when fanfic writers put in their author’s notes “this was so self indulgent” man i’m so happy for you. i hope so. i hope you had a blast making this. i love you
You having a near-death experience would trigger Raf's anxiety worse than ever. His eating and sleeping habits would fall apart again. He couldn't even bring himself to touch a paintbrush, forcing Thomas to announce that he would be taking a "short hiatus."
His entire focus was on you.
He clung to you whenever he could, wanting to stay in touch every second of the day. And if you didn't answer your phone, no longer needed to be surprised to find his car waiting to pick you up wherever you were
Under his constant watch, you felt backed into a corner. There was no room left to breathe. Even when you tried to call out his behavior, you couldn't stop yourself from feeling bad when you looked at him.
"I know," he whispered, his voice trembling as it nearly broke into tears. "I know I'm too much... but I can't help it. I can't handle losing you. Just... let me protect you in the only way I know how."
The moment the tears slipped down his cheeks, you pulled him into your embrace
He buried his face against your chest as shaky sobs wracked his body. Your fingers gently combed through his soft purple waves, soothing him as you let out a quiet sigh.
"We're going to get through this..." you murmured softly. "Together."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ abstract: It's been a week since you left Skyhaven without telling Caleb. On a morning training run, you feel a certain presence gravitating towards you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ content: veeery mild violence, MC being chased, Caleb in his stalker element
⊹ ࣪ ˖ word count: 2.01k
comms: first fic on blr yay! also on ao3 by the same username :) had a dream about it, and then thought about it for the next 6 hours... let me know if it's any good and if i should write a part two
3:42am, 122 BPM; your watch illuminates the sidewalk, much like the remaining stars of Linkon City’s dusk. Your duly prim captain Jenna instructed that upon your return from Skyhaven, ‘You must reinforce your hunter stamina before the day begins, especially with the current-’
“The current protocore fluctuations, very hands-on, I concede.” You shake off the playback of your lecture/conversation, navigating your next turn into a brighter lit street. Xavier usually accompanied you in the name of ‘team building’ (not that you were complaining), but his gentle snores upstairs were a tad bit too peaceful to interrupt. You adjust your eyes to the dense urban forestry, fast asleep in tandem with its city residents. Calm, you thought, a whisper of a smile splaying across your face. You wished you shared that feeling.
You didn’t tell him you were leaving Skyhaven. Not that he would’ve been unaware of it, anyway; Caleb kept tabs on every movement of yours — what time you woke up, what song you were humming on the walk home, who you talked to that day, how chummy you seemed to be getting with one of his officers, how you would feel if that officer vanished off the face of the universe… the incessant surveillance, though darling at first, began to choke you every time Caleb came home with a hairbrush, the moisturiser you forgot to pack, strawberries; “You said you were craving some today, didn’t you?” he flashed you a proud, I-know-you-so-well-don’t-I? grin, placing the container on your (his) vast kitchen island. You shone your eyes back at him, giggling.
“When did I ever…?”
That was when you pieced it together. You hadn’t seen him today. He left at 5:00am for some patrol mission. You murmured that to yourself while eating breakfast, alone, against the dining table.
You swallowed the unsettling fear that was bubbling up within you, and decided to go home the next day. Maybe your Linkon City apartment was less spacey, but it was infinitely more controllable. You made sure to dry your set of laundry the night before, to slip your belongings into your purse and leave no trace of yourself behind. It had been an arduous week of silencing the dozens of missed calls and messages that Caleb plagued your phone with, occasionally apologising when one of those calls was instead Tara, and reciting your whole ordeal to her over a three hour phone conversation.
5Km. Your wrist buzzes gently, signalling the fruits of your early bird agenda. You light up at the sight of an unassuming bench, slowing down your pace and plopping down with a well-earned sigh. It was nicer here than you’d initially thought. Despite the agony of rolling out of a bed devoid of the past week’s bittersweet warmth, splashing biting cold water into your eyes, and parting with your fluffy pyjamas to pull on clothes more appropriate for sprinting… it felt good focusing on the pulsing of your blood, the catching of your breath without your mind wandering to him. Everything he said, so sweetly, so unbearably sweetly, that you almost could separate him from what he was saying to you — to almost cave in to his sugary promise of ‘making the world forget all about you’… Eugh.
The very thought sparked you back into consciousness in mental protest. Downing about a third of your water bottle in one swig, you leap back up, picking a direction to finish your run in. 6Km, 6.5Km, the reaching buildings effortlessly passed you by as you huffed contently, playfully weaving through bus stops and trash cans as though they were your usual training drills. Your tunes blast until they halt, and so do you. Your headset has been disconnected. “What? it’s been charging all night…” you lopsidedly stare at the notification beaming from your superintelligent watch, furrowing your brows in concern. Did I drop it on the ground or something?
6.9Km. Only a few more to go. You could raw-dog that without music easily enough. As you shift weight to hop onto the other foot, you couldn’t help an irrepressible shiver that coursed through your veins, causing your ankle to flail and send you stumbling forwards. You pick up your composure, and try to sprint but your leg catches onto air once again. The premise of your entire job was piercing volatile wanderers, anything hiding in the bushes nearby couldn’t leave a mark even if they tried, so why were you so on edge? With a yelp, your hands catch you from falling face first into a shrub, scratching against its stern branches.
“Ow… What is going on with me? Why can’t I move-”
No. Nononono, it wasn’t what was going on with you. It had nothing to do with you, in fact, and everything to do with that shadow in uniform a hundred metres away, an outstretched hand flickering with sterling evol. The all-too-familiar silhouette you hadn’t seen since you left his penthouse in Skyhaven a week ago, simply standing and watching you use mounds of strength to scramble onto your feet. Savouring the glint of fear circling your eyes. Padding closer, ever-so slowly, relishing at the sight of his mouse entrapped with no one else to see. You step backwards, maintaining sight of the looming figure, internally swearing at yourself for leaving your gun at home. Not that you would ever shoot your beloved childhood partner, but it would at least give you some leverage over him for now.
“He doesn’t know where my apartment is, I’m in running shoes, I can fight, I’m a hunter, I’m a hunter-” You turn on your heel and push the concrete slabs underneath your soles at an unpalatable speed, adrenalin engulfing your heart in a roaring flame. The wind split in two against your nose, whistling through your ears as though it were screeching at you to go faster. The once quiet streets passed by in a darkened blur, your focus on nothing but getting away from him. You wouldn’t dare look back, not when the sound of your footsteps hitting the ground were echoed by heavier ones that knocked behind you louder and louder by the second. The intermingled sound of panting compelled you to turn back and watch his chest rise and fall, omitting breathy curses for raising such a feisty hunter, but you couldn’t stop your legs from moving.
You don’t know why you were running. You weren’t scared of him, not entirely. Some part of you was getting a twisted thrill from the chase, morbidly eager for what would happen if he caught you. If you let yourself get caught — no, you were far too driven for that. And far too respectful of yourself to fall prey to him once again. If you fell back into his arms, you both knew that there was no coming out of them until he made you his own. And you kept bolting down every road, every alleyway faster than before, because you knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t hate that as much as you think you would.
The streets were all coming to an end, and which one led you to your apartment you could barely navigate — there was only so much of Linkon to run through. Flickering your vision to each direction before the intersection arrived (with those footsteps rapidly approaching), you darted left and switched back to right, locked onto a particularly dark street in the distance. You triumphed for a moment, his audible confusion rerouting back to you.
“Fuck.”
You had focussed so much on leaving him behind that you hadn’t realised where you were going. Which, in this case, was face to face with a brick wall. You’re kidding. Your body lie still against it, whilst your mind bounced about in a frantic daze, desperately peering through each crack in the surface. The walls were too tall to climb over and too far apart to manoeuvre upwards. Why wasn’t there anything in the goddamned hunter manuals for this? You could barely make out the entrance of the alley, separated by lush curtains of vines from the overhead office buildings. Surely he wouldn’t think you were daft enough to enter a dead end, right? No, he might not remember Linkon, but he knows you. Hell, that maniac would probably think that you did this on purpose. The distant rattling of a metallic chain caused your breathing to hitch involuntarily. You pressed yourself against the corner, sharply indenting the grooves into your calves, and prayed that he would keep running, turn around, anything but find you like this. The air stood still, and for a moment of time so did the both of you. Upon your next breath, those leaded boots faded away, into a distance you weren’t concerned with anymore. You clamped your eyelids shut and bitterly sunk to your knees.
Why was he here? You should’ve known by the fact that you weren’t receiving any calls yesterday. He was probably setting his affairs in order to come harass you here.
10Km. Goal achieved. Now playing celebratory theme.
“No, no, bad watch, don’t you dare rat me out, just shut down-” You clamoured at your wrist, silencing the watch just before it could play some obnoxious tune. An exasperated sigh leaves your mouth, because that surely would’ve-
“Given you away?”
That goddamn watch.
The morning rain introduced itself in humble droplets, pattering upon your trembling frame and the broader one making its way towards you.
“Just like when we were kids, right?"
You could barely digest that velvet cadence over the rapid pounding of your chest, lungs desperately heaving in mounds of oxygen you’d feigned to consume earlier.
“You put up a good fight, pips. But ya still couldn’t match me. I even gave you a head-start,” he pouted, crouching down to your averted gaze. Your breath grew more stable, but your heart kept knocking violently against your ribs.
“It’s dangerous to be out alone, y’know. Could get hurt, reaaal bad.” A knee gently pried your legs open, weaving the same bergamot cologne staining his apartment back into your system. Too familiar, too comforting for where he had you pinned, in some dimly lit cubicle of the cityscape, where no one would hear you, see you. Exactly how he wanted you.
Officer buns🐰: U should’ve woken me up. Captain might send me down to N109 zone for not training with U today.
You groan at yet another comedically timed notification broadcasted to the surrounding bricks, beaming a kindred hue to Caleb’s evol, and defeatedly plant your face into your knees. From your momentary shelter, you could just barely catch his scoff.
“You came to Skyhaven for a break, and you’re back into training already? Thought I gave you an order to not overwork yourself, pipsqueak. Your training partner certainly doesn’t care for your well being though, does he?”
“Caleb, mmph… what the fuck do you want? Didn’t you have, ngh, a meeting with the fleet today?” You wrestle with his weight, prying yourself away from his unwavering stance. He breathes out a grim chuckle.
“The colonel has you bound tight against a wall, pipsqueak, and you’re thinking about the fleet? Aren’t you responsible.” You wince as your wrists tighten with evol, not enough to bruise, but firm enough to press you right up against the chipping surface.
“I just want,” he heaves, “to protect you-”
“Protect me from what? Yourself? I haven't been hurt like this since you were— since I thought you were gone...” You spat, eyes welling with heat and animosity and a childish yearning for him. He cocked his head, staring back into your eyes with an unreadable expression.
“All because I don’t want to, I can’t fight against-”
“Your Caleb. I know, honey, I know.” He leaned forward, trailing the words across your jaw, lacing each syllable with slick venom. Your face flushed hot with the embarrassing vulnerability, a defiant tear striding down your cheekbone. He grazed it with his bottom lip, savouring the tepid heat radiating off of you.
honestly, from a self-aware lads perspective, shit will hit the fan immediately. idk. the lis love mc so much and then one day, they wake up and realize... wait a minute... she's just an avatar. she's not even the real one (because it's you!!!) obviously, it would be a slow progression. they won't catch this right away but one day, they do and it just becomes more apparent as time goes on and the next thing they know, they're fully aware of you. they spent lifetimes looking for mc only to realize that she's still not here because you're not here. you're still so far away!!! (curse that stupid screen) yeah, you might wanna say goodbye to everything and everyone you've ever loved because there's no telling when you're gonna be pulled into their world for good.
You let him in through your phone’s security system, forcing yourself out of bed just enough to give him a half-assed greeting.
“Why are you here?” you ask.
Caleb walks in carrying a bunch of things.
“To bring your favorite takeout. And ice cream. And chocolate. And flowers. And the DAA hoodie you tried on at my place and liked so much. I thought you might want to wear it,” he says sweetly, setting everything down.
They were all your favorites. He even remembered that you loved peonies, you’d only mentioned it once in passing.
Caleb takes a look at you.
He sees a stained oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, loose sweatpants, unwashed hair & face half-hidden behind the tightened hood.
“You look pretty cute for someone depressed,” he tries to cheer you up. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect.
“You think this is funny, Caleb?”
His smile doesn’t fade, neither his determination to lift your mood.
“Not at all. That’s why I wanted to bring you some things,” he says softly.
“I said I didn’t want you to come over. I didn’t want you to see me… like this. Why couldn’t you just listen to me?”
Caleb steps closer, trying to pull you into a hug, but you immediately take a step back.
“No, I don’t want a hug, Caleb! I want you to leave!” you blurt out, frustrated tears filling your eyes as you glance at the gifts he brought, feeling extremely guilty.
Caleb stays still, refusing to look away from you.
“I know. I know you said that. But I needed to do something for you. I couldn’t just leave you by yourself in this state,” he explains calmly.
“The only thing you could’ve done for me was not come here. I didn’t want you doing things for me nor seeing me like this. Caleb, I’m not rational right now. I’m impulsive, I’m angry, I’m mean, I’m overly sensitive, I’m in pain, I look like shit, I feel like shit!”
“Okay?” he says ,”then be all that. Just don’t be all that alone.”
His eyes are soft, at least you think they are. Your vision is still blurred with tears.
“You don’t understand, Caleb! I’m not a good person right now—so just go, please. I told you I didn’t want you here, you’ve ignored that and shown up anyway with… all this stuff. Which is super kind, but I didn’t ask for it, now I feel forced to show gratitude, be nice to you, but I don’t have the energy to do this right now.”
Caleb is watching and listening attentively.
You take a deep breath and continue:
“And this is exactly why I didn’t want you here. I yell at you, I’m angry at you for no fucking reason, for looking out for me, now I owe you, and I don’t want to feel this way, but you force me to put in effort, but this is no phase where I can afford to do that. And now you’re stuck seeing me like this and hearing the ugly thoughts out loud, and I really didn’t want you to. I just want to be in bed alone, crying, shutting everything out, waiting for the suicidal thoughts to pass when my period starts so I can feel even a little bit normal again and show you my better side again.”
You breathe out again.
Caleb stands there for a second too long in your opinion, so you decide to shove him toward the door. Instead, he catches your wrist and pulls you closer.
“What? You think this will push me away? You’re saying this is your ugliest side?”
You struggle against the hug, his grip is firm. It annoys you to your core.
“Yes!! Now let go! I’m being an awful person.”
“Not really. But go on, if that helps,” he replies, his grip not loosening.
“But I don’t want to.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t help it?”
“I can’t.”
“Then don’t hold back.”
“But you don’t deserve this, Caleb. I’m doing fine without you. I’m used to going through this by myself. I don’t need you playing the hero. You can’t fix this… or me.”
“Who says I want to fix anything?” he asks quietly. “I just want to be by your side.”
“Right, pfft. You say that now because this is the first time you’re actually seeing it. You still think you can play savior. Maybe not my next luteal phase, but give it 6 or 8 months. Eventually, you’ll get fed up with me being 50% of the time in a month the worst person to have around. Spare yourself — and spare me — the pain and just go. I don’t want you sticking around.”
Caleb sighs. He loosens his grip slightly, crouching down to your level but while still holding your arms.
“No chance,” he says.
“Caleb, LEAVE!”
“So you’re saying you’d leave me too once you see my ugly sides?” he asks.
You click with your tongue, annoyed from his comparison.
“Of course not, but it’s different! What ugly sides do you even have? Accidentally using too much salt? Not liking cilantro?”
A faintly amused huff leaves him, though it’s more a form of showing his disbelief.
“You really think I don’t have ugly sides?” His gaze drifts for a moment as he searches for the right words.
“You just haven’t seen them yet because I try SO HARD not to show them. But I won’t always be able to hide them. You’ll see the real me eventually, and yeah… part of me is terrified you won’t like your perfect Caleb anymore, realise what an ugly Monster I am. But I’d rather have you hating me, yet by my side, than not have you at all.”
“That’s—Caleb, I… I would never leave or hate you,” you whisper, hurt that he would even think that.
Caleb gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.
“You say that now. But maybe in six or eight months, you’ll change your mind,” he says, throwing your own argument back at you.
You sigh, unable to completely suppress the defeated smile that escapes you.
“Hm? What was that? Did I see someone smile?” he teases gently.
“Stop it. I don’t feel like it, Caleb,” you hiss back.
“Alright, alright. But that one second of a smile in a month would be enough for me to not let you push me away.”
He gets up, grabs his hoodie, the ice cream, and two spoons. „Now, you swap your hoodie for mine, I’ll change into something comfy too, and we eat ice cream in bed. Or not. You can cry instead. Blame me. Hate me. Ignore me. But do all of that while I’m physically next to you, please.”
The two of you crawl into bed together.
You lie in bed for the next 16 hours, eyes closed, his faint breathing is the only thing keeping you together. Using this form of escapism to cope with all of this may feel comforting at first, yet somehow hurts even more once reality comes crawling back in.
When you open your eyes again, you see the game app has reset to its main screen. It crashed overnight.
{Permission to reupload as a visualiser for this fic! Fic idea was on my mind for a while and when I saw her artwork, it just fit perfectly. !
}{Artwork credits Korin Archives (X) | Instragram}
🥀 A little PMDD & maladaptive daydreaming awareness in this story, because I’ve been struggling with both for half my life. 🥀
lads boys 🍎 ⭐ 🐦⬛🐠 ⛄ : sending "being with other men makes me miss you" to them
chuu's note: I saw someone send this to their partner on tiktok n got ✨️inspired✨️ (also, u know caleb was abt to pop off when his screenshot is the longest lmaooo)
Zayne gives the most intense orgasms simply because he’s not afraid to get messy- he will literally dig into your hole till he finds the spot he knows houses the bundle of nerves he wants to stimulate for an orgasm that almost knocks you out. And then he’ll brutalise that spot;
The moment he has you spread open- thighs pushed wide, knees nearly to your chest- he sinks two fingers deep in one smooth thrust, searching with the calm focus of a man who has memorized every map of your body. The wet, obscene sound of him working into you is immediate and absolutely lewd. He curls, presses, drags the pads of his fingers along your walls until he finds it: that swollen, spongy spot that makes your spine snap tight and a broken moan rip from your throat.
“There,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, almost clinical. “That’s the one.”
Then he latches on to it.
No amount of begging or scratching will make him relent as he stimulates you incessantly- not the sloppy, cruel fingering popularised by cheap pornography, but in firm, methodical and purposeful movements that bring about the pleasure that drowns the pain of overstimulation, never once loosing their surgical precision even as desire mounts.
He anchors his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down to hold your squirming hips in place while he strokes that bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate drags. Each press-and-rub is firm enough that pleasure borders on pain, slow enough that you feel every ridge of his rough fingertips, the rough texture of his surgeon's callouses. The pressure builds like a storm gathering behind your eyes. Your walls flutter and clamp around him, but he doesn’t slow. He simply adjusts the angle and keeps going, relentless.
You buck. You claw at his wrist, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Zayne-fuck!!... too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice is calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers piston against that spot with an almost sadistic flair. “Breathe through it. Let it take you.”
The overstimulation burns, white-hot and overwhelming, but beneath it the pleasure is molten. It drowns everything. Your thighs shake violently. Slick gushes around his knuckles, dripping down to soak the sheets, coating his palm, running down his forearm in shiny trails.
He doesn’t care.
He never flinches from the mess. If anything, the wetter and filthier you get, the darker his eyes become, mouth open as he wonders just how can you drip so much just from his fingers.
A third finger joins the first two. The stretch is sudden and perfect. He curls all three against that spot in tight, rhythmic presses- almost like he’s milking it- and your vision whites out.
The orgasm crashes into you so hard your back arches clean off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat. Your walls spasm violently around his fingers, but Zayne doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking, firm and steady, dragging every last pulse out of you until you’re sobbing, shaking, gushing helplessly on his hand.
Only when your voice cracks into a wrecked whimper does he finally ease off- just enough to let you breathe, never fully pulling out. His fingers stay buried deep, gently petting your fluttering walls while you twitch and leak on him.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear to plant a fluttering kiss that seems more mocking than soothing, voice rough with restrained lust.
“So good for me...see? I told you you'd like it." he says before straightening up. "But that was only the first one. I’m nowhere near done finding out how many times I can make you break tonight.”
He smiles, and you shudder, your legs falling open helplessly even though you have no energy left.
summary: your closest in-game friend wants to meet in person and claims to be the chairman of the company that designed the full-dive gear. now he just has to prove it
wc: 4k
content: just a normal tech company, virtual reality, online friends to lovers, fluff
A soft, twinkling chime rang in your ears as the glowing blue mushroom dissolved in your palm, a floating green notification popping up in your field of vision: [Lunar Fungus x3 added to inventory].
The full-dive tech was so flawlessly advanced that you could feel the lingering cool dampness of the soil on your fingertips. It was a complete escape from reality.
You reached up, lightly rubbing the tip of your elongated ears. While you had kept your avatar’s body as similar to your real-world self as you could to avoid the jarring switch between bodies, you had allowed yourself this one fantasy trait. Under your fingertips, the cartilage felt completely real, twitching slightly in response to the ambient rustle of the digital forest.
A sudden glass-like shatter interrupted the calm, immediately followed by the metallic clinking of dropped loot hitting the forest floor. You looked over at the commotion in time to see a hulking figure step out from the brush. It was HowlKo. His massive, muscular frame carried a greatsword like it was nothing more than a feather. He would have been an impressive sight if it weren’t for the way his heavy burgundy tail thrashed behind him the millisecond his golden eyes locked onto your form still kneeling next to the patch of mushrooms you had spent the last hour foraging for.
“Hey, Ko,” you said casually, turning your attention back to your task, continuing to pluck the fungus from the root.
The frantic wagging of his burgundy tail stopped dead, and his golden eyes blinked at you in disbelief, his jaw dropping open. He lowered his greatsword, resting the heavy tip against the dirt.
“‘Hey, Ko?’” he repeated, his voice carrying an offended whine. “Really? That’s it? No ‘Thank you, Ko, for saving me from those goblins’?”
“I do not sound like that,” you protested.
He continued as if he hadn’t heard you. “I defeated the whole mob for you, and all I get is ‘hey?’ Unbelievable.” His fluffy ears pinned back against his hair, pouting. You rolled your eyes, a laugh bubbling in your throat at his antics.
You put on a grandiose voice. “You’re my hero, Ko! How can I ever repay you?”
He pretended to think about it, but he already had a request in mind. “Gimme half of those mushrooms.”
“No way!” you objected, the playful tone dropping instantly into a horrified hiss, clutching your inventory pouch close to your chest. “Do you have any idea how long it took to find these? Find your own!”
“They would have been forfeit if that mob had gotten you, so I could be asking for all of them,” he rebutted.
“That’s assuming I couldn’t handle them myself. Which I totally could have.”
“I have way more attack points than you—“
“And I have more hit points, so what’s your point?”
“Just gimme the mushrooms,” he pleaded. “I’ll trade you half the goblin loot.”
“No deal,” you hummed, popping the last of the mushrooms into your inventory with a victorious chime. “I don't need rusty goblin armor, and I have plenty of gold. I need these for my alchemy level.”
Ko let out a dramatic, exaggerated groan, throwing his head back so hard his fluffy ears flopped pitifully against his hair. He stomped over, his heavy boots rustling the grass, and plopped his massive frame onto the dirt next to you. He didn't even bother to sheath his sword properly, letting it clatter to the side. “You're so mean to me,” he whined, his tail giving a singular sad pat against the earth. He leaned sideways, heavily dropping his shoulder against yours. “I log onto this server every day just to be your personal bodyguard, and you won't even share a few measly mushrooms.”
You laughed, the tip of your sensitive ears twitching at the sudden warmth of his avatar leaning against you. “If you're so starved for attention, why don't you go bother the players in the town square?”
Ko huffed, his golden eyes narrowing as he turned his head to look at you, his tone shifting from whiny to something softer. Tentative, even. “Because they aren't you. Besides, you come over to my cabin all the time to cook and log off. If we’re going to spend hours bickering over digital mushrooms…” he paused, his tail giving a nervous twitch. “...why don't we just do it over actual dinner? In the real world?”
Your smile dropped as the weight of his question settled between you. You looked at him, at the golden eyes staring at you expectantly, the ones you had come to be so familiar with, and felt a pang of guilt in your chest.
“Ko…” you started softly, shifting your weight on the grass. “You know I love spending time with you here, but I don't think I’m comfortable with meeting in person.”
His burgundy ears perked up in a flash of confusion, his head tilting. “Why not?” he asked. “You already know me.”
“I know HowlKo,” you corrected. “But the real world is different. You could be literally anyone behind that avatar, and reality doesn't have the built-in player protections that Whispering Woods does.”
A heavy, stunned silence fell over the clearing. Ko sat frozen. He looked heartbroken, his fluffy tail dropping flat against the dirt with a pathetic thump. He let out a long sigh from behind the mask. “Okay, fair point,” he conceded, his tone shifting to something hopeful once again. He reached up, his large, clawed gloves unlacing the leather straps at the back of his head. “But what if you already know exactly who I am?”
With a soft click of the game’s apparel physics, the wolf snout mask dissolved into light. You blinked, tracking the movement as the pixelated shower of light dissipated. With the mask no longer blocking his features, you could finally see the strikingly sharp jawline, the perfectly sculpted lips, and the flawless symmetry of Chairman Valko—the very man who headed the tech company that had designed the full-dive gear you were currently using.
For a few seconds, all you could do was stare at the newly revealed lower half of his face. Then, a snort escaped you, followed by bright, airy laughter that echoed through the clearing. You leaned back on your hands, shaking your head in amusement.
“Oh my god, Ko, no way,” you giggled, completely missing the pouty expression on his gorgeous features. “A Valko mod? Are you serious? You really customized yourself to look like the EonCore CEO? How much real-world cash did you drop just to roleplay him?”
Ko’s jaw slackened— a handsome jaw, you had to admit, even if it belonged to a counterfeit billionaire. His virtual wolf ears drooped so much they practically disappeared into his hair. “I didn't buy a skin—”
“Sure you didn't,” you laughed, reaching over to pat his ridiculously perfect cheek. “It's a great prank, really. 10 out of 10 for originality.”
“But—” he started again, but you weren't listening, your attention instead taken by the timer you had set popping into view.
“Gotta go, Ko. Have food in the oven. See you tomorrow!” you said cheerfully, logging out before he could respond and leaving him in the clearing to ponder the best way to prove his identity to you.
— — —
When you dived back into the server the next evening, HowlKo was already waiting for you, his wolf mask back in place. He was pacing back and forth, his heavy tail thrashing behind him in a blur of agitation. The moment your avatar materialized, he stormed over.
“I’m gonna prove it to you,” he declared, skipping any sort of greeting.
You raised an eyebrow. “Prove what? That you're a secret billionaire?”
Ko didn’t answer. Instead, he swiped his hand aggressively through the air, summoning a glowing gold developer console that regular players absolutely did not have access to.
He typed in a command, and, with a deafening crash, a veritable mountain of rare items dropped to the ground, more than you’d ever seen in all your time playing the game combined.
“See! Look! Just a few clicks and I can have anything! Other players can’t do that, but I can.”
You gazed in awe upon the assortment of gold, gems, potions, even mythical weapons and armor. “Wow, Ko. You’re a skilled hacker,” you commented, totally missing the way his shoulders slumped in disappointment. “Seriously, though, be careful, or the actual chairman is going to ban your account, and I don't want to lose my favorite foraging partner.”
Ko felt like he was going to scream. What would it take to prove it to you? A small, pathetic whine escaped his throat. “Just…keep the loot,” Ko groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose right above the snout of his mask. He gestured to the fortune surrounding you. “Consider it a gift.”
You immediately took three massive steps backwards, putting as much distance between you and the contraband Ko had summoned. “No way. What if you get me caught for cheating, too?”
“Not how it works. And it’s already here anyway, so just take it.”
You staunchly refused, and Ko stared at you, his fluffy burgundy tail drooping. He looked so defeated that you caved, only a little, and plucked a health potion from the pile. It appeased him, if only a little, a small smile spreading under the mask. “If you really need to get rid of it all, I know this dragon player that would love to take it off your hands.”
Valko hummed, but didn't argue that the items were intended for you. He acquiesced and asked what the player ID was, pulling up that strange navigation console. He almost scoffed when the ID pulled up one of the most pretentious usernames he had yet seen, and he had seen many. “Abysm Sovereign?” he laughed, reading the name aloud. “Just who is this guy?”
His contagious laugh ignited your own. “You should see the rest of my friend list,” you giggled, already pulling up the list. Ko’s eyes scanned it, reading names such as PntMeLk1ofUrFrnchGrls, PommePommePilot, StarBoyLumiere, and, disappointingly, Dr. Z.
With the wealth transferred to a now very pleased dragon, you and Ko set off for his player residence, a gorgeous, secluded cabin tucked away in a seldom-visited corner of the map. The property, like all player residences, was restricted to those who hadn't been invited by the owner.
Once inside, you beelined to his alchemy table, eager to use those mushrooms. While you pulled items out of your inventory, Ko threw himself on the plush velvet sofa nearby. He finally removed his mask, tossing it onto the coffee table. His large frame took up the whole couch and then some, his feet propped on one armrest while he threw an arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow. His golden eyes tracked your avatar’s every movement, his gaze unbearably fond.
“You know,” he rumbled, “you're lucky I let you use my crafting tables for free. Most alchemists have to rent those.”
You didn't even look up from your stirring, the corner of your lip twitching into an almost-there grin. “I’m still not sharing the mushrooms.”
“Oh, come on,” he groaned. “You can't spare just one?”
You shook your head, not even trying to hide your smug amusement, airy giggles filling the room and embedding themselves in Valko’s fluttering heart.
By the time your brewing level flashed a celebratory [Level Up!] notification, it was getting late. You stretched your avatar’s arms, yawning. “Alright, Ko, I’m heading out for the night. It’s getting late.”
He sat up on the couch, his expression suddenly shifting into something serious, his intense gaze locked onto you. “Tomorrow at noon,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “There is a global EonCore Tech broadcast. Watch it.”
You blinked, throwing him a confused look, but agreed all the same.
“Promise?” he asked, his burgundy ears giving a sharp twitch.
You smiled softly at him, still wondering why he was so adamant that you watch. “Yeah, yeah, I promise,” you laughed, waving a hand at him. “See you tomorrow, Ko!”
You woke up with a groggy yawn, the phantom sensation of pointed ears still lingering as you rubbed your eyes. Glancing at the clock, your eyes widened. 11:58 AM. You scrambled for your tablet, quickly tapping onto the livestream you had promised Ko that you would watch.
The screen flickered to life, displaying a massive auditorium flooded with press. At the podium was the real Chairman Valko, so much more intimidating than your foraging partner. The one at the podium wore a suit that could probably cover your rent, his hair perfectly styled and golden eyes scanning the crowd. He also lacked the pointed ears and fluffy tail that you had become so fond of.
“As we move into the new fiscal year, EonCore remains dedicated to the safety and experience of its players,” Valko spoke, his smooth voice echoing through the speakers. It was the same voice that usually begged you to share potion ingredients, but here, it was devoid of any hint of playfulness.
You watched him, leaning back into your pillows. You almost scoffed. As if Ko could really be-”
“However,” Valko continued, pausing as he looked at the center camera lens. “With our recent update to the servers, we advise our players to exercise caution when playing the new events. You never know what kind of stray dog you might find. You may find the Lunar Fungus not worth the risk.”
Your jaw dropped, and the tablet nearly slipped from your grasp. The press in the auditorium didn't even blink, his vague warning likely sounding like a teaser for whatever new event was being added, but you knew better. A breathless, horrified gasp left your throat as your mind flashed back to the day you had first come across the wolf hybrid avatar.
Valko had wanted to test the gameplay personally, and thus HowlKo was born. The only problem? He was a disaster. You had been slowly but surely making your way through a dungeon when you heard a series of crashes. Turning around, you had found a towering, clumsy player with a wolf mask surrounded by level-two slimes he couldn't figure out how to target and bits of armor that had, up until a moment ago, been neatly displayed as a full suit.
You had sighed, easily slicing the slimes away and helping him up. From that point on, he hadn't left your side, clinging to you like a remora. He didn't know the map, he didn't know the crafting recipes, and he refused to leave your side, following along behind you everywhere you went.
“You're like a stray dog, aren't you?” You had joked back then, watching his tail give a hesitant, hopeful wag. You’d been inseparable since.
Back in the real world, you stared at the screen, mortified. Valko, Ko, adjusted his expensive cuffs, gave a polite nod to the press, and stepped away from the podium.
You couldn't get the VR set on fast enough, the sensory transition passing in a blur of blinding white pixels until your feet hit the wood floor of Ko’s cabin’s front porch. It was your day off, which meant you had a completely open schedule. Unfortunately, this also meant that you had nothing to distract yourself from dwelling on the fact that you had been calling a tech mogul a stray dog to his face for a year. Or that you'd accused him of hacking.
You didn't even bother going inside. Instead, you dropped onto the top step of the porch, wrapping your arms around your knees as you waited for him to log in. For twenty agonizing minutes, you sat there, staring at digital grass and felt the simulated breeze blowing through the clearing Ko’s cabin was situated in.
Suddenly, a chime interrupted the serenity, signaling the arrival of the owner of the cabin. In a blur of burgundy pixels, Valko’s avatar materialized just in front of the steps leading up the porch. Your head jerked up, watching him materialize in front of you.
He was wearing his wolf snout mask again, his massive greatsword securely strapped to his back. The second his boots hit the dirt, he registered your figure sitting on his stoop. A look of shock crossed his face.
“Did you watch the broadcast?” he asked, his deep baritone carrying a smug amusement.
You buried your face in your hands, groaning, more embarrassed than you cared to admit. God, you couldn't believe you had accused him of hacking.
“And what did you think?” Valko prodded.
“That I’m an idiot,” you lamented, your voice still muffled by your hands.
He chuckled, leaning down to pull your hands away from your face, the pout on your lips so endearing he felt his heart skip a beat. With your hands still in his, he pulled you up, leading the way into the cabin.
Your cheeks flamed. All you could focus on was the way his warm hand encapsulated yours so perfectly.
Inside, he removed the mask, letting it dissolve in a cloud of pixels, revealing the sharp curve of his lips in a smirk, his fangs flashing. “Y’know, I think you should make it up to me for calling me a hacker and a liar,” he teased, gearing up to once again pester you for those damn mushrooms.
You frowned, the floor suddenly the most interesting thing in the room. An uncomfortable guilt settled in your chest from your previous words. “‘M sorry, Valko,” you mumbled, barely looking up from the floorboards, like a child being scolded by a parent.
The grin fell from his face. He wasn't trying to actually make you feel bad, especially over something he wasn't even mad at. He certainly didn't want the first time he heard you say his name be because you were apologizing to him. “Ko,” he corrected bluntly. “I’m still your Ko. The version that you know is the authentic one. Nothing has really changed if you don't want it to.” He spoke earnestly, desperate to rectify the slight miscommunication and salvage your image of him.
You looked at him properly this time, searching his eyes for any hint of dishonesty. Finding none, you sighed, your shoulders slumping. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”
He considered the question for a moment. “Because then you would have treated me like the EonCore Tech chairman.”
You were taken aback by his answer, but considered his earlier words. He was still your Ko. “For someone who wanted to avoid being recognized, you sure didn't change much about your avatar.”
The return of your sly grin lifted a weight from his chest. “That’s what the mask is for, duh. I’ve seen you almost every day for a year, and you never suspected it. Even when I showed you my face, you assumed it was a skin. So obviously hiding in plain sight was a great plan, thank you.”
You rolled your eyes, happy that your companion was here to stay.
“In all seriousness,” he began again, the brief levity broken as soon as it had been established. “I thought about what you said the other day. I’ve proved who I am, and I was serious about wanting to meet you in person. But if you're still not comfortable, would you be open to a virtual date? We can do whatever you want, right here on the server.”
His tail gave a small, hopeful wag, his eyes wide and sincere as he awaited your answer. Warmth bloomed in your chest and spread across your face to the tips of your ears. Slowly, you shook your head.
Valko’s shoulders dropped instantly, his ears drooping and his tail becoming listless. He couldn't hide the abject disappointment fast enough. “That’s alright,” he said, forcing a smile, wishing he had never opened his mouth.
“No, Ko,” you laughed gently. “I’m declining the virtual date.”
He snapped his head towards you, his ears perking back up. “You mean-”
You nodded. “In person,” you confirmed. “If the offer still stands.”
A beamed at you, his bright smile lighting up his whole face with unbridled joy. “The offer absolutely stands.”
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The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside the restaurant. You had half expected some over-the-top, expensive restaurant with a month-long waiting list. Instead, Valko had sent you the address of a dimly lit, likely family-owned hole in the wall. It was cozy, the decor outdated and the booths a little worse for wear.
“Do you recognize it?”
You turned around. Standing near a corner booth was Valko— the real-world Valko. He was dressed down in a sweater with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, looking impossibly handsome despite the casual clothing.
You blinked, looking around the exposed brick walls and checkered tablecloths. “Oh my god,” you breathed, a bright smile breaking across your face. “It’s the tavern in the city center.”
Valko nodded, thoroughly pleased that you not only recognized it, but that it made you happy. The dinner passed in a blissful blur. Any lingering nervousness you had entirely dissolved in the first ten minutes. He was the same doting and slightly needy partner you had spent the better part of the past year falling for. He poured your drinks, pushed the bread basket closer to your side, and listened to everything you said with rapt attention, his eyes soft and full of unwavering fondness that made your cheeks flush.
As the night finally wrapped up, he offered to take you home. You guess you shouldn’t have been surprised that he had a personal driver, but you were still flustered when Valko himself held the door open for you, sliding in beside you.
“So, Mr. Chairman,” you hummed. “You kept your identity a secret, hid a message in a global broadcast, and built a replica of one of your favorite restaurants in-game. Any other surprises up your sleeve?”
Valko hesitated, diverting his attention to the passing streetlights before looking back at you, so pretty in a way your avatar hadn’t been able to capture. “Maybe one or two,” he chuckled. He redirected the conversation back to you, not quite ready to reveal the rest and wanting more than anything to arrange another date to get to know the you behind the avatar who taught him the mechanics of his own game and so jealously guarded her inventory.
When the car pulled up the curb in front of your apartment building, Valko reluctantly slid out of the seat, holding the door for you and offering his hand.
“Thank you for tonight,” you said. “I had a great time.”
Valko nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. Would you, uh,” he faltered, red spreading across his cheekbones. “Would you want to do this again?”
You giggled, over the moon that he seemed every bit as enamored with you as you were with him. “I’d love that.”
He let out a relieved huff, the nervous tension visibly leaving his shoulders. You bid your goodbyes, but you’d hardly taken two steps before you stopped wrestling with your own cowardice, shoving it down as you whirled back around to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. With a final, whispered goodbye, you hurried into the building, leaving Valko to stand there with his fingers lightly grazing the skin your lips had been on just moments prior.
His heart fluttered like a trapped hummingbird, soaring high as he climbed back into the car. His mind kept wandering back to what it felt like to have you close—for real this time, not like when you’d cozy up next to him on the couch of his cabin.
He ran his hand through his hair, his cheeks beginning to hurt from how much he had been smiling. As he watched the scenery pass by, he wondered when and how he should tell you that the fluffy ears and tail he wore as HowlKo weren’t just digital accessories.
he comes along with you to buy some new clothes and encourages you to try most of them on. you do, some of them, he says you’re beautiful each time you step outside the dressing room but even then your self doubt has the best of you and decide not to get anything. “i didn’t really need new clothes anyway” you simply shrug and you both go home, empty handed, with only insecurities clinging to you like leeches.
a couple of days later, he shows up to your house, with his hands holding bags you recognise. they’re from the shops you both went to the other day. he lets himself in once you open the door to tell you “i couldn’t let this go,” he leaves the bags on the floor, his now free hands holding your face as you melt into his palms, “why don’t you try them on again and show me? you looked so beautiful in all of them but i really want to have a first row seat for this personal runway”
So im a firm believer that Valko will be added to the game, so, to feed my own possible delusions, i'm gonna add him to my SaLads au nonsense.
Whenever you log off your scent goes away and it stresses Valko out the first few times. He's frantically sniffing Mc and for a bit thinks he's nose is broken. The others have to explain and reassure him that it's just us logging off for the day.
In my SaLads au, Sylus, and Caleb are the only two that have access to the camera outside of the AR photo time. I will now be adding Valko to this list. He's a nerd, it makes sense. He, unlike the others, isn't super keen on spying on you 24/7 but he will check in to make sure you're okay if you haven't logged in for the day.
When he's invited into the home the others have to warn him about Mc suddenly dropping. I said this in a previous post that when the player logs off Mc drops like a ragdoll. The others are used to it by now so they'll have to warn and comfort Valko when it happens.
His first glimpse of you leaves him speechless and he gets upset that he can't be there with you to give you the love you deserve. He'll be lovey with Mc, sure, but it's not like before. Now all he can think about is being able to hug and snuggle with you, the real you. With his ultimate science nerd knowledge he might be able to make that happen...
I didn't type out much, mainly bc it's late and im tired but i wanted to contribute to the Valko love. I really love him.
》 Summary: After being cancelled from the game, somehow, his fate doesn't end there as he found himself before a human… Crying for him?|
》 Warnings: Archiver is coping REAL HARD after infold’s announcement, reverse isekai(is this what you call when the fictional appears in your reality?), OOC, self-indulgent, a bit of hurt/comfort, does this count as self-aware? Cursing, they/them for the reader as they're mentioned in 3rd person but switches to 2nd person(you), possible cringe.|
》 Special Entry Mention/s : 4o_E
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Where was he?
He doesn't know.
All he remembers is having the time of his life with his beloved—MC—and… Nothing.
He couldn't see, hear, or feel anything.
What happened? Did he die?
If only he knew.
If only he knew he was in a game where its developers had decided to delete him from appearing in the game he sees as his world.
Where he was removed from the existence of that game.
He can only ponder what went wrong, what the hell even happened. Yet, his mind was only filled with questions rather than answers.
How long has he been in this vast nothingness? Nobody knows, and certainly not him.
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He soon heard voices.
“I don’t like him. He doesn’t fit the rest.” A voice echoed.
Huh? Were they talking about him?
“Why is he here? 5 LIs is already enough.”
‘LIs’? What's that?
And already enough? Did they mean they don't need another one?
“A werewolf? Really? He doesn't fit.”
…
They were talking about him.
“This game has lost the plot; why add another one?”
So, his life was only a part of a game?
Does that mean this whole void thing is him… Being removed?
That can't be it, right?
“They shouldn't have added another one.”
“I don't like his character.”
“They should remove him.”
…
…
…
So, that’s what this is.
He's a part of some game, together with 5 strangers…
But, now… He was being—no, already—removed.
Was that really his life?
But, looking back, what had he been doing?
Then, a chuckle.
“Heh…” he slowly said, “My life is already over before I can do anything, huh?”
No answer. No reply.
Just him and this void, all alone.
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Then, after god knows how long he had been floating—or falling, he doesn't know—he heard something.
Or someone.
A small gasp of air coming from another person. A sob.
He doesn't know where it was coming from, nor can he pinpoint it even with his wolf ears as his form changed, where his wolf-like ears are visible atop his head and his tail swaying behind him.
But he listened; whoever it was, they didn't seem very happy.
Then another sob came.
And soon, a name.
“... Valko…” the voice sobbed, and before Valko knew it, he was out of that unknown void.
He was somewhere, not exactly where he once was before suddenly being sent to a void, but the space gave him a weird sense of familiarity.
Where was he now?
Then, he heard it again.
A sniff this time, like someone was trying to hold it in after crying their heart out.
Slowly, he moved towards the sound, ending up moving towards the living room.
Another sniff, and a sigh, as a figure-you- was seen on the couch, now visible to Valko.
“Goddammit…” you cursed, seemingly wiping the tears off your eyes.
“Just when I thought he'd be released soon… Fuck…” you continued, not noticing the large man just a few feet away from them.
Then, it clicked.
Those voices, they were players of the game, and you were a player of the game.
But…
Why were you crying over him? Didn't you wish this?
“Fucking hell, those haters just want the downfall of the game… You fit the fucking standard; we already have a damn vampire dragon, what is there to lose if we add a werewolf?!” You rambled to yourself, pissed at the cancellation rather than celebrating like he expected based on the voices he heard.
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Valko couldn't say anything else, but-
“... Damn… I was removed?” Valko muttered, not realizing he had spoken what he had in mind, causing you to acknowledge him.
Turning around, you immediately went back, not giving any chance for whoever it was behind you, only to freeze on noticing who it was.
The man, to you, looked a lot like-
“Valko…” you whispered, eyes wide at the realization before shaking your head.
This cannot be true; he must be some cosplayer; he must be a really good cosplayer.
But, still, how did he get in?
“Who the hell are you?” You asked, cautious about who this person was that looked—and sounded—like Valko himself.
In reply, Valko raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, it's alright…” he started, “I know it might look like I broke in, but I swear, I have no idea how I got here too…” he tried explaining, but you weren't buying it.
“Look, all I knew was I was in a void and then I heard someone cry and now I'm here, alright?” Valko assured you further, not wanting to cause anything else than what is happening.
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“So, I am a character from a game…” Valko explained, muttering to himself as he took in the information.
After a lot of back and forth as well as a few explanations, you two came to a point to realize that one and the other is from another reality, one being from a game that the other plays.
“And I just got deleted?” he asked, his wolf ears twitching, tail lightly waving, but not from happiness.
You nodded, “Your character in-game got cancelled… Hence, you wouldn’t show up in the game for the moment,” you explained whilst eyeing the wolf features the man had.
This is THE Valko, after all.
“So… I’m dead basically…” Valko said in the calmest tone ever.
“I wouldn’t say dead, but-”
“But I’m here, so basically I’ll be under your care,” he abruptly cut you off.
Wait, what?
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“You took this in way too calmly…” You said, dumbfounded at how at home Valko appears in your living space like he was meant to be there.
“Well… I was removed from my reality—it seems— and then I’m here with you,” he said.
“And it’s you, so it means there has to be a reason why, out of everyone, I appear before you.”
“W-wait, still! You took in that information like it was nothing!” you retorted back, noticing how incredibly chill he is.
“Look, it’s better than the void I was in before getting in,” Valko replied, placing his hands on the back of his head as he leaned back against the arm of your couch.
Then, under his breath, he muttered, “Better than overhearing people say I shouldn’t even exist.”
Oh.
Oh.
The haters.
He must’ve meant them.
Not wanting to ruin his mood, you spoke up, “Well, it’s one side of the community; the global community wishes you to be there,” you explained.
“But, I’m here.”
“Currently, you are. But, maybe some other time, you’ll be back,” you reasoned.
“If that happens, what happens to you? Go back to loving somebody from another reality?”
“Better than watching that very same somebody being thrown out of their own reality, their own life.”
“...”
Valko huffed, shaking his head.
“That’s some sacrifice you’ll take,” he said, but you shook your head.
“Don’t go caring for me now, Valko,” you said, “Because if what I said is true, then best for you not to get attached.”
But what if I wanted to? Those were the words that echoed in Valko’s mind. He had only just met you, but the way you cared for him despite being a fictional being in your reality, it moved something in him.
Then, you spoke.
“For now… Let’s focus on helping you get used to this reality,” you said, then…
“Welcome home, Valko.”
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》 Archiver's Notes: Did I over exaggerate my reaction after seeing Valko’s cancellation? Yup. But was I heartbroken? Abso-fucking-lutely.
neuvillette who gets swept up in his emotions for you when he's balls deep inside you, an overwhelming flood of affection for you rising within him. he feels everything all at once and so intense he can't help the way his hips stutter or the way his hands cling to you extra tight. you're wrapped around him so tight and warm there's almost a swell of tears in his eyes. he's nuzzling his face into your neck when his hips still, and what follows is the feeling of being filled as he spills into you with a groan. you're dazed from pleasure but you can faintly pick up the sound of rain drops beginning to tap against the windows.
A popular vlogger uploads an episode of their near-death encounter with a wanderer, and the hunter that rescues them. AKA: the comments start thirsting over you and caleb finds out
thank you to everyone who has supported <3
In collaboration with AKSO hospital, a certain hunter demonstrates how to perform CPR. Unfortunately, the audience isn’t taking notes on what to do, but of who is doing it.
thank you to everyone who has supported! <3
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
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