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valko: he’s the classic hype guy. loves cheering at the tv, lot’s of ‘let’s go boys!’, an abundance of random clapping, fists pumping in the air when no one on the team’s even done anything that impressive. you’ve started sitting on the opposite side of the couch bc he can’t sit still and keeps jostling you with all that energy.. but you also don’t complain when you end up spun in the air as the team wins or with his head in your lap when they lose.

sylus: the gambling type. he’s spending the game toggling his attention between the tv and his phone to place obscene amounts of money on the craziest bets and the most specific parlays (that somehow always win). He grins innocently when he goads you into betting against him and smirks devilishly when you’re cheering on your least favourite team bc you’ve won.

caleb: is the superstitious fan to a crazy degree. His team once had a huge win while you hung out in the room with him when you were teens.. and you’ve essentially been coaxed into watching every game with him since ‘for good luck.’ He loves it when you get invested with him but definitely keeps and eye on the players you’re keeping an eye on so he can not-so-subtly mention unsavory facts about their personal lives.

zayne: all about the statistics. he might not even be fond of the sport but his sponge of a brain will be absorbing all the information about each player on your team until he’s citing percentages and making critiques and calls. you love it when his face lights up each time his prediction comes true, and he loves seeing the impressed look on yours enough to watch again with you next time.

rafayel: Certified Trash Talker™ in an unexpected way. Seems really uninterested in the whole thing at first, but less than 20 min into the game he’s throwing out things like ‘even fish have better footwork than that.’ Critiquing players’ movement and techniques. And no matter your positions at the start of the game, by the end of it you’re sitting contentedly in his lap as he murmurs in your ear and shows you the right way the athletes should be using their muscles.

Making out with a nerd bf on the floor

Be sure to give him lotss of kisses!!

midnight thoughts turned into headcanons.

a/n: wanted to finish some drafts to get out of writer's block before starting two recent requests!

headcanons masterlist

Zayne — Light sleeper. He always takes a shower before going to bed; he can't fall asleep otherwise. Has plain pajamas in cool tones, but in summer, he can sleep shirtless (🫦). Doesn't move much during the night and breathes softly, letting soft sighs pass through his lips when he's fully asleep. As a doctor, he is aware of the rule of no screens before bedtime, but 1) sometimes he goes straight to bed after typing reports, and 2) he likes to chat with you before going to sleep, so he doesn't follow it that much. When you're sleeping by his side, he either lets his arm open so you can cuddle beside him or he fully spoons you.

Rafayel — Heavy sleeper, but he wakes up at random noises, yet NEVER the alarm. He doesn't set alarms unless he has plans with you, and yes, he goes 5:50, 6:00, 6:10, 6:20- it's a nightmare. Can sleep very still and stiff when he finally rests after overworking himself (meaning he doesn't fully rest, but sleep is sleep), or in starfish mode. He has a huge bed for a reason, y'know? Gets tangled in the sheets, his pillows get all messy, and he can sleep in the weirdest positions when he's sleeping by himself. If you're with him, he needs to hug you or touch you in any kind of way.

Xavier — HEAVY SLEEPER. I don't think there's much I can say about him. We know he can sleep on the sofa, the bed, his bean bag... and he's definitely a pretty sleeper most of the time. Key word: most. When he's been sleeping for over 12 hours, his face gets all smushed on the pillows, his lips a little puckered, and cheeks squished oh so cutely, you have to take a photo! If you tease him too much, he won't wake up, but will start mumbling and bury his face in the pillows. Cuteness aggression goes hard with him. Rewarding of his clothes... whatever is comfy and warm will do. If you're sharing a bed, ditch one of the pillows; you're either sleeping on top or underneath him, so no more than one pillow is needed at this point.

Sylus — Oh, he's big. He's taking up a lot of space on the bed, that's why he has a custom-made mattress: perfect size, perfect cushioning. Wears fancy pajamas/robes or sleeps straight up naked/in underwear, on his stomach and face smushed on the pillows too... but he's too handsome, even his smushed face looks handsome, and kissable, too kissable... Don't kill me, but I think he snores a little bit, but it's more like a low grumble. He's a heavy sleeper, but his senses are too sharp; he will wake up if he perceives any weird noise. Most likely to sleep on top of you and bury his face in your neck. Sleeping on your bed will force you to snuggle closer, but oh well... can you reaaaally complain?

Caleb — My poor baby is a light sleeper :( I think it's rare if he gets to the REM phase, so he's always alert and frustrated because he can't fully rest. When he was younger, even if he had nightmares, he could sleep a bit more soundly. Of course, his sleep quality goes exponentially up when you sleep by his side. Spooning you is enough for him, and he likes it when you cling to his arm or put a hand on his chest. He feels like he can finally relax.

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wc: 1193

content: sfw, fireworks, valko is scared of the fireworks, cuddling sappy stuff, not proofread

you absolutely adored fireworks! the colors, the atmosphere, the food that came along with it… it was one of your favorite times of the year.

so naturally, when you started dating valko, you invited him to a celebration to watch fireworks. he’d told you that his pack didn’t celebrate many holidays, and that he’d never been to something like that.

valko was having a great time at first, eating hot dog after hot dog and burger after burger. he was acclimatizing well!

you saved the two of you a nice spot on the top of a hill, perfectly set up so you can see the fireworks display. you were laying on a blanket covering the grass, head in valko’s lap as he played with your hair.

“you’re gonna love it, valko! there’s always a firework for everyone. me personally, i really like the ones that have like 20 little pops and they go tssss.” you ramble, looking up into valko’s eager eyes.

He was quieter than usual. Ears slightly drooped, tail hanging low instead of its usual happy swish. He tried to play it off with a small smile and a “hey sweetheart,” but you weren’t having it.

“Come here, baby.”

You open your arms and he practically melts into you. The big, strong man who usually carries you everywhere lets you guide him to the couch and pull him down so his head rests in your lap. He’s so tall his legs hang off the end, but he curls up as best he can, face buried against your stomach like he wants to disappear into you.

“Rough day?” you ask softly, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching behind his ears the way he loves.

He nods, a little huff leaving him. “Yeah… things aren’t going very well...”

Your heart aches. Your big wolf boyfriend looks so sad and small like this.

You lean down and pepper kisses all over his face: forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his ears. He lets out a soft, surprised little sound, tail starting to wag weakly against the couch. You keep going, murmuring sweet things between each kiss.

“My good boy… my strong, sweet baby… you did your best and I’m so proud of you.”

You play with his hair, massage his scalp, and when he turns to hide his face in your shirt you just hold him tighter. You order his favorite food, bring him the big blanket he likes, and let him stay curled up in your lap for as long as he wants.

At one point he mumbles, voice muffled, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”

You shush him gently and scratch under his chin until his tail wags properly. “Not today. Today you’re my baby and I’m spoiling you. Deal with it.”

Valko lets out a soft, contented rumble, eyes half closed as he nuzzles closer. His tail wraps around your waist the best it can and he finally relaxes, safe and loved in your arms.

You keep petting him, whispering how much you love him, how he’s your favorite person in the whole world, until that sad look in his eyes melts away completely.

WRONG CHAT

in which you accidentally confess to the LADS men!

Thank you anon for the idea! Hope you enjoyed it!! Of course, we don't really know Valko that well yet, so sorry if this ends up feeling a bit OOC later on lol

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Maybe you’ve been pushing your luck a little too far tonight. Valko had warned you several times that if he came over, he had a few work things he needed to get done. You agreed, because regardless at least he’d be present and you’d get his company. 

But… you didn’t realise how tempting the wolf would look simply typing away on a laptop that seemed remarkably small compared to his long fingers. “I’ve particularly enjoyed my time as chairman the most.” He mutters it half-heartedly, brows furrowing as he reads another line of text and back spaces on it. 

You find yourself swallowing a groan, of course he’d be so absorbed in his work that he’d interpret your question that way. “No, Val. S’not what I meant…” You suck on your bottom lip, debating if you should really push forward with your not so sweet agenda. 

“I meant…” you shift on the couch, pushing to your knees so you can bend down and press your lips to the side of his head. “...what sex position." Everything halts for a moment, and you have to hold your breath in order to not laugh when Valko’s knees slam into the underside of your coffee table.

He had claimed the floor would be a better space to work but now… “Have you lost your mind?” He’s whirling on you, staring up at where you perch yourself on the couch. 

It’s not out of anger, more or less it’s out of pure shock. He had been so locked in, nearly done, and there you go derailing his entire train of thought. “Maybe a little. I was just curious if the doggy liked it… doggy style…?” terrible, terrible joke… 

Valko stares at you, unblinking for a moment, before a rosy hue spreads up his cheeks. “You’re a devil.” Breathless, pupils slowly dilating as he stares at you. Finishing the project be damned, he’s higher up in power anyways. “Why don’t I show you my favorite?” 

me in the same boat and writing for valko….

stood up and gave this a round of applause, ur absolutely right anon bae

Bad dream — Valko

pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up... cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship wc: 1.5k a/n: yes this is my way of coping Valko masterlist (wip!)

Valko was gone.

He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.

You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore. 

So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.

The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.

Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock. 

But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.

even before you officially start going out, valko often goes out of his way to give you an extra-long squeeze whenever you initiate a hug. all you wanted was a nice warm goodbye hug when he walks you back to your apartment. what you’re getting is a face full of his warm chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that it draws an undignified squawk from your chest.

by the time you’re officially dating, you’re his squeaky toy.

you try to rage bait him by booping his nose, or squishing his cheeks, and he’s biting at your fingers in return. he’s careful with his sharp teeth, for now, but as soon as you’re on top of him, licking into his mouth to trace the sharp edge of his incisors with your tongue, he’s feral.

his fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you even closer. with his free hand, he grasps your hip, holding you down on top of him.

before you know it, you’re grinding down on him, not even embarrassed by your increasingly desperate gasps as you grind on his dick. the friction is enough to make you feel stars, and you know you can cum like this.

valko’s watching you closely as you break away from his kisses long enough to take a desperate, shaky breath. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his flush only deepening when he realises how close you are already.

Stalker Valko whose wolf rumbles in delight at the light in your eyes, the little happy wiggle that you do every time you smell the flowers and you, brimming with life atleast for those precious few seconds before your brain starts to register the pain again. If he could fight your chronic pain for you, he would. He watches as the brain fog starts to take over and aches. You then get werewolfieawoo's message for the morning and yeah, you are not alone anymore. You get started with your day.

Stalker Valko, as he seamlessly slips into the skin of Chairman Valko always, always has earphones in, whether he's presiding over a shareholder meeting, crisp suit and bossy stare or nerding out in his lab, the clicking of keys a constant symphony slipping underneath the sound of pen scratching against paper, an occasional cuss word; dishes clinking and other such mundane sounds of your existence, keeping his mate close. Every time your message comes through, he pauses everything and actually answers, be it just quiet encouragement or deep dive into were lore for the new fic you were working on, heat rising through his cheeks as he answers yes doll, a were can safely knot a human with enough prep, no doll, dragons don't have phermones and yes princess no need to waste hours to Google stuff like this, just ask me.

On one of your occasional good days, Stalker Valko watches you dance through the window, a rumble in his throat as you weave through the starlight spilling across the floor, hips swaying as music twines around you and oh, what wouldn't he give to just slip into your arms and hold you as both of you sway together, lazy hands around his shoulders and you, tucked into the crook of his neck, a smile creeping across his lips. Patience he purrs. Patience Valko. But he doesn't think he could wait for long to feel the way your lips shape around his name.

Stalker Valko, for all his bravado was terrified. He'd seen what happened to wolves whose mating bond was rejected, seen some humans terrified and repulsed at the thought of loving a were, he's seen proud wolves wither away, their bodies like dying dessicated things going through the motions of being alive and the thought that you might look at him that way causes agony to tear through his limbs, chest caving in, brain in overdrive, making hundreds of plans, all leading to only one outcome, his existence so intertwined with yours, the mere thought of ripping him out of your life fading into impossibility, vowing he'd be a good boy for you, even thought of ripping out his fangs seeming not so bad if it'd give you a semblance of security, nails digging into his skin and lips shaping around your name, something between agony and ardor in his tone.