Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.
Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.
However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.
He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.
Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.
Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.
So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.
Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."
"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.
"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.
"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.
"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."
"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.
There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.
Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.
That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.
He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.
"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.
"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"
He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.
"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"
You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.
"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.
You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.
The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.
"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.
"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.
You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.
"Of course." You handed him your business card.
"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.
You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"
Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.
"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."
"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."
"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.
"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.
He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.
virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!
wc: 1475
content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread
“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.
you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”
valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”
“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.
valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.
over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.
it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.
“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.
you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”
as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”
“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”
you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.
valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”
“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.
the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.
he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.
you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.
“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.
he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”
you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.
you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.
“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”
valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”
you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”
“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. UNfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.
you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”
his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.
it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.
you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”
valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”
he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”
“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.
“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”
valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.
you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.
your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.
“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.
he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.
valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.
you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.
you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.
you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.
you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.
“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.
you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”
he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.
your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.
valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.
he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.
valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”
you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”
valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”
“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.
valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”
you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”
valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.
a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko
“so, you got any plans this weekend?” your coworker baits you with mischief in his eyes. bound by the shackles of office etiquette, you force yourself to fall for it.
“nothing much, unless sleeping and restarting the same show for the tenth time count.” you hardly look up from your 25 open tabs.
he forces a laugh, and you hold in a sigh. “well, as exciting as that sounds, how ‘bout i raise you something better? i’ve got two tickets to that metal show on saturday, and i was hoping we could—”
heavy footsteps and an eerie hush.
your only warning of what’s to come.
the blonde to your right has seemingly forgotten your existence. right now, he’s focused on much bigger things. “h-hey, chairman ao!” he stutters. “how are you today?”
bristling, you turn around slowly. there’s no way this is happening again.
narrowed amber eyes. a flat, indifferent facade that you see right through.
it’s happening again.
staring right at you, valko taps the wall of your cubicle, checking his watch in feigned urgency. “i need to see you in my office. bring the fiscal reports we were looking at last time.”
muscle memory works your lips into a courteous smile. “yes, sir.”
he nods and retreats to his office—the kind of lair only a chairman could have—as you grab your pre-prepared stack of papers and smooth down your pencil skirt. before you follow your boss, you call over your shoulder to your stricken colleague: “hold that thought, david. Sorry!”
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the biggest room at eoncore tech is no less ostentatious than the first time.
valko sits on his sleek wooden desk, wearing a troubled yet expectant look. as soon as the door closes, you fold your arms in front of him.
“don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles.
“like what?” you ask dryly. as you toss your stack of papers onto his desk, they scatter to reveal the contents: some spare handouts from six months ago, a few sheets that house all your doodles, and literally, some blank sheets of printer paper.
not a report to be found.
you work in the design department, for god’s sake.
“he was all over you, right in front of me! i mean, what kinda guy does that?” valko huffs.
“my team works on the opposite side of this floor, koko. it’s not his fault you have super-hearing.”
he scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “whose fault is it that he kept bothering my girlfriend?”
“a secret relationship doesn’t work if one party has no interest in keeping it a secret.”
he’s exasperated, like the distance is killing him. “why don't you just become my assistant? that way, you could move into this office with me. it’s roomy in here.”
“that’s a great idea!” you gasp. “or, i could become chairwoman, and you could be my assistant.”
his eyes light up, glittering gold. “that works, too. i can ask around and see what it’d take to get you the jo—”
“i was kidding.”
within a millisecond, his tan ears match the shade of his hair. “uh, yeah. i knew that.”
a long sigh escapes you as you shake your head and smile at him. “look, you’re not entirely wrong. it is annoying being hit on while i’m just trying to do my job, and it is nice having you to come rescue me. it’s just a little too obvious sometimes, and that makes me nervous. how about we come up with some kind of signal you can use to pull me away when you need to?”
he doesn’t even blink. “when someone gets too close to you, i pull the fire alarm.”
“no.”
“when someone gets too close to you, i distract them with a question.”
“better. let’s roll with that one for now.” finally, you uncross your arms and clear your throat. “am i excused, sir?”
slowly, he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your exposed neck. “keep calling me that, and you won’t be.”
“i’m taking that as a yes,” you drawl, rolling your eyes as you turn to leave. “and valko?” you rest your hand on the door handle. “if you ever think about remodeling, you should invest in your privacy. with all these glass windows, i can’t kiss you when you’re pouting.”
caleb looked up from the report he’d been reading, his attention shifting to you immediately. “what about him?”
you sighed, kicking your shoes off before collapsing beside him on the couch.
“his name’s daniel.”
he waited.
you already knew that look.
“he transferred into my department a few weeks ago.” you rubbed at your forehead. “at first i thought he was just trying to make friends.”
“and now?” clasping his hands together.
“…now i think he doesn’t understand the word no.”
the room fell quiet.
caleb closed the folder in his lap.
you hesitated.
“he keeps finding excuses to corner me.”
his expression didn’t change.
“today he waited until everyone left the break room before walking in, asked if i’d changed my mind about dinner.”
“…”
“i told him, again, that i have a boyfriend.”
“…”
"daniel laughed."
you swallowed.
“he said…” you looked down at your hands. “‘your boyfriend doesn't have to know.’”
the silence that followed felt heavier than before.
you forced yourself to keep talking. it felt good to get it off your chest.
“he keeps standing too close. he’ll lean over my chair while i’m working. yesterday he put his hand on the back of my chair and wouldn’t move until i asked him twice.”
you let out a nervous laugh, an attempt to try and lift the crushing weight in the room.
“i’m starting to dread going to work.”
caleb was still.
"why didn’t you tell me sooner?” his eyes met yours.
“because i didn’t want you getting involved.” looking away.
he looked at you for a long moment.
“did you report him?”
“not yet.” you bite your lip, it did feel good to finally tell someone but caleb's not reacting the way you thought he would.
“why?”
“because if i make a complaint…” you sighed. “everyone at work is going to know.”
he nodded once.
“okay.” he said sucking in a deep breath.
“…okay?”
that was it. he reached over, brushed your hair behind your ear, and kissed your forehead.
“come here.”
you leaned into him, grateful more than anything.
he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“i’m sorry.”
you closed your eyes.
“it’s fine.”
his hand rubbed slow circles against your back.
“…it will be.”
the next morning… daniel wasn’t at work. you frowned when you walked past his desk, empty. his monitor had already been unplugged. his nameplate was gone.
“where’s daniel?” you asked.
miles glanced up from his computer.
“didn’t you hear?” he looked around.
“hear what?” you said setting your stuff down.
“he resigned.”
“…what?”
“late last night.”
you blinked, in shock.
“…seriously?”
“yeah.”
“that was… fast.” trying to digest the news, curious as to what happened. miles shrugged.
“management was in his office for like an hour yesterday.”
“…why?”
“don't know.”
you looked at the empty desk for another second before shaking it off. strange. really strange.
you didn’t think about it again until dinner.
caleb was standing at the stove, sleeves rolled to his forearms, quietly stirring something in a pan while you wandered into the kitchen.
“guess what.” you say, tapping him on the back.
he smiled.
“what?”
“daniel quit.”
his hand paused for the smallest fraction of a second. then continued stirring.
“did he?”
“…that’s all you have to say?”
he looked over his shoulder.
“were you hoping i’d sound surprised?”
you frowned.
“…caleb.”
he turned the burner down before facing you completely.
“you’re smiling.”
“…because i’m relieved.” trying to find a clue on his face.
“good.”
going over to the sink to wash your hands before setting the table. trying not to be like that but you were definitely expecting more of a response.
you studied him for a moment as you were drying your hands.
“…did you know?”
he didn’t answer immediately.
instead he walked over until he was standing in front of you.
close enough that your knees almost brushed his.
“you remember what you told me?”
“…about what?”
“that he cornered you.”
“yes.”
“that he ignored you when you said you had a boyfriend.”
your heartbeat slowed.
“…yeah.”
he nodded.
“i listened.”
“…caleb.”
“you thought i wasn’t going to do anything?”
“i thought you’d tell me to go to hr.” trying to make a little bit of space so you could see him better.
“that would’ve taken time.” instead of letting you move, he pushed you even closer to the counter.
your stomach tightened.
“…what did you do?”
he smiled. it felt like the whole world stopped.
“nothing you need to worry your cute little head about.”
“caleb.” a broken whisper escaped your mouth.
"let's just say daniel won't be bothering you anymore." stroking the top of your head.
gently smoothing your hair away from your face. his fingertips lingered against your cheek. warm and comforting. completely at odds with the conversation.
“did you get him fired?”
he tilted his head.
“no.”
“transferred?”
“nope.”
“then what happened?”
he didn’t answer immediately.
instead he looked at you with an expression that almost resembled confusion.
like he didn’t understand why it mattered.
“he made a decision.”
looking at him waiting for him to continue.
“he understood.”
“understood what?”
he takes a deep breath, quickly looking back at the stove.
“that continuing to bother you…”
he leaned down, his lips barely grazing the side of your neck as he spoke.
“…would be the last thing he ever does.”
your breath caught. you werent angry. just very certain now how far caleb is willing to go.
he pressed one lingering kiss against your neck before pulling back enough to look at you again.
“i don’t like seeing you afraid.”
his thumb traced a slow circle against your waist.
“you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”
you searched his face for some indication that he regretted what he’d done. there wasn’t one. only relief. like solving the problem had been the obvious thing to do.
“…you scare me sometimes.”
the words left your mouth before you could stop them.
he smiled, caleb wasnt offended.
“only sometimes?”
despite everything a tiny laugh escaped you.he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours.
“okay.” he breathed out.
“okay?”
“means the rest of the time…” another gentle kiss against your temple.
“you still feel safe.”
that was the part that stayed with you the longest.
not the empty desk, not daniel’s resignation. or even the unanswered questions. it was the way caleb had held you afterward.
like removing daniel from your life hadn’t been something extraordinary. just another way of taking care of you.
note: another little draft for you guys, new content coming this week ;33
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ pairing: sylus x sentimental!reader | tags + warnings: no y/n, light angst, fluff, you cry cause you love him, fem!reader, mentions of death, anniversary date, drabble | wc: 986
sylus didn't mean to make you cry.
he really didn't.
but he should've known better. should've known that his sweet, sentimental girlfriend would be extra sensitive the night of your anniversary. and that his passing thought, which was terribly bittersweet, should not have been shared aloud.
the two of you are perched near the edge of a cliff. you are sitting on a blanket sylus had luke and kieran prepare, huddled into his side like you're trying to extract his warmth.
the sun sets gently over the horizon, and when you look over, sylus' face is painted in the softest golden glow.
a gentle breeze passes by. sylus, with his arm around your figure, pulls you closer.
you hide a smile and snuggle deeper into his side.
"this is perfect."
the words slip from you before you give them a second thought. because despite waking up to a pile of gifts and a freshly made breakfast, despite sylus planning an entire day revisiting places important to the two of you, and despite the loving adoration that lingers in his gaze every time he regards you today, you think you would trade it all away if you could bottle this very moment and keep it forever.
sylus traces his hand up and down your arm. you feel the rise and fall of his chest as your head presses against it.
you look up at him. his eyes are pointed toward the sunset, and you observe the softness on his face, one that only exists when met with your presence.
sylus is beautiful. you wonder if he regards this moment as highly as you do. if he is also trying to immortalize what has not passed.
sensing your curiosity, his red eyes glance down.
and god, he would never admit it, but the way you're looking up at him nearly makes him sink into the ground. he is, perhaps, one of the most dangerous men in the world. but even sylus is rendered helpless when at your mercy.
some combination of your bright eyes and the flush of this proximity overtakes him. the fact that the two of you have spent so many hours celebrating each other. the hope of having an entire lifetime to bask in.
"what are you thinking about?" you ask him. because you are curious, what with the way his eyes search yours as if looking for something. a promise maybe. a forever.
"how many sunsets do you think we have left together?"
the calm haze that was overtaking you suddenly dissipates. he continues, "every sunset we see is one closer to our last."
sylus says this like fact. like he is merely commenting on the angle of the sun or the clouds in the sky, "so, how many do you think?"
you blink. he keeps looking down at you, and you can tell he's genuinely asking. the redness of his eyes stare straight into your soul.
it isn't that you've never considered this. but to hear sylus say it? to verbalize that one day, in the distant or not-so-distant future, that what the two of you have might be severed by- well, by death?
you can't even imagine it. you don't want to, but brief scenes flash through your head regardless.
you, reaching across the bed only to find it cold and empty.
you, tending to your own injuries without a hand to hold or a voice of worry.
you, clutching at his clothing trying to preserve remnants of his scent, one that fades even when he is gone for a few days.
and then you imagine it the other way.
sylus, returning home to silence.
sylus, becoming careless in battle, without a face to fight for.
sylus, falling victim to every destructive tendency he tries his best to stop.
these brief figments of imagination are all it takes for the tears to start rolling down your cheeks.
sylus' expression quickly contorts to worry as he brings his hands up to wipe them away.
"why are you crying, kitten?"
his brows furrow as if he actually doesn't understand the magnitude of the question he just asked.
"i don't want you to die," you say. and then you bury your face fully in his chest, undoubtedly leaving a newly formed tear-stain.
at this, he only lets out an amused scoff. you can feel the air leave his chest, "i'm not going to die, sweetie."
your words are muffled as you speak into his chest. you can't look at him now because you'll only cry more, "but you just said this might be our last sunset together."
"you're twisting my words. i was being..." he pauses to think about his choice of word, "reflective."
"you were being sad."
of course sylus doesn't want his sweet girl crying, but the pout in your voice is almost too cute for him to bear. he brings his hand up to rub your back and comfort you.
"i would never die on you," he says, voice soft with sincerity. he shifts back so he can cup your face in his hands. then he forces you to look into his eyes. and in his own, morbid way, "i'll make sure you die first, so you don't have to live a moment without me."
this almost makes you laugh.
you sniffle, "but what about you when i die? i don't want you to be sad."
the corner of his lip quirks upward. he presses his forehead against yours. your breaths intertwine themselves, and he holds you like he is taking in every sensation of the moment. memorizing the way you exist by his side.
"i'll be happy i was there for you until the very end."
sylus is devoted to you with all his being, and his words bring a comfort you didn't know you needed.
but despite it being his best effort to soothe you, they also bring more tears.
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: tell me why i almost cried writing this. shoutout to my sylus plushie that was sitting on my desk while i wrote this.
18+ mdni | finding caleb’s old journal wasn’t anything exciting, but seeing that he wanted you in ways you never thought of definitely was.
TW. grief, invasion of privacy fr, titty sucking!!!, p in v, raw, USE OF GEGE
after josephine passed, you took it upon yourself to sort through her belongings, carefully organizing everything into keep, donate, and trash piles. the work seemed doable, easy even—the distance naturally strained your relationship after you moved out, so you felt apathetic more than anything when you heard the news.
once you started though, it was obvious you’d been mistaken. every item brought back a flood of memories, pulling you further into the past. it felt as though a piece of you had gone missing with her, thoughts drifting back to the woman who raised you.
you weren’t only mourning her death, you were mourning the life that existed while she was still here—the familiar routines, the warmth of home, the childhood you shared with caleb. all those years spent growing up side by side, finding your way through the world together no matter which paths you eventually chose for yourselves.
pivotal moments of your life flashed through your mind, both caleb and josephine present for every one of them. before you even realized it, tears began to streak down your face. you swiped at your cheeks, trying to brush away the wetness to no avail. each drop was followed by several more, staining your top as you shrunk into yourself. you scrambled for your phone, immediately thinking to call caleb as your sniffles turned into sobs. your chest heaved with each ring, waiting for the familiar click that meant he’d answered the phone.
“hey pips”
his voice soothed you, calming you enough to stutter out ramblings of how you thought you didn’t care that she was gone, that this would be easy. he listened as you spoke tenderly about your late caregiver, forgiving her for wrongdoings you couldn’t look past when she was still here. once your voice began to trail off, he finally responded.
“my girl’s all grown up now”, he chuckled, proud of how mature you sounded even as you cried between each word. “i know how conflicting it is. wasn’t even sure if i wanted to come back when i remembered everything, but im not gonna leave you to do this alone”. you nodded your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. the two of you exchanged a few more words before saying h e would be there in a couple of hours, asking you to wait until he arrived before continuing. “let the grief settle, we’ll do this together.”
you sat with the silence for a few minutes, simply taking it all in. deciding fresh air would help you reset, you moved to open a window. cool air rushed in, brushing against your face and easing the tightness in your chest. when you turned back to the room, the mess was exactly where you’d left it. boxes, papers, and memories piled around you. with a quiet sigh, you returned to work, knowing it needed to be done.
most of the afternoon passed in silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper and creak of old floorboards. boxes that hadn’t been touched in years were stacked around you, their contents carrying the scent of dust and time. you had just started working through a box labelled ‘caleb’s stuff’ when a particularly harsh gust of wind scattered old photographs and school papers across the room, revealing a worn notebook buried beneath them. years in storage had torn at its edges, wrinkling the cover and creasing the pages inside. its condition nearly led you to throw it out until your fingers stilled when you recognized the familiar cursive of caleb’s name sprawled across the side. you quickly flipped through the pages, dust blowing into your face as you realized it was his journal.
you knew you shouldn’t read it. the thought alone should’ve been enough to make you close it and put it where you’d found it. instead, you stared down at the worn cover resting in your lap.
before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were already turning to the first page.
property of caleb xia
his contact info was written below it, DAA email hinting at how long ago it was.
the first few pages were exactly what you’d expected—complaints about school, notes about training, little observations about his day. some of them even made you laugh, hearing his voice so clearly despite the years that had passed.
you almost snapped a picture to tease him with when an entry mentioning you caught your eye.
today she stole half my fries and acted like i was the one robbing her. i put up a fight just to see her get annoyed.
a smile tugged at your lips.
she fell asleep on the couch again. gran told me to wake her up, but i think she’s more comfortable here bc of the storm.
your fingers paused against the page.
i don’t think she realizes how pretty she looks when she’s talking about something she likes.
her eyes get all big and she can barely make it through one story before going on a tangent about something else. i wanted to kiss her so bad that i had to kick her out using ‘homework’ as an excuse.
you reread the entry once, twice, three times, looking for hints it was about someone else. the further you read though, the harder it became to convince yourself you were misunderstanding, because the entries didn’t stop—every page only made it clearer.
gideon stayed for dinner and i saw her bite her lip when he talked about how much she’d grown. pissed me off. i say it allll the fucking time but she never blushes with me.
then, an entry from two days later.
came home from the gym and was telling her about my pr when she came out of the shower wearing MY shirt. wasn’t even a clean one too, probably picked up the first one she saw. christ, sometimes i feel like she WANTS me to just bend her over and—
your attention was ripped from the journal as your phone rang. caleb’s name flashed on the screen for a minute before you picked it up with shaking fingers.
“h-hello?” your voice trembled, somehow convinced he could hear the guilt and immediately clock what you’d been doing.
“hey pips. gonna be a bit late, weather started to get bad so my ride got delayed”
your eyes drifted back to the journal as you listened, humming every so often to pretend you were paying attention.
“you have the key right?” you asked, listening for confirmation. “i’m probably gonna clean a bit more then shower, just let yourself in whenever”.
the two of you exchanged pleasantries before he finally let you go, your device vibrating with a follow up message from him saying he “can’t wait to see you”. you meant to respond, but the journal weighed heavy in your lap. you threw your phone to the side and laid back with the journal in your hands, trying to immerse yourself into past caleb’s mindset.
finally spring break. was so tired the first day back but she begged me to take her to the beach. i genuinely almost came on the spot when i saw the purple bikini she chose.
you felt heat bloom between your legs at the first truly explicit comment, heart racing as you skipped to the next passage.
last day off so we had a movie night. i turned on sinister bc of the jumpscares and every single one had her pushing up against me. haven’t even been hiding how hard i am lately so i wonder if she does it on purpose? like does she get wet teasing me like that??? bet it tastes so good from the source, idk what i’m gonna do when i won’t even have her panties w me back at the academy.
sometimes i feel like she wants me to make the first move but i dont wanna lose her if im wrong.
i wish i didnt have to go back.
i wish she could come with me.
i wish we were more than we are right now.
the last few sentences made your heart ache, the yearning and pure adoration he felt evident with every word. you knew you should’ve stopped reading ages ago, but still you found yourself turning the page, barely registering the sound of the front door unlocking.
“pips?”
your head snapped up as his voice carried through the house, footsteps climbing the staircase.
“are you still up here baby?” he called, “thought you would’ve gone to bed?”
panic shot through you as your eyes darted around the attic, searching for anywhere to hide the journal. the worn notebook nearly slipped from your hands as you scrambled to think.
his footsteps got louder while you briefly considered shoving it down your pants. before you could commit to the idea though, caleb appeared at the top of the ladder, still dressed in his colonel uniform.
“hi sweet girl” he murmured, a fond smile forming on his face. he walked towards where you’d gotten comfortable, crouching down to ruffle your hair. “how come you’re still awake?”
your mouth opened, then closed again, hands tightly gripping the journal.
“um, was tryna clean so we had more time to just hang out” you managed, hoping he believed the lame response.
his expression softened instantly, a gloved hand coming to cup your cheek.
“you sap”, he laughed, standing to his full height and reaching out a hand. “let’s get ready for bed, we’ll do this tomorrow, yeah?”
you nodded, slipping your hand into his. the second his attention drifted, you tossed the journal into the darkest corner of the attic, a dull thump echoing across the room.
thankfully, old houses were always making noises, so if caleb noticed, he didn’t say anything. he simply squeezed your hand and guided you towards the ladder.
you followed close behind, doing your best to not think about the notebook hidden upstairs or the words still echoing in your head.
just moments later, the attic hatch closed above you, leaving the journal in darkness.
you couldn’t sleep that night. all you could think of every time you shut your eyes was the unbridled longing between the covers of that godforsaken notebook. every little action you previously chalked up to being ‘the perfect gege’ now carried new meaning.
the stupid nicknames, hugs that went on a little too long, the way he always gave you the last bite of his food, saying he “wasn’t hungry anymore”.
you groaned into your pillow, stomach twisting as you chided yourself for being so fucking stupid.
—
the smell of pancakes woke you in the morning, a familiar mix of vanilla and caleb’s ‘special ingredient’ (it was just cinnamon, he really wasn’t as clever as he thought) luring you out of bed. you padded downstairs in an old hoodie of his, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he came into your view. you wrapped your arms around his broad figure hunched over the stove while taking him in. he was wearing his old running outfit, the colonel version of him hidden as he began looking like your caleb once again.
the muscles of his back tensed before he turned towards you, chuckling at the pout you wore while looking up at him.
“look who’s finally up.” he spoke, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off him.
“sorry i’m not a tryhard who gets up early”
you tried to bully him but somehow made him sound good. mumbling a ‘whatever’, you walked to the table and sat back, waiting for him to serve you.
a couple more minutes passed before he finally set a plate of golden pancakes in front of you, an iced chai following before you even had to ask.
“still not a coffee person, right?”
you nodded and tried to ignore the way your heart raced at his kind gesture, quickly grabbing the mug and covering the flush that bloomed on your cheeks.
breakfast continued in silence, the only sound heard being your collective chewing. you took the time to appreciate his masculine features, now seeing him as more than just the boy you grew up with. even the furrow of his eyebrow felt new, awakening longing in the deepest parts of your body you’d never felt before.
your heart squeezed as you began to spiral. did he still feel the same? why did you have to ruin everything by reading something so personal, god you were going to hell for this and it was deserv—
“you okay?”
you blinked several times before fumbling with your utensils, trying to look normal and failing desperately.
“w-what?” you mumbled, shoving multiple pieces of pancakes into your mouth before looking back into the violet eyes that were haunting you.
“you’ve been staring at me for like a minute, i got something on my face?” he asked, making a cocky display of hollowing his cheeks and stroking his jawline with the tip of his finger.
not responding for a beat too long and earning a questioning look from caleb, you spat out “s-sorry no jus’ zoned out”
“on my face?” he teased, flicking your forehead before focusing on his food once more. you knew it was a rhetorical question, one that didn’t need or warrant an answer—but for some reason you still found yourself responding. “yeah”
it was his turn to hide a blush now, biting his lip to suppress a happy smile. “weirdo”
the rest of breakfast passed in a blur, the air going stale with awkwardness. deciding to split up tasks to make everything go quicker, caleb offered to finish up the attic while you cleaned the kitchen. you tried resisting, saying you already started it, but it was no use—he didn’t want you to cry like yesterday again. asshole.
you listened to his footsteps climb the stairs, floorboards creaking as he began to work on the items. in less than an hour caleb had neatly organized nearly every box, now left with trashing the final items. he picked up some scattered papers here and there before pausing over a very familiar book, free of dust and dogeared to a page he remembered writing out.
bet it tastes so good from the sou-
the journal fell from shaky hands, a loud curse leaving his lips as it landed on his toes. he pinched the bridge of his nose, your strange act at breakfast now making perfect sense. still—caleb hoped, he prayed that by some miracle of god you didn’t read it. maybe if he ignored it like he ignored his feelings for you all these years, everything would be normal.
not giving it another thought, caleb quickly threw out the journal. “i’m sorry” he mumbled, unsure if he was speaking to you or his past self.
just as he contemplated fishing through the trash for it, too sentimental to dismiss his younger version’s struggles this easily, you bounced up the stairs carrying a water bottle.
“you okay?” you questioned, handing him a bottle of water. he nodded hesitantly before reaching for it, taking a sip and feeling a droplet run down his throat. your eyes never left him, trailing after the stray water with deep focus.
“looks good” you spoke dreamily, still staring at the collar of his shirt where the drop disappeared. “i-i mean the attic, um…you did it fast” you clarified, stumbling over your words before grabbing a broom and moving to sweep the dust.
caleb chuckled uncomfortably as he began stacking the boxes to keep, always having an eye on the bag of trash carrying his deepest secrets. somehow though, you kept finding ways to be close to him. intentionally or not—you were constantly going up to him, offering to help carry stuff you knew he didn’t need any help with.
at one point you tried to brush away some cobwebs you swore were on his head, pulling away after seeing the skeptical look he gave you.
“sorry” you mumbled, not able to look in his eyes.
“for what?”
you shrugged dejectedly, still not facing him. “nothing i guess”
before he could question you any more, you ran off to the washroom, leaving caleb with his thoughts.
—
by the time evening rolled around the attic was empty, and the two of you had washed away the dust with memories buried between it off your body. you collapsed on the couch next to each other, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he reached for the remote.
“horror?” he asked, speaking into the crown of your head.
you hummed in agreement, nuzzling further into his side. you inhaled deeply, noticing the way he tensed before pressing you closer. caleb turned on sinister without hesitation, throwing the remote aside and covering the two of you with a blanket.
twenty minutes into the movie and you were entangled with his body, legs resting atop his and arms gripping his waist tightly. at first you used the excuse of being “scared”, but you’d seen this movie fifty times. the jumpscares had no effect on you. still, you flinched in his touch with every loud noise, too aware of his hand resting dangerously close to your hip. you readjusted yourself until you were basically being cradled, finally causing him to pause the movie while clearing his throat.
“pips?”
you tucked your face against his chest before humming in response.
“did you read my old journal?”
you froze in his hold, unsure of how to respond. if you said yes, he’d know you saw all the…stuff. but if you said no, you’d have to explain why you were finally acting on thoughts you used to hate yourself for having.
“maybe?”
he sighed, holding you closer and resting his head upon yours. “i figured. i’m really, really sorry.”
his apology finally had you looking up “you’re sorry?”
he bit his lip and shrugged, still embarassed. “i didn’t mean it okay, i was a stupid 17 year old.”
you lifted an eyebrow.
“okay fine 18.” he paused, hoping you’d be satisfied. “fine 19. the point is—“
you giggled, tension finally slipping from your shoulders.
“i know it was bad, but i don’t want you to feel like you owe me anyth-“
“i love you”
you both spoke at the same time, interrupting each other.
silence followed as you waited for him to respond, regretting your words with every second that passed. finally, caleb lifted one hand to point at himself with his mouth agape. “m-me?”
it was the first time you’d seen him genuinely bewildered. you nodded as tears began to build, expecting a rejection to come.
“oh my god i take it back, i meant all of it and more. pips, i love you so—hey why are you crying?!”
you laughed at the alarm in his voice, letting him swipe away your tears. “i-i felt so much shame…always felt so sick and being here jus’ made it all come back.”
he nodded as you spoke, eyes flicking from yours to your trembling lips. “i’m sorry…god we wasted so much time”
you laughed again, wrapping your arms around his neck before resting your forehead on his. you sat like that, breathing each others air before he broke the silence.
“can i kiss you” caleb asked, lips already brushing yours with each word. you nodded eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.
he closed the distance between your mouths, gently pressing his lips on yours and feeling every version of him cheer as he finally got the girl of his dreams.
you moved back, looking into his eyes once more.
“again?”
you giggled at the question, closing the distance yourself this time and feeling his groan rumble through you. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, exploring with purpose once you gave him access. he licked against every part of your mouth, entwining his strong muscle with yours. a string of spit connected you when you pulled away from each other, lips puffy and red.
you grinded against him without meaning to, whining at the feeling of his hard length against your clothed heat.
“fuck” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch as you repeated the motion, letting your lips trail down his neck. “s-so fuckin good”
you focused on the spot that had him bucking against you, alternating between biting the sensitive skin and soothing it with your tongue.
“ngh…gege” you moaned into his skin, the endearing term making him pull you back with a hand in your hair.
“fuck, can i please take this off?” he asked, fingers playing with the hem of your top.
you nodded quickly, helping him rip it off you and throwing it to the side. you thanked your past self for skipping a bra after your shower, the warm hands cupping your breasts leaving you dripping.
“so fucking cute, used to think of these pretty tits all day” he confessed, pelvis continuing to meet your bounces above him. you moaned at his words, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability as you sped up. “r-really?”
“mhm. i couldn’t write down half the stuff i wanted to do, always felt too bad.” you whined at the words, nails gripping his shoulders tightly. “would imagine sucking on your pretty tits, playing with your pussy and watching you cum”
you nodded rapidly, gasping when he pinched your nipples. finally, caleb ran his tongue down towards your breasts, sucking on one of the perky buds while cruelly tweaking the other. the dual stimulation was too much for you, finally reaching your peak above him, body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.
he let you ride out your high before bringing his head up once more, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
“do you want more?”
his hands slowly ran up and down your skin, soothing your nerves and letting you decide. you nodded while still catching your breath, watching in awe as he ripped his clothes off. “thank god, you don’t even know what you do to me.”
you stared at his chiseled figure, lifting your hips so he could take off your pants. your eyes trailed down his body before finally landing on the giant hard cock between his legs, his hand pumping it gently and rubbing the bead of slick at the tip around the rest of his length.
you gulped while watching him, back arching when he ran his tip between your pussy lips. “f-fuck, gege please”
he moaned at that, a whine of your name leaving his lips as the last of his restraint finally broke.
he slowly pushed his tip into you, the shear stretch of just the first inch making your eyes water. you gripped the couch below you, knuckles whitening with the force you used.
“doin’ so good, know you can take it” caleb spoke from above you, eyes locked on where you met, one hand rubbing your clit to ease the pressure.
“f-faster, get it over with”
he shook his head, unsure of whether he was denying it for your wellbeing or his. tired of how long he was taking, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to you, a scream ripping from your throat as he was buried to the hilt. his eyes shot open as his body curled over you, trying to think of anything to avoid shooting his load prematurely.
the two of you moaned, surprised at how full you were. “s-so big” you cried, tears rolling down your face as he slowly pulled out to push back in.
“maybe if you weren’t a fuckin brat…” he began, cut off as he became entranced by the way your cunt constantly sucked him back in.
without a warning caleb increased his pace, shushing you and apologizing for being rough but not slowing down.
“sorry, fuck baby, i’m so sorry jus’ feel so good, been waiting for you forever”
you pulled him for a kiss to quiet his ramblings, trying not to scream as he began fucking into you ferociously. the old couch you were situated began to squeak as it moved against the floor, creaking with every inch it moved.
“c-close” you whined, already nearing your peak once more as his thumb rapidly rubbed against your clit.
“please baby, cum for me i need it, please fuck—“
his pleas were cut off with a gush of fluid from your heat, immediately triggering his own orgasm and leading to his body falling on top of yours. the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, laying with each other as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.
you giggled at the immediate change in his demeanour, running a hand through his hair. just as he opened his mouth to speak, the movie suddenly resumed and caused both of you to let out a loud scream at the sudden jumpscare. caleb scrambled for the remote and shut the tv off, leaning back over you and giggling at the way your hearts raced in tandem.
synopsis: after getting pricked by a porcupine, valko is sentenced to the cone of shame for 7 days. the vet has one additional instruction: avoid skin-to-skin contact with you.
slowly, he descends into depravity.
tags: fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship, porn with plot, sexual tension, porcupine, valko goes to the vet, poorly researched veterinary procedure, valko implied to have previously been sprayed by a skunk, this dog eats chocolate, plot gets progressively hornier, clingy valko, switch valko, begging, facesitting, cunnilingus, face riding, cum eating, doggy position, spit kink, scent kink, licking, light predator prey, light wrestling, floor sex, male masturbation, voyeurism, biting, manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex, knotting, at least i tried knotting im not too involved with that so i dont know for certain, shirt sniffing, pillow sniffing, these are out of order, poorly proofread
pairing: valko x fem reader
word count: 5.4k
a/n: may you forever frolic in that big forest in the sky 🕊️
“Koko! Where are you? We’re going to be late!”
Your gut swirls with worry as you check your phone again. It’s been over an hour—is he still not back from his run?
Any longer, and your reserved seats for the newest horror movie would be stolen for sure. Not that you think he’d mind, though—he usually curled up into you before the second act even started.
Peering around the backyard, you scan the dense, verdant woods in all directions. He’d never dedicated himself to any particular trail, which meant that he could return from anywhere.
It also meant that he could be anywhere right now.
Fighting a losing battle with unease, you slide your phone into your back pocket and take a few timid steps toward the forest. No matter where he was, he’d come running if you got into trouble. You knew that for certain. How many times had he jumped defensively in front of you only for a bunny or a bird to be the perceived threat? Still, the unpredictability of nature gives you pause.
Just as you inch forward a few more steps, there’s a rustle at the treeline.
You can hear that Valko's hurt before you can see it. Those breathy, frustrated whines—you’d recognize them anywhere. But where is he? How is he injured?
A wall of green stares back at you, refusing to answer.
You’re jogging toward the trees now, throwing caution to the wind as you follow the sounds of his pain. Just before you cross into the forest, you finally spot your boyfriend’s massive figure, his wine red hair being the giveaway. He’s facing a pine tree, tail stiff and laid low, touching his head and wincing repeatedly.
As he registers your scent and whips around to face you, you understand why: at least 15 black-tipped, spindly death daggers sprout from his cheeks and nose.
“Valko?” You cover your mouth in shock, and he stumbles closer, falling forward against you.
“Hurts,” he grunts.
Like always, you struggle to support his large body. Even more so now that one wrong move could further impale him. “What happened?”
“Porcupines are supposed to be nocturnal,” he says, voice grim and shaky. “This one wasn’t.”
If you had an extra hand, you’d drag it down your forehead right now.
Skunks, raccoons, exceptionally angry squirrels—those had all happened before. A porcupine, though? That was new. Almost impressive.
“You just get into all sorts of trouble, don’t you.” Taking a step back, you brace your hands on his chest to examine him. “Let me have a look at you.”
The quills look like toothpicks dipped in black ink. And while a few of them seem to have barely penetrated his skin, the majority mark the porcupine’s decisive victory.
“Can you take them out?” he asks, staring down at you pleadingly. “If we hurry, we can still make the movie on time. I know I’m super late. I’m sorry.”
Twenty of nature’s finest knives in his face, and he’s worried about the movies?
“You obviously had a reason,” you murmur, cupping his less-affected left cheek in your hand. “I don’t know if I should, Koko. The tomato bath was one thing, but this… If I do it wrong, I’ll just make it worse.”
His response is simple: “I trust you.”
Cute. But not what you need right now.
Blowing out a breath, you stand up on your tiptoes and reach for one of the looser quills. Your fingers barely brush the tip of it when renewed anxiety shoots through you. “No, no. I can’t! I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t if you tried.” He snorts, then winces at the pain.
“Tell that to the porcupine.” You narrow your eyes. “I think it missed the memo.”
His ears swivel in acknowledgment. He’s 0–2 in battles today.
“All right, change of plans,” you announce, clapping your hands and turning on your heel. “We can go to the movies another day. Right now, we need to go to the vet.”
“It’s not that serious,” he protests. “I’d do it myself if I just had a mirror. Let’s go back to the house, and—”
“I’ll get the car ready.” Your word is final.
His ears droop atop his head.
Ultimately, you had to ease him into the passenger’s seat so he didn’t accidentally nudge any of the quills. You debated just shoving him into the trunk so he’d have extra room, but figured extraction would be a difficult task in the clinic’s often-packed parking lot.
In the waiting room, you try to shield him as best you can from quizzical looks and a particularly curious cat, but he’s without a doubt the largest patient in the room. Likewise, once he’s called to the back, his sheer size makes the exam room furniture look like dollhouse accessories. The central table is nearly the length of his tail alone, and it creaks under his every movement. But you stand dutifully at his side, making sure he’s as comfortable as can be, given the circumstances.
The vet’s entrance is prompt as always—part of the reason why Valko prefers this clinic. The other is the giant fish tank in the waiting room that he gets to busy himself with. Today, he was in too much pain, but he typically holds intense staring contests with its oblivious inhabitants, bragging to you whenever he “wins.”
“Well, I typically ask, ‘What seems to be the problem?’,” Dr. Song jokes as she shakes both of your hands. “But today, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Sighing, Valko scratches at his jeans. “I went out for a run, and I heard something grunting in a bush nearby. I thought it might’ve been a lost pup, so I went to check it out. Anyone would, right?” He looks to you for support.
Smiling softly, you rub a hand down his back. “Right.” Not in most circumstances, no!
Nodding gratefully, he continues. “As soon as I crouched down and saw it, it whipped its tail at me. Next thing I knew, it had stabbed me a million times.”
“Well.” Dr. Song sighs and pulls out a pair of tweezers. “You’re not the worst case I’ve seen. Sometimes, it’s the whole face—and neck.” She waves her hand forward, and Valko scoots toward her on the table. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”
You take a step back to give her some space, but she quickly shakes her head. “Oh no, you stay standing next to him. I might need you to hold him down.”
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Right when you wonder if Valko’s death grip will shatter every bone in your hand, Dr. Song holds up the final quill in triumph. “That’s nineteen quills total. Looks like Mr. Porcupine let you off easy.”
Valko kicks the air in desolation. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
“It will when you wake up tomorrow and you don’t have to wonder, ‘How did it even get my nostrils?’,” she retorts, heading to the door. “Now, let me just get your treatment, and you’ll be free to go.”
The second she steps into the hall, Valko turns to you and whimpers. “It hurts.”
Frowning in sympathy, you run your free hand through his hair. “How bad?”
“Really.”
You start to shush him and scratch the backs of his ears how he likes, but approaching footsteps force him to regain his composure. Still, when Dr. Song re-enters the room, he holds your hand a little tighter.
“All right,” she begins. “I’m going to disinfect and put ointment on the wounds, and…” She pulls out a familiar, conical object from behind her back.
Valko freezes as soon as he sees it. Your own mouth parts in shock.
Is that…?
No way.
“...to keep them from getting infected, either through scratching or contamination, I recommend you wear this recovery cone for a week. Just to be safe.”
When she waves the transparent cone through the air, Valko sputters in consternation. “You want to put me in jail?”
“Of course not. You’ve done nothing wrong. But to prevent further irritation, it’s best that for the next seven days, you only remove this from your neck when absolutely necessary. Also, you should avoid certain skin-to-skin activities that may aggravate the entry spots.”
You understand her implication, but Valko’s tail thrashes in unease. “What…what kind of activities?”
The doctor smiles down at him. “The usual. Scenting, kissing, anything further than that. Now! Raise your head for me so I can clean the punctures.”
Before he does, Valko gives you a look that needs no decoding: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Day 1
Your keys clatter on the kitchen counter as Valko trails inside behind you.
Knowing he’ll be glum about his current confinement, you try to get ahead of it, hoping you can offset the bad with so much good, he’ll forget about being in plastic prison.
“So, is there anything you want to do this evening? Watch a drama, make double chocolate chip cookies, play a video game? I could order in from your favorite steakhouse if you want. Or we could go for a walk?”
Despite your efforts, his lips stay curved downward. His ears barely twitch at the mention of his favorite things.
“Okay, what about—”
“I look dumb,” he mumbles suddenly, blinking at you through the cone. It surrounds his head like petals to a flower, stopping just above his nose. He looks like an upright bullhorn, or perhaps a frilled lizard, but you can’t tell him that.
“You look safe,” you say instead. “That’s what matters, yeah?”
“Not when I look dumb, too.” With a huff, he reaches behind his head, eager to free himself of Conecatraz. But before he can undo the clasp, you’re crossing your arms and tapping your foot, giving him a withering glare.
“You know you aren’t supposed to touch that. Put your hands down.”
“Make me.”
Oh, really? That’s how it is?
Scoffing, you cock your head at him, and the first signs of regret appear on his face. “‘Make’ you, huh? Should I call the vet and tell her what you’re up to? I’m sure she has advice for patients who break the rules. Like, maybe if you mess with your cone too much and stunt your healing progress, you’ll just have to wear it even longer to make up for it?” You start to turn, ready to stalk toward the house phone.
“No, wait!” Lurching forward, he tries to bend down to snuggle you in apology—a favorite habit of his. But you sidestep him quickly, clicking your tongue in admonishment.
As he loses his balance, he gives you a look of ultimate betrayal.
“Don’t pout at me. I'm doing this for you, okay? You heard the doctor. Where your face is concerned, skin-to-skin contact is off limits for now.”
As if he didn't hear you, he ducks toward you again, desperate to marry his cone to your shoulder. This time, you give his arm a healthy pinch, and he yelps in shock.
“No, Koko. It's for your own good.”
Frustration grows on his face, beginning to claw at your heart, too. He’s never had to limit contact with you like this. Even when you first met, he was stuck to you like a magnet.
Sighing, you try to bring him some comfort. “Here. Get on your knees.”
He follows the order without further prompting, sinking to his knees on the kitchen floor. Even like this, he’s still half your height.
“Come here.” Reaching through the cone’s opening, you pet the top of his head, running your fingers through his soft strands with care. When he leans into your touch, you trace his ears with light strokes and smile when he shudders. Gradually, the deep frown on his face shrinks to a mild line of displeasure.
He wraps his strong arms around your thighs in a stubborn thank-you, and you can't help but coo down at him. “You’re my big, strong wolf, aren’t you? It’ll be over before you know it. You can handle this, no problem.”
Day 3
Valko could not handle it, and there were many problems.
In fact, while he was bored out of his mind the night of Day 2, he pried open his laptop and drafted a list of complaints.
Eating has become an unpleasant experience. While he’s permitted to remove the cone at mealtimes, he must eat in a separate room so your scent doesn’t lure his unprotected self over. Worse, you will not enter the room until he’s refastened the cone around his neck. The humiliation of having to cone himself solely to win your presence is quickly becoming too much to bear.
You won’t let him go on errands with you, lest he get into something he shouldn't and aggravate his wounds. This makes him incredibly restless—especially when you come home smelling like other people and things, and there’s nothing he can do about it. This causes significant anxiety and emotional distress.
He usually sleeps with his tail curled around you and his face shoved deep into your skin. This earns him a constant stream of your scent. However, a wall of pillows now separates your sides of the bed. Even worse, he is not permitted to remove the cone for the night. This causes discomfort and loss of familiarity, which undermines the restorative purpose of sleep. He will be sending you any medical bills that arise due to his sleep deprivation.
Last, but perhaps most important: the cone obstructs his view of you, which he depends on for energy throughout the day. (You’re quick to deem this one questionable, because the cone is fully see through???)
A document of his grievances was taped to your blanket, just over your heart, this morning.
Clearly, he had a lot on his mind.
Now, you lie on the sofa watching TV, trying to cuddle with him as best you can. Your fingers are intertwined, and he’s sprawled awkwardly across your lap, face up and eyes begging. You try to ignore the incessant nonverbal pleading, rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb.
Sometimes, he turns his head into your belly—or maybe a little lower—and inhales as deeply as he can through the plastic. When you gasp and swat at him, suddenly scandalized, he only huffs and grumbles, bringing you closer. “Just let me have this.”
As the sun dips in the sky, he almost relaxes. He grows captivated by the nature show you’re watching, ears going into overdrive from all the birdsongs and animal calls. It’s the calmest he’s been in the last three days, you think—until the “woodland creatures” portion of the show begins.
His mortal enemy lies in wait within.
“It’s not as big as the one that did this to me,” he growls at the porcupine stumbling around on the screen. “He was a monster.”
“I’m sure he was,” you answer automatically. You’re used to this by now. “How else could he have taken you down?”
Valko grunts in agreement, then pauses the TV. “Can we do something else now?”
“Okay.” You squint at him warily. “Something like what?”
Slowly, as if you won’t be able to see him, he trails his hand down your side, gently squeezing at your hip.
“No,” you sigh, firmly returning his hand to him.
Tuning out his protests, you unpause the show. At that moment, a closeup of the porcupine’s snout fills the screen.
“Can you at least change the channel, then?” he mumbles.
Day 5
Since you’ve known him, Valko has never been one to give up. Driven and scrupulous, he approaches life with an outlook that’s both endearing and exhausting: if not now, maybe later.
It’s no surprise, then, when his attempts to hold and claim you like normal escalate to new heights.
One time, you catch him in the midst of the most primal desperation.
It’s not even noon yet, but here he is: laid out nude in the middle of your bed, head propped on his set of pillows while he clutches one of yours to his cone. With his instincts compromised and your scent already flooding his nose, he can’t yet tell that you’ve entered the room. And boy. If you thought he was shameless in public, Valko in private is a whole different animal.
His hand is all but glued to the heavy bulk between his legs, pumping and twisting like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
His thumb circles his tip as he works his rhythm, abs flexing with each ragged breath. Every soft, broken moan of your name is an axe to your resolve.
Before you do something you’ll regret, you try to back out of the bedroom and leave. But as soon as one foot is out the door, your shoulder hits the wall with a quiet thump.
You freeze instantly, your heart dropping to your feet.
There’s no point in hoping he didn’t hear. To Valko, no sound is ever quiet.
He jerks his head toward you immediately, steady pumps getting wilder the moment your eyes meet. “Fuck,” he pants, writhing desperately on the sheets. His massive thighs tremble with every movement, sending tiny shocks of heat to your core. “Fuck.”
“Valk—”
“Please help me. Please, it hurts so bad. I need you so bad, please, it’s been days.”
You bite your lip so hard, you think you’ll draw blood. “You know I can’t.”
“I don’t care what the vet said,” he growls, fist finally coming to a stop. “I care about you.”
Clinging to resolve, you cross your arms and stay put. At that, he closes his eyes and breathes slow and deep through his nose.
“Just— Help me finish, please. You don’t have to touch anywhere near my face. That’s the rule, right?”
As that pleading stare pins you to the spot once more, you bite your lip in consideration. He’s flushed all over, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his whole body. He really does need your help, but can you risk it?
When his mask slips, letting the hungry glint in his eyes shine through, you know you can’t.
“I won’t touch you, Valko. But you can use this.” Swiftly, you tug your shirt over your head and toss it onto the bed. He catches it with ease, and behind the cone, his face contorts in bewilderment.
“Use it?”
“To finish,” you explain, folding your arms across your bra. “It’s the safest way I can help you right now.”
Gazing at you like you’re a deity reborn, he presses the fabric to his cone’s exterior, right outside his nose. As he inhales, a deep, guttural groan escapes him. “Thank you,” he pants. His hand returns to his reddened length, and he redoubles his earlier efforts.
Leaking arousal glistens on his skin, and you can hear how much easier it makes things for him. Covered in his own desire, he slides his hand up and down with no friction, creating lewd, wet sounds that echo through the room.
“Thank you, thank you— Fuck, thank you. I’ve done this like ten times already, and it’s taken me longer every go,” he admits shamelessly. “This is so much better. Not as good as you, but so much better. Thank you.”
He bucks his hips into his giant fist, and for a moment, you fear your shared bed might collapse under his ferocity. Once he starts licking the cone’s wall, as if he’ll be able to taste your shirt through the plastic, you almost want to avert your eyes and leave the two of them alone together.
You don’t have long to ponder it. Soon after, Valko comes quickly with a deep groan of your name, coating his skin in spills of white. As he convulses in pleasure, you approach his bedside to stroke his hair through the cone’s opening—just like you have for the last several days. Valko whines at your touch.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just two more days, yeah?”
His response is halfway between a growl and a grunt. Chuckling, you bend to kiss his damp, darkened hair. “Just two more days.”
Day 7
At 12 a.m., you wake to an empty bed. “Koko?”
There’s no response to your call. Groaning, you throw off the covers and stretch your tired limbs. Where did he run off to? It’s barely been two hours since you went to bed.
Hugging yourself to keep warm, you pad into the dark hallway. The home gym is clear, and he’s not in the kitchen sneaking chocolate. Where could he be?
It doesn’t take long to find out.
In the living room, Valko stands at the back door, gazing at the moon through the window.
He’s clad only in loose grey sweats. More notably, he’s missing his cone.
The only indication that he knows you’re there is a near imperceptible twitch of his ears. “It’s day seven, did you know that?” he rumbles.
Suddenly nervous, you shift on your feet. “I did.”
“So you also know what I’ve been missing the last seven days.” He turns to face you, eyes stormy and narrowed. “What I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. What I begged you to give me, but you refused. Acted like you were doing me a favor,” he spits out, lips curling into a snarl.
In the moonlight filtering through the window, his amber eyes are a new level of otherworldly. Pale, greyish-white slivers flicker across his chest, making his taut abs seem to ripple in front of you.
After seven days, he looks very, very grumpy.
You get the sense that you’re in trouble.
“Koko,” you start, stepping forward to placate him, “you know that’s not—”
“Don’t ‘Koko’ me,” he snaps. “That’s reserved for people I’m close with.”
Is he serious? “You know I’m closer to you than anyone.”
“Right now? After this week? I’m not so sure. But you will be.” His tail swishes behind him as he takes a menacing step toward you. “Come here,” he growls out.
“We can talk about this, but I’m not going to—”
“Three.”
“Okay, are you seriously threatening me with a countdown?”
“Two.”
“That’s my thing! You know, when you won’t let me get out of bed, or when you bite too hard, or—”
He doesn’t let you get to “one.”
When he bursts forward at superhuman speed, he doesn’t even give you the chance to run.
You’re in his arms in an instant, thrashing wildly as he tries to pull you both to the floor. “You’re heavy as fuck!” you bark at him. “Let me go!”
“No.” He overpowers you easily, lowering you to the carpet and quickly pinning you there. He only takes a moment to revel in your submission—your high squeaks and whimpers and feeble attempts to swat him off. Evidently, he has bigger plans for you.
While you wriggle beneath him, he deftly kicks off his sweats and quickly deals with your clothes. You’re wearing only a nightshirt—his, you notice all too late—and completely vulnerable to his impatience.
He rips a line straight down the middle, clumsily shrugging the worn fabric off you. While you’re too busy gawking to register his actions, he slides down your body, coming to a halt at your traitorously wet heat.
“Usually, at least a little bit of my scent lingers here,” he says, inhaling you deeply. “You’ve lost it after not taking me for so long. But we’ll fix it, won’t we?”
When you don’t respond, his eyes flash up at you. “Won’t we?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, signing away your fate.
“Yeah, we will.” Surging forward, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, swirling his tongue into you without warning. His ensuing groan could start a national scandal.
“I’m gonna let you go, all right?” He nips your inner thigh. “Don’t try to run from me. I’ll catch you.”
He watches closely as he eases off of you, but there’s no need—you obey.
“Good girl,” he mocks, and you break his gaze with a huff.
Chuckling, he sweeps his hair back and lies down on the carpet, grabbing your arm and dragging you to him. “Sit on me.”
“…What?”
“My face. Sit on it.”
“…What?”
“Oh, I get it. Is this a ‘make me’ kind of thing? Well, if you insis—”
“No!” You hold your hands out in defense, grimacing when he grins at you. “You know we’ve never…done that before.”
He shrugs. “First time for everything. Hop on.”
You stay put, shaking your head with vigor no matter how hard your center pulses. “What if you can’t breathe?”
“Don’t need to.”
“I think you do, but okay.” Playing with your fingers, you search for another excuse. “What if I’m too heavy?”
Valko’s smile slips, and his top lip curls as he looks at you flatly. “Now you’re just insulting me.”
In retrospect, you should’ve known that one wouldn’t get you very far.
“Fine,” you concede shakily. Crawling toward him, you put your hands on either side of his massive body and sit down on him in a straddle. Gingerly, you scoot up, and up, and up, until your hips are right below his chin. His smirk widens all the way.
“Last chance to back out,” you offer helplessly. How would grilled porcupine taste?
“In your dreams.” In an instant, his arm shoots out behind you and guides you forward. You cry out the second your sensitive flesh meets his skin, nearly cursing from the foreign sensation.
For a moment, all he does is breathe you in. Lewd, deep inhales, trying to siphon the scent from your depths. “Missed this,” he murmurs, words slightly muffled. “Missed you. Fuck, you’re so good. You smell so good.”
You’re afraid to look down, but you don’t have to. You can hear his smile.
Instead, you look behind you, seeing that his thick, veiny length is flushed and leaking already. Your gulp echoes in your ears.
A soft press of his lips to your throbbing clit pulls you back to your senses. With another kiss, he positions the bud over his nose and your entrance over his mouth, so he’s sure to catch all your desire.
When he squeezes your hip, you know he’s asking for more. Gently, timidly, you rock against his face to appease him. Valko, though, ever observant when you’re involved, knows you’re withholding your full weight.
And he won’t have it.
Simultaneously, he delivers a sharp slap to your backside and nips your clit in warning. When you squeal out into the cool air, he soothes the sting with a searing lash of his tongue.
“I’m trying!” you cry. “Whenever we do this, I’m always the one on my back! I feel weird.”
Squeezing your hips, he lifts you up just enough to speak. “Tough.”
Then, he plops you right back down, the smack of skin on skin spreading a wildfire across your cheeks.
Eager to explore, he glides his tongue around your core, poking and prodding wherever he likes. When you arch away from the pleasure, too sensitive to stay still, he decides he’s had enough.
His tight grip on your hips is his first act of defiance. But when he starts bouncing you on his face, alternating between his mouth and nose, you’re more than ready to throw in the towel.
“Valko!” you whine. Up and down, down and up. Up and down again and again. How long has he wanted this?
A response would require a pause in his actions, so of course, he doesn’t provide one. Instead, he flattens his tongue against your clit and makes you grind your hips down onto him, like he’s nothing but an extension of you. “Valko!” you repeat, stars quickly clouding your vision.
All he offers is an unburdened grunt, clearly not planning on stopping anytime soon. And why would he, when there’s so much to lap up?
A mix of his saliva and your arousal pools between you, with sound effects previously unheard of filling the room. You’re so wet, at one point, you almost slide down his face to his forehead—but he hauls you back up with a laugh, the vibrations only exacerbating the issue. When you pull at his hair, shy and embarrassed, he merely sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop.
Captive to his relentless touch, it isn’t long before your muscles contract and release, sending more and more wetness gushing toward his waiting mouth.
Your mind is a haze as he licks you clean, making sure not to waste a single drop. You do register, though, how he inhales once again when he’s finished. “Smells like me again. That’s better.”
Thinking his wrath has exhausted itself, you feel your body deflate like a popped balloon. You’re more than ready to melt into the sheets and sleep off the worst of the aftermath.
“We should seal the deal, though. Just to be sure.”
Valko has other plans.
Before you can blink, he flips you over with force, driving your hands and knees into the carpet. When you yelp, he squeezes your backside in apology, only to slip his fingers down to your open slit. Once he confirms that you’re ready for him, he braces his hands on your hips and slides into you with ease.
Your startled gasp is his grand opportunity. As you cry out his name, he shoves his fingers into your open mouth, making you sputter and swallow around them. With his other hand, he clamps your jaw shut so you’re forced to bite him, your blunt teeth barely a threat against his skin.
All the while, he’s moaning and laughing, hips stuttering from his rapid thrusts. Each time his base slaps your backside, you feel him grow larger and larger, until you’re being speared on something you’re not sure you can take. But as your muscles contract around him once more, squeezing him with all that they have, you don’t think that matters anymore.
In tune with your own release, hot spurts shoot deep into your channel, followed by a searing, swollen pressure you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to. It’s at this point that the last of your strength crumbles. But when you start to slump into the floor, you find you can’t move too far—not without bringing Valko with you.
As you both catch your breath, locked together until the comedown, he slides his hand out of your mouth and slaps your cheek lightly, signaling for you to open your screwed-shut eyes. When you do, he sticks his drool-coated fingers into his own mouth, canines poking into his flesh as he swipes his tongue greedily.
All you can do is whine.
You don’t know when your bodies will loosen up enough for you to separate. All you know is that he’s got you here, right where he wants you, for a long, long, agonizingly long time.
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“Are you satisfied?” you deadpan as the beast finally tucks you into bed.
“For now.” You can hear his smirk as he flicks off the lights. Doesn’t make much of a difference, though.
It’s dawn.
“But you can check back with me in an hour. Maybe my answer will be different.”
“In an hour, I will be dead to the world and recovering from you,” you grumble. Suddenly, you purse your lips. “I’m gonna miss that cone, you know.”
Even in the dim morning light, you can see his brows furrow. “What?”
“You looked cute in it. Like a little puppy.” Reaching out, you grab his face and squish his cheeks between your fingers. “So cute.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but his tail thumps the mattress. “Whatever. It did have its benefits, though. Tonight was so good, I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”
“You really think you can do that again? Seven whole days, no contact?”
“‘Course I do. It wasn’t that hard for me.”
Your eyes narrow into slits. “Not even you believe that.”
“Yeah. This was fun, though,” he says through a yawn. “We should do it again sometime. Goodnight.”
As he rolls over and tucks his tail around you, blanketing you in half his body weight, a nagging thought won’t leave your head.
Should you switch vets?
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