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been seeing those "climbing my boyfriend to see if he'll notice" videos and valko would 1000% let you climb him like a jungle gym while not batting an eye. he doesn't even notice you setting up your phone and pressing record because he's so locked into his work. you would start climbing up onto the back on his chair and fully swinging your legs over his shoulders to the front of his chest. and the only thing he thinks to do is to hold your legs and stabilize you and as you continue your ascent to fully sit on his shoulders.
his eyebrows are still furrowed but softer now that you're in his presence. you tug on his hair like ratatouille and he's so surprised by the force that he yelps and actually goes with you. of course, he catches you and steers you back to center. the giggles are off the charts as valko has been accustomed with your silly ways. you comb his hair back and scratch his scalp as he taps away on his keyboard.
you try and ask questions to see if you can rile him up but he is genuinely so happy with answering them.
"whatcha doin?"
i'm just finishing these reports honey bunches of oats, i'll be done in 10 minutes max.
"what does that mean?"
it's just an identifier we use for the different types of metals we have.
"what should we have for dinner?"
mmm, maybe that yummy chicken you made last week. i thought about it this morning.
"who's my pretty boy?" you reach under his chin and give him the lightest scratch. his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, giving you that love sick puppy smile that shows his canines.
he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you.
it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.
until he gets more comfortable.
he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion.
with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away.
it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation.
but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.
“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”
“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”
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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.
“we need to set some ground rules.”
his ears lie flat on his head.
“you get really close to me sometimes.”
his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”
“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”
“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.
unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”
“thank you.”
hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?”
you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”
valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”
warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”
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If you have the habit of picking at your skin, Valko won't have it. He'll give you a couple warnings once he notices the behavior, his ear twitching whenever he hears the slight sound of you tugging at your skin.
Valko stalks over to where you're seated at your desk, taking your hand in his and prying it away from your skin. "Aht. Hey. Stop that, alright? You gotta let it heal."
If he spots it once, he'll be on the lookout, so good luck hiding anything from him. And if he catches the scent of blood, he'll be on your case immediately.
His solution? He steals one of your hands. Good luck picking your skin as a fidget with only one hand to handle your primary task! He doesn't mind intertwining your fingers with his own for hours at a time, and there's no escaping his ironclad grip.
Mindlessly, your hand finds a scab on your neck, and you start to peel it out of habit. You startle as you suddenly hear footsteps approaching your office, and a few seconds later, there he is. He approaches you like a wolf on the prowl, raising an eyebrow when you meet his gaze. "Alright, pup. I gave you enough chances. Now, it's time for consequences."
Your chest feels tight. Is he frustrated with you for not trying hard enough? "I-I wasn't thinking, Val, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I-"
"Hey." He cups your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes and making sure you're listening. "I'm not mad, okay? No apologizing. I didn't mean to spook you." He flashes you a grin, then takes one of your hands in his, waving it in the air. "I'm just taking this hostage for a while."
Eventually, he'll start idly stroking your hand, his big thumb running back and forth across the veins on the back. He'll also hold your hand in both of his, playing with your smaller fingers, or gently trail his fingernails up and down your forearm to make you shiver, holding your wrist in place with his other hand.
And if that still doesn't work, and you have the gall to start doing it again while he's right there? Well, clearly you need to learn your lesson! He wraps his arms around both of yours and cuddles up beside you, keeping you immobilized in his embrace and refusing to let go. If you won't use your hands responsibly, then you don't deserve to use them at all!
(He knows you're more likely to indulge in the habit while stressed, so he decides to extract you from the stressful situation altogether. If there's one thing he's good at, it's bringing up your mood!)
"Valko-"
Your protest is cut off as he wraps his huge arms around you and squeezes you tight, rolling over to trap you on top of his chest. You squirm, trying to free your arms, but it's as if you're trying to move a brick wall. He kisses up your neck, and you giggle, feeling his smile press against your skin.
"You're staying here until I decide you've learned your lesson. You're trapped." He nips your neck playfully, and you try to wriggle free again, just for fun.
"But-"
He turns on his side, nestling you between his chest and the back of the couch, allowing you to turn and face him. You're enveloped in his warmth, and you let yourself relax, no longer caring so much about your trapped arms as you look up at him.
His breath grazes your forehead as he speaks, his voice soft. "No buts. I said I'd help you stop, and a wolf keeps his word." He kisses once, twice, three times to your temple, and a fourth to the tip of your nose. He chuckles when you smile up at him, and guides your head into the crook of his neck.
"And this wolf is feeling preeetty tired. I think it's time for a nap."
No matter how much you kick or whine, he won't budge. With a huff, you go limp, letting yourself give in to his warmth, and your eyes slowly droop closed. You think you hear a quiet rumble of satisfaction from his chest, but when you open an eye to check, it seems he's fast asleep. Must have been your imagination.
He can be a heavy sleeper when he wants to be, so there's no chance of getting him to let you go if he decides to take a nap. I bet he snores just a little bit, too....
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Last night I couldn’t sleep and instead of doom scrolling I ended up sketching Valko while watching his PVs. This is also the last page of my sketchbook.
It’s ridiculous but I feel like I’m genuinely mourning. I haven’t been this upset since Dragon Age Veilguard lol
Anyways, I’m still delulu about Infold posting on July 8th telling us he will come home the next day cause we all love him so much. 🐺🥺❤️
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