? Where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want a mini version of you.”
A large hand splays over your stomach, feeling your little girl’s fluttering kicks as greeting. She loves the sound of her papa’s voice, loves the feeling of her papa’s touch. Just as much as her mama does. “We’ll have more babies. Let me have this though, yeah? I want my first experience with motherhood to be with a mini of the love of my life.”
The first great grandchild no less, and a little girl? Valko’s family had already spoiled her rotten and she hadn’t even left your womb. Now, you were just as bad… though he may be worse. “Still, not fair. I want her to look like the woman I can’t live without.” His thumb caresses your tummy softly, a smile curling his lips when she kicks.
“She’s already feisty like you, look at her go.” You laugh, watching your tummy jump and your little girl jostle. “She’s got her papa’s stubbornness, his determination. She’s really shaping up to be a mini you, Val.”
“Our little pup.” He affirms rather than acknowledging your comment, only proving his stubbornness. Though, the smile on your lips can’t be stopped. Gingerly, you scratch at his ears, sighing as you mutter back. “Our little pup.”
I miss him like he’s my dead wife… trust me y’all regardless of the outcome I will not stop writing for Valko. Lads will always be 6 to me.
thinking about garrick and reader on a gruellingly long stakeout, stuck in a cramped bachelor apartment where a queen mattress is tucked into the only space a bed could go, with a thin cotton sheet as a separator when someone needs to catch a few zzz's while the other camps out.
there's an ac unit that blasts somewhat cool air over the dining room where all the gear and notes are stored. so many bottles of water. shitty, carb-heavy snacks, nothing fresh unless it crosses someone's mind (it doesn't). when ghost and soap come by on occasion, the toilet's never flushed properly. garrick's a decent roommate; not the best, but not the worst. usually remembers to close the lid and shut the fridge and offers you the best shifts unless you're bitchy.
and you are bitchy. it's the job, but fuck me, trailing these dead end leads in their shit apartments, watching through night vision goggles that hurt your scalp and make you sweat buckets is fucking brutal work. you scrap at each other like cats, claws never fully extended, but scrapping at the nearest thing. better than bringing it home to your boyfriend, who hates when you're on stakeouts. gets jealous easily. you tell him you sit in parked cars and try not to piss yourself for hours.
but, it turns out, he had reason.
garrick starts getting antsy. must be the heat, the tedium, the proximity — give it any sort of origin you want — but there hasn't been a better way to pass the time than getting railed at the dining room table while garrick forces your chin to table, eyes locked on the window to make sure you don't miss any movements from the target's apartment, your body bent over the shiny laquered wood, your pussy squeezing its tight fist around his thick cock. he's mean to your tits, scratches at them when he wants, knows it'll fade by the time you go back home. your pants are never yanked down further than your knees, just enough to find the hole he wants, and smear his dripping cock all over your ass, your crack, your lower back, until he slides down just so, into your pussy. likes to mark you up with it. pisses you off and makes you cranky as fuck when he does it; you gotta stand in the bathroom on the edge of the tub, twisting this way and that with a wet rag, wiping the evidence off your skin before it dries.
when the target suddenly moves, something out of the ordinary that a street unit's got coverage on, garrick bullies you onto the mattress and fucks you so hard that when dispatch trills through, he has to answer for you — she's in the toilets — as his thick, pearling cum leaks out of you onto the fucked up bedsheet. the look on his face when you stare at it, fucked-dumb and pissed off all in one, has him rolling you onto your side, legs still tangled in pants, so he can make you squirt with his two middle fingers curled up inside your cunt until you have to muffle your growling screams into the yellowed pillow.
"fuckin' sick of me, yet?" he grins as you use a spare t-shirt of his as a cum rag right before you chuck it at his head. "'m fuckin' proper sick of you."
What they do when you get cancelled as the new love interest in their favorite otome game
Caleb
Crashes out so bad. He actually crashes out and starts raging. Will start petitions online to get you back and will MAKE people sign them. Even the ones that weren't particularly interested in your release. Sends emails after emails to the game company to not do this to you. Writes in the survey how shallow they are for cancelling you. That's all he could do right? Is what you thought. This man will show up at the game company with a bunch of other players. If that doesn't work he will get a hacker and hack in the game server and leak your release. He's not giving up on you.
Rafayel
Sulks in his bathtub the first time he heard the news of your cancellation. Starts painting you and won't stop. You basically become his original character now and you're in every one of his paintings. “Didn't he paint this same maiden in the last painting?” “Doesn't this painting look a lot similar to last ones?” Murmurs spread around the exhibition and Thomas starts panicking. But he won't stop. This is to send a message that if they're going to cancel you he's going to keep bringing you back even at the cost of his own career, about which he could care less.
Zayne
He's the dawnbreaker, the foreseer and Dr. Zayne. You best believe that he will somehow find a way to you and bring himself in your game and become your canon love interest. Problem solved
Xavier
Nero 2.0 Will start a blog with your name and will defend you from the haters. Will get Isaiah and Jeremiah with him into this, though they do it for the fun. Isaiah absolutely rages at others. “If you're so keen on getting a character deleted because you don't like it, you should also consider getting yourself deleted because I don't like you.” Also replies to another comment saying they're gonna leave the game if you don't get cancelled with “Good. Don't bother coming back.” He gets so bummed out, he was saving diamonds in game for you and got a lot of savings for your upcoming merch and stuff. It's alright, he gets it all custom made.
Sylus
Buys the company and releases you himself.
⤷ Please don't be sad about the current situation. I hope this comedy of a thing that appeared in my mind gave you a little laugh. And please don't quit or uninstall the game because the other boys are gonna sure miss you as heck.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
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Gaz is also soooo "guy who rescues you when the world is turning to shit and helps you escape the city as it falls apart, but the longer you two stay together, the more you start to realize that you don't think he would let you leave his side now, even if you tried." overflowing gratitude slowly souring as you grow more and more unsettled. going out for a single stroll on your own only for him to come tearing after you, entirely humourless when he finds you, no trace of that good natured, level headed guy you've come to know.
“P-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!” Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
🐦⬛ Thoughts about Sylus with a shy, timid, anxious mc
hurt/comfort, gn mc reader
wc: 870
I'm used to sneaking around my home quite a bit, always nervous about running into someone. I tense when I hear the wood floor creaking outside my bedroom or I see a shadow pass by my door. When I'm in public, I often avoid making eye contact with strangers.
So I was thinking about an mc like this staying with Sylus for the first time. He's been abrasive and rough, terrifying you in your first few interactions and leaving a horrific first impression. Even if he's started treating you a bit more nicely, staying with him in his home would be an unnerving experience. And I feel like the easiest way for someone like me to cope with that would be to learn his patterns and use them to avoid him like the plague. To know when and where he is during certain times of night and avoid those areas of the house.
Of course, Sylus can be a little emotionally constipated and would have no idea how to approach a situation like this. He'd notice for sure, though. Your quiet watchfulness, the way you startle when he walks into a room you're in, the way you walk through his halls as quietly as possible. How you'll approach the kitchen for a snack or some water, only to see him there, causing you to freeze in place and slowly slink away if you think he hasn't noticed you. I imagine this would hurt, seeing you so afraid of him. It would reinforce his view of himself as a monster, I think.
He wouldn't push. He's not one to push, especially not with something like this. He'd make sure to treat you gently, offering you little rewards for spending time with him. Maybe the chef starts preparing your favorites, or you wake up to a little gift box with a necklace inside on your nightstand. He'd be so proud and happy to see you walking around his home wearing it on the daily. A little sign of his ownership, as well as proof that he knows your taste and chose well.
I think things would change once you have to spend more time with him and eventually realize he's really not all that scary. Maybe you go to an auction with him and hold his hand the whole time, feeling safest while hiding behind him rather than conversing with the other people there.
You get caught alone with a shady man who's a bit too pushy while Sylus is doing some negotiating on his own, but he notices quickly and drops everything to come to your aid right away. He easily scares the man off and takes you aside to make sure you're alright.
Overwhelmed and overstimulated, you start to cry a little, and instead of freezing up awkwardly or telling you to calm down, he coaxes you into his arms, rubbing your back and soothing you gently. When you try to insist you're okay to continue with the auction, he sees through your lie, taking you back home even while you protest, not letting you apologize for 'ruining his night'.
This is a turning point in your relationship. Having direct experience with him, learning that he's not going to hurt you or lash out, and also that he's actually quite fun to hang out with! You hesitate a bit out of habit for a little while, but you no longer shy away from the spaces he occupies. Instead of tensing when he enters a room you're in, you start to perk up, hoping that he'll talk to you.
The first time you actively seek out his company would be incredibly meaningful to Sylus. He does his best to act nonchalant to avoid spooking you and scaring you away, but he can't hide how his eyes widen in surprise when you approach him. He teases you a little to keep the mood light, but he treats you so incredibly kindly, engaging with what you show him and making sure you feel at ease.
Eventually, you begin to bloom, unveiling new parts of yourself and truly being happy much more often. Gone is the nervous little kitty hiding in the shadows and jumping at every little noise; now you're playful and upbeat and not afraid to make noise or take up space in his home. You've befriended the twins and Mephisto as well, and have even gained the courage to play pranks on him alongside them.
Idk, as someone who's never really had a place that feels like 'home', having somewhere that I can fully relax and let go and spend time with those I'm closest with would mean so so much to me.
Sylus would be so proud to be the person who changes your life's tone to be one of happiness and comfort. He consistently treats you with patience, kindness, and warmth, helping you learn that you no longer need to be afraid. He watches you thrive both mentally and physically, surrounded by a support system that you've never had before. Always being there to catch you when you stumble or fall.
Who would have guessed that the big bad leader of Onychinus is such an expert in caring for stray cats?
the moment Valko hears you crying, he’s by your side.
it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.
nothing is more important than his mate.
“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.
he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.
Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.
“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”
Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.
“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”
you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.
“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”
so you do.
you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.
he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.
you’re his mate, after all. and he’s never going to leave you.
You're in bed with a book, deliberately not looking at Valko when he slinked into your room ten minutes ago because you know what he did this afternoon and you are still mad about it.
"What do you think you're doing?" You've been ignoring him all day but it was hard forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page when a 6'2" wolf man is rolling around in your laundry, trying to get your attention.
Valko stops half roll, tangled in your pile of clothes, "Reading like you."
"You're lying on my clothes."
"I am not lying on your clothes," he says while very obviously lying on your clothes.
"Please go away, i don't want to start a fight." You don't have the energy to do this right now.
"I'm not trying to start one." His fluffy ears pricks up which successfully indicated you he isn't giving up. "This is just how scent marking works in our pack."
You want to drop him off at the abandoned pet shelter. "You're so immature."
His ears drop. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared away the dog.”
"You scared off Tara's dog in her own backyard.”
“I didn't do anything. I just stood there when I should've bitten him instead.” He says the last part under his breath.
"He was shaking, Val.”
"I got jealous, okay?" His tail droops and ears turn flat. "You were petting him."
"That's not a reason to scare a golden retriever half to death."
"It felt like a very good reason at the time.”
You give him your deadliest glare, the one that would normally scare off any normal person but he's Valko and he's not normal, so he takes it as an invitation instead and crawls on the bed, dropping his head into your lap. “Ugh. Fine, i will apologise to her and her dog.”
“Good boy.”
“Okay then pet this good boy.”
You pinch his nose, and his teeth follow your finger to bite in protest but he melts immediately the second your fingers move to scratch behind his ear, his tail wrapping around your ankle possessively as he hums in satisfaction.
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Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door you’re exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You don’t even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.
Valko doesn’t say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like he’s trying to wrap you up completely.
“Bad day?” he finally murmurs, voice soft.
You nod, leaning into him. He doesn’t need more than that.
Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you don’t) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if you’re feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.
“You did so good today,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”
His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.
When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.
“I’ve got you,” he says simply. “You can rest now. I’m right here.”
You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.
Valko stays there as long as you need, content to be your personal heater, weighted blanket, and safe place all in one.
You weren't dating Zayne for his pool, but it sure was an incredible bonus.
"It's so nice out today." You remark as you slip your sunglasses on, laying back onto the chair. Your eyes have barely shut when you hear the splash of Zayne slipping out of the pool. Immediately, you're grateful for the sunglasses hiding your hungry gaze.
Seriously, the guy could be a swimwear model with those washboard abs.
"Did you put on sunscreen?" He stands over you, blocking the sun. The sight nearly makes your mouth water, droplets tracing the planes of his abdomen.
"The bottle is too far away. Could you put it on for me?" He doesn't need much convincing, retrieving the bottle of sunscreen and joining you on the chair.
He starts at your legs, smoothing the lotion onto your skin. His touch is nice and cool on your warm skin, a sigh slipping out almost involuntarily. His motions pause for a moment, but then he continues on.
"Could you do my chest too? I'm tired now." The coy smile on your lips may give you away, but Zayne doesn't comment on it. Instead, his sunscreen coated hands slide up your waist and under your top, squeezing the soft flesh before deft fingers find your nipples and circle them.
"I-fuck-I d-don't think I need sunscreen there..." Your words trail off into a moan as he moves closer, settling between your open legs and pressing his bulge against your now soaked bikini bottoms.
"No? So you want me to stop?" He murmurs, face dangerously close to yours as he unties your top and tosses it aside.
The first time you joked about wanting to ride his biceps, Valko laughed like he thought you were just being cute.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Now he’s lying back on the bed, one massive arm flexed hard for you, that thick, veiny bicep bulging like it was made for this. His other hand rests possessively on your hip, steadying you as you straddle his arm, grinding your slick pussy right against the hard curve of muscle.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes, voice rough. His ears are twitching like crazy, tail thumping hard against the mattress behind him. “Using my arm like a toy… you really are something else, sweetheart.”
You’re soaked. Every roll of your hips makes your clit drag against the firm swell of his bicep, the friction so intense it has you whimpering. Valko’s watching you with hungry eyes, flexing the muscle underneath you on purpose so it presses harder against your core.
He’s huge. The sheer size of his arm between your thighs makes you feel small and filthy in the best way. You brace one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his wrist for balance, and start riding his bicep faster, grinding down with needy little moans.
Valko groans like he’s the one getting fucked. His free hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple while his tail goes absolutely wild, smacking loudly against the bed.
“Shit- keep going,” he groans, voice breaking. “Use me. Ride it just like that… fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”
Every flex of his arm makes you shudder. The muscle is rock hard and slick with your arousal now, and the sight of it; your pussy sliding messily over his massive biceps while he stares up at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen is driving you both insane.
He’s panting, ears flat, cheeks flushed, looking way too proud of the fact that you’re getting yourself off on his arm like it’s your favorite toy.
a/n: i watched the livestream and im an impatient chud …. take this … might be ooc but hashtag idgaf (i do gaf please tell me what u guys think)
“so when you wear headphones…” you trail off as your eyes focus on the set of fluffy burgundy ears atop his head.
“i put them on my ears like everyone else, dollface” valko replies, brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you. “where else would i put them?”
“which ones though?” you ask, valkos mouth opens slightly at your question, a small huff of laughter leaving his lips. he grab the headphones from the coffee table, slipping them over his head and sliding them over his human ears.
“like this, obviously,” he smiles at you, amber eyes softly looking at the way you cock your head slightly, adorable. “what did you think i did?”
“don’t your other ears hurt though?” your hand reaches for the ears pinned under the headphone band, letting them free from where they were pinned and scratching softly. valkos eyes flutter shut for a moment, opening them quickly when he feels you take the headphones off his head. “what if you wore them like this instead?”
you giggle slightly as you placed the muffs on his wolf ears, laughing as valkos eyes widened slightly.
“doll this is ridiculous-” his protests are cut short as the headphone lose their balance and fall on his face. you gasp sljghtly, smile wide on your face as you reach out to move them. valko only shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully at you. “that’s why i don’t wear them that way,” he mumbles, eyes still trained on you.
you can’t help but flush under his gaze, snatching the headphones off his head quickly. he shakes his head, an angry pout of his lips as he stares at you putting the headphones back on the table.
“are you satisfied now?” the scowl on his face only makes you wanna jump his bones even more. you pretend to think for a second.
“if you wore jeans in your wolf form-" valko doesn’t let you finish your sentence, immediately growling and tackling you onto the couch. he wastes no time in letting his face nuzzle into your neck, nipping slightly before taking in a deep breath.
“no more hypotheticals dollface, only cuddles.”
“greedy wolf” you mumble out, smiling when he lets out a high pitched whine, tail wagging slowly as your arms wrap around him. “my greedy wolf,” you correct, biting back laughter when his tail smacks roughly against your leg as it wags.
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── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation (implied hands on hips), scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie
𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.
He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.
𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.
He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.
𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.
You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.
𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.
He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.
𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.
Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.
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a/n: 18+ suggestive, alexa, play animals by maroon 5… anyways am i posting for valko before xavier or zayne before he’s even released? yes, yes i am. will this be inaccurate since we know nothing about him? maybe. do i care? nope. pls enjoy!!!
Valko who nuzzles you constantly when you cuddle, drunk on your scent, and, at the same time, trying to envelop you with his own.
Valko who lets you play with and inspect his fangs as he holds you in his lap, tail contently wagging in a frenzy.
Valko who is your literal guard dog, standing a few feet behind you to survey your surroundings and those around you.
Valko whose ears perk up in excitement when he hears your voice despite his body language remaining as a professional chairman.
Valko who wants you to put a collar on him. Yes, he’d wear it in public or to meetings. He’s yours, body and soul.
Valko who licks stripes up your neck while he has you pinned beneath him, teeth bared at the overwhelming blissful feeling of you.
It’s been days. No texts, no stupid voice notes of him rambling about his day, no random “you eat yet?” messages as soon as you got off work like clockwork. This isn’t Valko. Your puppy is glued to his phone when it comes to you. So after one too many hours of anxious pacing, you grab the spare key he gave you months ago (“just in case, sweetheart”) and storm over to his place.
Your heart is hammering the whole way. Worst case scenarios flash through your head, him passed out, bleeding, hurt over something he didn’t tell you about. You’d take that.
But the second you push the door open, the air hits you like whiplash.
Stuffy. Thick. Heavy with something musky, sweet, and feral that makes your stomach flip. That’s when you hear it, muffled, desperate panting, broken groans, the faint creak of a bedframe.
Your brain short circuits. You don’t think. Before you have time to mentally catch up, you just move, storming straight to his massive bedroom and shoving the door open.
And holy fuck.
Valko is sprawled across his bed, completely naked, skin glistening with sweat. His ears are fully out, twitching wildly. His tail thumps hard against the sheets. He’s fisting his cock with frantic, sloppy strokes, that’s when you notice; it’s huge, thick, flushed dark and leaking all over his abs. His chiseled chest heaves, abs flexing with every desperate roll of his hips. Those thick thighs are trembling. And when your eyes finally drag up to his face… his eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed crimson, and there are actual tears clinging to his lashes.
He looks wrecked
You’re frozen in the doorway, mouth hanging open unable to look away from the obscene sight. The way his big hand struggles to even wrap fully around himself. The way his hips keep bucking up like he can’t stop. The wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
Before you can even process it, his movements stutter to a halt.
Wide, frantic golden eyes snap to yours. His ears shoot straight up. For a second he just stares at you, chest still heaving, cock twitching hard in his grip like it has a mind of its own.
Then something clicks behind that hazy gaze.
“…You’re here,” he rasps, voice wrecked and deeper than you’ve ever heard it. A broken groan slips out as something seems to overwhelm him, making his hips jerk involuntarily into his fist again. “Fuck- you… you shouldn’t see me like this-“