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this is a headcanon (damn near a fanfic) post! (my first one so it's not perfect)

content warnings: cnc (dub con), chasing, power dynamics (possessiveness, physical and emotional control), secksual content, dark themes, omegaverse, lycanthropy, monster loving, blood

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🐺🩷 so, to set the mood and scene, you're in the woods with valko, just relaxing and casually talking under the glow of a full moon. his werewolf senses are heightened tonight, making everything feel more intense. as you're nearby, he suddenly catches a strong whiff of your scent, feeling it deeply. without warning, he reaches out, grabs your wrist, and takes a slow, deliberate inhale of your forearm. his voice drops to a low, intimate tone, barely more than a whisper, as he tells you how amazing you smell.

🐺🩷 you can't help but blush beneath his touch, his eyes locking onto yours as you glance up with innocent yet undeniably mischievous eyes. he leans closer, a wicked glint in his eyes, and whispers, “you should run, baby.” "oh?" you ask, a smile spreading across your face, fueled by a rush of adrenaline. with a slow, teasing motion, he caresses your jawline, locking his gaze with yours, and declares, “run. run as fast as you can. i’ll give you a five minute head start.” his voice drips with an intoxicating blend of possessive dominance. your heart races as questions flicker in your mind, and you instinctively begin to back away. he steps toward you, matching your pace with a confidence that sends shivers down your spine. “is there anything else I should know?” you ask, your breath quickening. he smirks, the thrill of the chase evident in his eyes. “every time i catch you, i take a piece of your clothing. how torn they’ll be depends on how you behave once i have you in my grasp.” as he begins to shed his own layers, every piece he removes seems to heighten the stakes, all while his gaze stays fixated on you as you dart deeper into the forest, the thrill of the hunt igniting your senses.

🐺🩷 you do as he says. you dash into the forest, heart racing as his piercing gaze locks onto you like a predator’s. each step quickens your pulse, a thrilling blend of fear and desire igniting within. you catch a glimpse of him transforming, muscles flexing with raw power, and your breath hitches. a haunting howl echoes through the trees, sending electrifying shivers down your spine. the forest comes alive with tension, pulling you deeper into its embrace as you grapple with the wild urge to flee and the magnetic draw back to him.

🐺🩷 he catches you four times, one time for each piece of clothing and always when you thought you had outsmarted him. through the quiet of the woods, (and you hiding as if that would work) he sought you out via your pretty, unique scent. first, it was the shirt. it was a soft, pretty piece that flattered you as you darted between trees. with a swift flick of his large, furry claw, it was in shreds before you could even register what was happening. then came the jeans, snug and perfect for a chase. but oh, how naïve you were to think they could withstand his playful grasp. he laughed as the fabric ripped apart, your mock protests echoing through the trees. the third time was the bra. if only you had known the game he was playing, you might have selected something sturdier. his condescending yet amused apologies danced in the air, each word dripping with mischief as he tenderly caressed your exposed skin. and now... now it was the underwear. a delicate piece that you had chosen with care for this escapade. you hadn't anticipated how torn you would be; both by his hands and by your own heart. as you darted off once more, exhilaration coursed through your veins like wildfire.

🐺🩷 in the heart of the forest, you find yourself completely naked, exposed just for him. as he approaches, he pulls you in closer, with your back to his front, his back thudding against the sturdy trunk of a tree. slowly, he lowers himself down, enveloping you in his warm, fuzzy embrace. the heat radiating from him wraps around you like a comforting blanket, igniting a thrill deep within. you can’t help but inhale his intoxicating scent, a mix of earthiness and something uniquely his. it sends waves of desire coursing through you, awakening every instinct as if the very essence of an omega is stirring within. (his pheromones triggered your heat oh my goddd)

now is the part where he absolutely ravages you upon this tree that he chose as your sex-ridden throne.

🐺🩷 (werewolf form) he can't get enough of you and when i say he can't get enough of you, girl, not enough. he's inhaling your scent, whether it be the sweet juices of the pretty part between your legs or your natural scent. he's all over you. he's licking you in places and slurping the juices you release. you are moaning out into the forest, screaming even, but he doesn't care because it's only you and him in the forest. as a werewolf, his voice is deep, growly, and rough. hearing him speak in this form actually ignites something in you. very carnal. very feral. "louder, baby. i want you louder." he pleads in that FINE FINE WEREWOLF VOICE. he licks your neck, then he leans down a bit forward and licks your chest. he leans back, admiring the view. then he takes a claw and slowly, infuriatingly slowly, drags it down your stomach, drawing a bit of blood, but that's nothing to him because he just licks it up. in general, there isn't a part of you that he WOULDN'T put in his mouth.

🐺🩷 (if he wasn't in werewolf form) he is pinning you against that tree and all he wants is you. that tunnel vision is for you. he plunges a middle finger and a ring finger up your hole. squelching and your juice is running down his hand and he can't help but groan in satisfaction at what he's dealing with. "i got you riled up like this?" his ass is so cocky. But he wouldn't dare let you finish like that. he slowly takes out his fingers, licks them, "you taste good. good thing youre all for me." after he praises you, he aligns himself with their entrance and he goes in (with protection), slowly, letting you adjust "does it hurt, baby?" You shake your head and give him the okay and wow, you are moaning out into the forest followed by the loud sound of skin slapping echoing through the forest and him whispering sweet secksy nothings in your ear with his voice in broken moans and breathless ones too. honestly, one of his favorite parts of you is definitely your neck because he gets another good whiff and bites down on it, claiming his territory on you. a bit of blood trickles down your soft skin, but he doesn't immediately lick that up. he just watches it drip down your skin. it adds something to the moment.

🐺🩷 when finishing, aftercare is important to him and always will be. "are you okay, my love? do you need water? i have some in my office up ahead." He asks you, followed by the sweetest, softest kiss on your cheek. "that'll be great, valky poo! (silly nickname) and you kiss his cheek in return. "can we do this again?" you ask him out of fake innocent curiosity. "same time next week?" he responds with, of course

okay all done, yay! this post gave me trouble 😭 i guess i shouldn't post it but i still will cause this took quite a bit of brain power lmao but i hope you enjoyed!

inspired by: haunting adeline, haunting dagger

Admin here! In the light of what's happening with Valko, I will continue posting the mini Calebs but will not use any of the tags of the game as I usually do. It will only be Caleb. I do apologize in advance if anyone searches my posts with the game name tag, but this is my decision to support the movement of "Bring Back Valko" and to not indulge with the game until they release our werewolf.

Thank you all for your support and love for the mini Calebs and let's hope that Valko will be released soon. 🫶

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