#getvalkoback

Pairing: alpha werewolf!Valko x hunter!reader

MDNI, dubcon, alpha & his newfound mate, he’s just wild under the moon! basically I have no idea of his personality (I mean he just appears like a few hours ago.)

The warning from OTTO pings on the terminal, a distant, rhythmic blip that feels irrelevant. There’s no way a wanderer would climb all the way to a high-rise floor in the center of Linkon City. The deep forest outskirts are miles away, safely contained. We’re in the middle of a neon-lit grid, for fuck’s sake.

So why is someone standing on the balcony?

A rare Supermoon hang heavy outside, casting a cold glow through the floor to ceiling window. The plan is simple. Sit on the couch, let a mug of hot chamomile take the edge off a brutal shift, open the window to enjoy the cold night ajr and watch the sky until sleep takes over.

Then the light shifts. A massive shadow blocks the moonbeams, swallowing the room in darkness.

Years of basic Hunter experience kick in instantly. The air pressure change, a thickness that doesn't belong in your apartment. Adrenaline surges, a command to reach for the firearm on the counter, but the intruder's reflexes are way faster than you.

A heavy weight collides with your chest. The impact drives the air straight out of your lungs, slamming your back hard against the floorboards. Before your vision can clear, huge, solid hands pin your wrists to the floor.

Your breath hitches, eyes straining in the dim light to make sense of the 'monster' hovering above. The pale moonlight catches the edges of a mess of vibrant, short crimson hair, but it is the eyes that lock you in place—bright, predatory gold, glowing with a human intelligence. Yet, the sharp, triangular ears twitching on his head, the tail swishing back and forth and the low, vibrational rumble rattling in his chest say otherwise.

He bares his teeth, exposing his long, sharp canines just inches from your face.

"You..." His voice is a gravelly, low rasp, his chest rising and falling against yours. "You smell... different."

"The fuck—get off me!" You throw your weight to the side, trying to break away, but he doesn't even budge. He feels solid like rock, trapping you with effortless, terrifying strength.

With a low grunt, he drags your hands together, shifting his grip to lock both of your wrists above your head with a single palm. The sudden constraint force a sharp hiss past your teeth.

"Feisty," he murmurs, his gaze dropping, tracking the rapid rise and fall of your chest beneath your loose nightgown. The focus in his eyes narrows as he leans lower, his nose brushing the column of your neck, inhaling deeply. "On second thought... it’s intoxicating. What are you…?"

"I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking questions, you bastard," you spit back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Fighting the physical disadvantage is useless, but showing fear to a predator is worse. You’re trapped in a thin silk gown, completely unarmed.

He tilts his head, a dark, sharp grin pulling at the corner of his mouth as your defiance hits him. "You're not shaking. I like that. Let's see how long that bravado) lasts."

His grip tightens, his warm palm burning against your skin. Outside, the city lights flicker, completely unaware of what is happening on your living room floor.

With a sharp tug, he rips the neckline of your nightgown. The fabric tears with a harsh ripping sound, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air, the tip instantly pebbling under his gaze.

"Stop—" you gasp.

He ignores you. He leans down, slowly licking from the bottom of your mound to the tip. He pulls back with a soft, wet sound, lips smacking. You arch your back, the rough texture of his tongue sending a sharp jolt of heat straight through you.

"Stop? Sounds like you’re enjoying this," he growls low, his golden eyes dark.

"Fuck, I’m not—"

Before you can finish, his hand slaps your clothed cunt. You yelp, your hips jerking against his palm.

"Really? It’s wet down here," he laughs. He hooks his fingers into your underwear and pulls the damp silk aside, rubbing his long nails over your wet slit. He inhales the scent in his fingers deep and the air leaves as a shudder. "The scent comes from right here… fuck…"

He grins, pupils turn to vertical slit, then pins your hands tighter, and lowers his head to eat you without a single second of hesitation.

"Oh, fuck…!"

"What a nasty mouth. Up there and down here," he mutters against your skin, his tongue striking hard against your throbbing clit. "Both are—fuck—I can’t hold back…!"

He lets go of your wrists and quickly pulls down his pants, revealing his large, throbbing cock. The tip is big and red, slick with pre-cum. His hands grab your thighs, opening wide and rubs it against your wetness, coating himself in your watery arousal.

"Wait—no—that’s too—"

He pushes forward in one deep thrust, bottoming out completely. Your body arches violently as his tip reaches your cervix in one go.

"Shit, hah, where have you been all my life?" he grins, eyes glowing gold. "My mate. Finally found you."

He starts moving in a heavy, hard rhythm. Your folds move in and out around his massive cock, thrusting so deep and hard making it feel like he’s rearranging your insides.

"Uh… ahah…"

"That’s it. Don’t fight it. It’s yours," he snarls, driving harder. He hits your sensitive spot over and over, forcing cries from your throat. "Let go. Don’t hold it. Scream for me!"

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin as a sudden, intense climax shatters through you. You scream, your legs trembling from the intense release. The man roars, locking his hips against yours as he comes deep inside you, his chest heaving.

You both lie there for a minute, breathing heavily in the dark.

Slowly, his tension fades. He leans down and kisses you. It isn't rough, but surprisingly gentle and wet, a tender marking of your lips that catches you off guard.

Then he moves to your neck. His sharp teeth sink deep in between your neck and your shoulder, piercing the skin and leaving a heavy, throbbing red mark of his teeth to claim you as his.

"You—I’m going to kill you!!" you choke out, still want to move to grab the gun but your legs are still weak, shaking.

He pulls out and stands up, tossing his black shirt over your sticky body.

"Valko." He looks down at you one last time. "Remember my name. I’m going to come back, and when I do, I expect you to be more eager in spreading your legs than today."

He turns, jumps from the balcony, and disappears into the night.

I’m so excited! While this story will become ooc for sure but for now I’m going to let it out of my system 🍷✨

He’s back! And he’s here to claim you as his mate! But you’re not gonna go down without a fight—and this time, you’re ready. But it’s hard to focus when your body completely betrays you, screaming for the exact predator you're trying to hunt...

MDNI (long, 3K) First post here

A week passes, and your mind still clings to the window frame and the stained floor from that night. You scrub the apartment from top to bottom, forcing the bristles of the brush against the wood until your knuckles turn white. It’s spotless—has been for days. But in your head, that single patch of the loft remains the dirtiest, most compromised spot in your entire home. You’ve had seven days to steel your mind, yet the lingering thought of him still haunts your insides.

As much as Caleb cares, your brother can’t stay with you all the time. His duties as the fleet’s Colonel keep him tethered to Skyhaven. He can only drop by every few days, offering a brief, comforting presence before he slips out before dawn to report back to HQ.

Left alone, you carry your Association-issued Hunter’s gun clipped to your waist at all times. It stays there while you cook, while you clean, and even when you twist uncomfortably in your sleep. You keep remembering the promise he growled that night—that he’d come back.

And this time, you tell yourself, you’d finally be able to shoot him down.

The drone of the news anchor in the background only feeds your agitation. Such a striking, massive man with distinct wolf ears—how hard could it be to find one in the streets of Linkon?

You grit your teeth, pushing the brush down with a harsh, scraping sound. "That fucker…"

"Who, me?"

If you thought he’d only come during the night—you’re totally wrong. Once again, the unlocked latch has made it effortless for him to slide inside.

Your focus narrows instantly. You spin on your heel, eyes locking onto him. The ears and tail are gone—rendering him entirely human to the naked eye. For a split second, you wonder if last week was just some fever dream. But your instincts react before your brain does. Your fingers fly to your waist, unholstering the weapon and leveling the muzzle directly between his eyes.

Valko freezes, his gaze widening slightly as he stares down the barrel.

"A gun? Hah—" The cocky remark dies in his throat. His head hangs low for a second, his arms crossing over his chest as a sudden tremor runs through his massive frame.

But what breaks the silence isn’t a plea for mercy. It’s a low, vibrating, sarcastic laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest.

You stiffen, your finger tightening on the trigger. Is his Evol mimicking Sylus’s regeneration? The kind of energy that simply stitches wounds back together the moment they’re torn open, rendering injury completely meaningless? Is that why he doesn’t care?

"Go ahead." His head snaps back up, his eyes sharp and taunting beneath his messy hair. A wide, arrogant smirk stretches across his lips as he takes a deliberate step forward. You immediately match his movement, taking a cautious step back. "Shoot."

Your index finger pulls back hard. The trigger clicks, but the sound of it signals something foreboding—the firing pin delivers nothing but a hollow thud. Damnit. To get a mechanical jam at the worst possible moment—

"It isn’t jammed, you know," he murmurs, his tone dripping with amusement as if he can read your mind.

Before you know it, he’s already inches from you, his scent hitting you immediately—warm like open sunshine, but thick and heavy with something primal that you refuse to acknowledge. It causes your lower abdomen to tighten into a hard, aching knot, a sudden physical betrayal you can’t blame on mere ovulation.

"Hey, I came back just like I said I would." He takes a sharp, deep breath, inhaling the air right off your skin. You try to scramble backward, but the solid wall hits your shoulder blades. In a flash, his palms slam against the surface on either side of your head, trapping you completely within his shadow. "And you smell incredible today. Are you in heat?"

"You—"

Your head jerks up to snap at him, but you can’t exactly see him when the movement only gives him the perfect angle. Valko steals the words right out of your mouth, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising, feral kiss that tastes like copper and his intoxicating scent.

"Fuck," he growls against your mouth, his breath hitching as he pulls back just an inch. "You’re driving me out of my goddamn mind. Do you want to get knotted right here? Tone down that scent."

Apparently, he smells something from you too. Your face burns scarlet—Do I smell? You don’t even realize his canine ears have snapped back into existence until you feel his tail brushing, swishing roughly against your bare leg in sheer excitement.

"Come on, don’t lie. Last time was incredible." His sharp teeth graze along your jawline, and you can see the dark veins beginning to map across his neck as he drinks in the scent of your pulse point. "The mark’s still here. Good."

But as a hunter, you don’t survive by relying on a single weapon. You always have a contingency plan—tactical gear and items that aid your mission by miles, the very reason you’re one of the top hunters in the Association. While his head is buried in your neck, your fingers blindly trace the edge of the nearby console table, sliding into the open drawer.

The sharp, metallic rattle of chains makes his ears twitch, but you don't give him the chance to prep his stance.

With a practiced, violent twist, you snap the heavy steel tactical collar you normally use on anomaly wanderers around his neck. The lock clicks into place, the heavy chain securing him to your hand. Using the momentum of the wall behind you, you drive your foot straight into his sternum, kicking his legs out from under him.

Valko hits the floorboards with a heavy, breathless grunt. Before he can roll over, your foot plants firmly on the center of his chest, pinning him down.

His upper lip curls, sharp fangs baring in a reflex of aggression. You don't flinch. Instead, you shift your weight, your toes tilting his chin up so he’s forced to look at you. You let out a cold, angry breath. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for once, you fucker?"

"Hah—” his eyes widen, then his mouth, “hahahahaha!" He lets out a loud, genuine bark of laughter, his chest vibrating beneath your sole. "I swear, you don't make this easy for me. But god, I love it."

"You’re a lunatic—"

"Come on, baby." His large hands move up, not to push your foot away, but to steady it against his chest, completely indifferent to the pressure. His other hand slides slowly up your calf, his rough palm dragging against your skin up toward your thigh. "I know we started off on the wrong foot, but still—"

"If that gun worked, you’d be full of holes by now. I’m dragging you straight to the Association," you growl, yanking the lead chain hard enough to force his jaw shut.

"Fine. You leave me no choice."

Valko tilts his head back slightly. The heavy steel links around his neck don't shatter—they simply dissolve. It'snot the kind of element that burns, as the chain in your hand liquefies instantly, turning into silver droplets that slide harmlessly off his skin and drip onto the floorboards. Your eyes widen in realization—a Metal Evol…!

Before you can process the threat, he sweeps your ankle, throwing you off balance. But instead of letting you hit the floor, his massive arms catch you mid-air, pulling your weight flush against his chest.

"Easy," he smirks, his voice low and vibrating. He has held the upper hand the entire time, thoroughly amused that you thought otherwise.

Before you can even draw breath to curse, his mouth crashes back down on yours. It’s rough, the pressure of his canine splitting the corner of your lip. You wince at the sharp sting, your palms hitting repeatedly against his back before your fingers knot into his hair, pulling hard to force him off. But the sheer physical disparity is too much, your strength does nothing to shift him.

Worse, that strange, intoxicating musk he radiates are beginning to cloud your senses. The air feels thick, drying out your throat and making your vision blurry.

"My mate... you did this to yourself," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to drag his rough tongue over the split on your lip, then down the line of your throat. "You’re calling out to me. I could smell it from blocks away."

"I never called you—"

His thick fingers slide down, unbuckling your belt with a tug. His hand slides straight inside your denim, his calloused palm cupping you through your underwear, smoothing over the slick moisture gathering there. "Don’t lie to me—you’re fucking wet down here."

He hauls your body off the floor in one smooth motion, carrying you through the apartment. The sudden shift in perspective makes your head spin, the hallway blurring past until he throws open the bedroom door and the shadows of the room swallow you both. You hit the mattress on your back, the breath leaving you in a short gasp. Before you can even blink, his heavy frame looms over you.

His hands pull at the fabric of your clothes, tearing through the denim and shirt with terrifying ease, leaving the ruined fabric in tatters on the sheets.

"Stop it!" You slap his hands away, trying to cover yourself uselessly, your voice cracking with an defensive anger. "Why are you doing this to me??”

"I told you—you’re my mate." He leans down, planting his large hands on either side of your hips. The concentrated scent of pine and wild pheromones fills your nose, making your head spin. "How long are you going to fight it? Look at how your body responds to me."

It hits like cold water. He’s right. You aren’t moving with the swift and precision you use against Wanderers or street criminals. Every defensive movement you make is slow, heavy, and thick with hesitation. You could’ve pulled the trigger before he even talk, or just kick him in the balls—but you didn’t do it. It doesn’t help that there’s an agonizing, deep-seated ache between your thighs that demands the very thing you are fighting against.

His fingers trace your jawline, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Valko stares down at you, the wild amusement completely vanishing from his expression. There is a dark, heavy seriousness in his gaze now. His palm cradles your cheek with a sudden unexpected gentleness that catch your defenses off guard. It feels like a key turning in a lock, releasing a wave of liquid heat through your veins.

When his lips find yours for the third time, the resistance is gone. It feels terrifyingly natural, the way your tongue dances against his, eliciting a satisfied grunt from his chest. He shifts his weight, anchoring himself with one forearm so he doesn't smother your frame, while his free hand trails down your collarbone, mapping your curves until he cups your breast and squeeze.

The sound that breaks from your throat is no longer filled with restrain, but a soft, breathless gasp of total indulgence. Valko drinks in the sound, his mouth traveling lower, nipping along your skin until his lips close over your tight and sensitive nipple.

"That’s it," he growls, his canine lightly scraping the sensitive peak before he begins to suckle heavily. "More. Mm—let me hear you."

"Hng.. ah.." The small moans slip out uncontrollably, sounding like honey to his ears. His wolf ears twitch with every hitched breath you take, his dark eyes watching your face intently, studying how your body reacts to the sharp friction of his rough tongue.

"Do you remember my name, my girl?"

"Va—Valko.." The name tears from your throat like a confession, and the sound of it only makes his grip tighten on your hips—he finds it more arousing than if you were screaming his name.

And god, his tongue feels like magic, moving with precision, tracing a wet path down your ribs, over your stomach, and directly into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He looks up at you through his dark lashes, entirely unbothered by how desperate he’s making you. You arch your back off the bed, your fingers knotting into the bedsheets.

"I’m sorry about how rough last week was. The moon affects my behavior," he mutters, his breath hot against your lower stomach as he parts your thighs further. "But your scent—fuck—I’m trying to be gentle here."

He has to suppresses the urge to bite your clit, pressing his tongue inside. The rough, unnatural texture of his tongue strokes over your slick center, scratching an itch that makes your entire lower half twitch. Instead of easing the tension, it only makes the emptiness inside you unbearable. Your hips roll blindly, trying to force him deeper, and a low chuckle echoes against your skin, the vibration make your spine tingles.

"Patience, girl," he whispers, pulling back. You let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact.

Standing at the edge of your bed, he discards his trousers. The massive, fat length of his cock springs free, dark and fully engorged.

You catch your breath, your eyes wide as you look at the same thick, heavy ridge that had stretched you apart days ago. He sinks his knees into the mattress, the springs groaning under his immense weight as he inches back over you, the hot tip of his length hovering just inches from your face.

For a long moment, the room goes completely quiet. Without thinking, your hand reaches up, your fingers hovering just over the pulsing vein along his shaft. Almost, before you see his heavy tail swishing between his thighs.

The spell breaks. You pull your hand back sharply, your mind screaming at you. What the hell are you doing??

"Hey, don’t back out now," he huffs, his voice thick with arousal. "Stop fighting—accept your desire."

Fuck. He sounds like a predator trying to coax you out of a cage. The heavy tip in front of you twitches, glistening in the light, begging to be touched, to be hold, to be—

Your senses are so entirely saturated by him that before your brain can stop you, your tongue licks along the heavy ridge of his shaft.

"Fuck...!" Valko grunts. He grits his teeth, the vein in his jaw popping.

You abandon the last of your hesitation, letting the musky, metallic taste of him fill your mouth as you drag your tongue all the way up to the crown.

"Yeah... just like that—ssshit!"

Your lips part, enveloping the thick head before he can even finish the sentence. The girth stretches the corners of your mouth to their limit. He is too thick to take normally, so you force your throat to relax, widening to accommodate the invasion.

"That’s enough. Fuck—" he chokes out, but even as the warning leaves his lips, his large palm cups the back of your head, guiding you firmly down to take him deeper. You can barely draw air into your lungs. "Y/N... shit... stop, I’m going to come..."

The mention of your name registers dimly in your mind, but you can’t voice the question with your mouth completely stuffed.

Valko suddenly pulls away, his breath coming in ragged, heavy pants. He hooks his hands beneath your knees, pushing your legs back until your thighs are pinned flat against your ribs in a brutal mating press.

"You're going to regret teasing me like that," he growls, his voice dropping into a register that is entirely animal.

He aligns the heavy, wet head of his cock with your opening and drives forward in one massive, unrelenting thrust. The blunt force of it knocks the air straight out of your lungs. Every heavy plunge causes your breasts to jiggle up and down under his gaze.

"Fuck—look at you. You look so beautiful like this—hah—do you like my cock now? Tell me." Every word comes in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

"Mm... mhmmhmhmm!" Your eyes roll back into your head, your fingers clawing at the fabric of the mattress, tearing the sheets completely free from the corners of the bed as he bottoms out against your cervix.

"Should've just done this from the start," he grunts, his pace turning frantic, his hips slamming hard against yours with a wet, heavy rhythm. "But I like the fight in you. You’re mine now. My girl. I’m never letting you go."

He pulls back nearly all the way (looking at your flushed face, messed up hair, scent thick with sweat) and you instantly whine, your hips lifted off the bed in a silent, desperate plea for the pressure to return.

"Come on, please...! Just let me cum!"

Valko grins down at you, flashing a wild, possessive look in his eyes. "You'll get it."

He adjusts his grip, locking your legs over his broad shoulders to open you up completely before driving back in with everything he has. You scream his name as his massive girth completely rearranges your insides, hitting a depth that makes your entire body shudder.

"Valko... Valko!!"

"I’m right here."

"Don’t you dare stop!" Your nails dig deep into the muscle of his shoulders, drawing thin lines of red. A low, vibrating growl rumbles in his throat at the pain, but your vision is already fracturing into brilliant bursts of white light. Your eyes roll back as the intense friction pushes you completely over the edge.

You cry out his name one last time as your walls contract violently around him.

The sudden, intense compression triggers him completely. With a guttural roar, Valko drives himself in to the absolute hilt, and you feel a sudden, massive swelling at the base of his shaft. It expands rapidly, locking him firmly inside your body, sealing the exit completely. An instant later, the thick, blistering torrent of his release fires deep into your womb, the intense pressure filling you to the point of aching fullness, with nowhere for the fluid to escape.

The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your shared, ragged breathing. Valko collapses slightly forward, shifting his bulk onto his elbows so he doesn't smother you, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours while the knot keeps you pinned beneath him.

He looks down at your flushed face, a slow, thoroughly satisfied smirk returning to his lips. He reaches up, lazily tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"So," he murmurs, his voice still rough and scraping from the growl. "I guess I don’t have to use the window next time?"

MDNI shorts from this (sorry the idea went dead in my brain so…)

“Baby!”

The front door slammed open, almost snap off its hinges.

Caleb breathing hard, his chest heaving, the sharp scent of fuel and leather clinging to him from running straight from the closest helipad. He takes one look at the open window and the overturned couch, then drops to his knees beside you on the floor.

You’re stil there, tangled in Valko's shirt, your face wet with silent tears as you stare blankly at the ceiling in pure, defeated silence.

"Hey, look at me—," Caleb rasps, his usual easygoing warmth replaced by a raw panic. His fingers gently catch your jaw, tilting your face up until his eyes hit the fresh bite mark on your neck. His jaw clamps tight. "Who did this? Goddamnit, look at me... who was here?"

Your eyes finally adjusts to look at your brother, your protector, your save haven—who couldn’t save you in time.

“I-I don’t know… he says his name’s Valko—Caleb, help…”

The dam finally snaps, and a fractured sob rips from your throat. Caleb’s expression shatters, the fury in his eyes turning into pure heartbreak.

"Shh... I've got you. I'm right here," he mutters, lifting you into his chest with careful strength. He carries you out of the cold living room and into the bathroom, shutting the door.

He sets you gently on the counter and turns on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. Caleb grabs a towel and drops to his knees between your thighs. His mouth is set in a grim) line, but his touch is impossibly gentle as he begin to wipe away the traces of Valko's arrival from your skin.

But as his eyes lock onto the deep, bruised brand on your neck, his fingers tighten around the cloth until his knuckles turn white.

Who dares to take you like this? He keeps his head down, still cleaning you, but the suffocating pressure of his Evol begins to hum faintly in the room.

He’s going to find out.