“‘course i do!” you smile brightly, “I’ve already decided I’ll come back to you as an armadillo when i die.” valko is stunned at how easily you answer the question, but he frowns at your words.

“you can’t die before me,” he says simply, like a fact he’d already set in stone. you laugh at his words, valkos ears pin to his head as he furrows his brows and tightens his grip around you. “I’m serious dollface i-i can’t— I won’t be able to live without you.”

your laughter stops as you look at your lover, heart clenching as you see the tears in his eyes. you’re quick to place a flurry of kisses to his face, finally capturing his lips in yours before pulling away. valko is quiet as he stares up at you, endless thoughts running in his head are immediately silenced when you speak again.

“okay, Val,” you reassure him, letting your head rest on his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“in another life—” valko whines at your words, “one where we have both died and are reincarnated,” his tail wags. “if i was a bug and came to you, would you still love me?”

you expect his rumble of laughter, for him to say that was the silliest question you’d asked yet. but it never comes. instead he grins, pulls you impossibly closer to him and kisses your temple.

“i would carry you in a small jar everywhere i went and i would show you the world, my cutie bug,” his voice is softer than usual, and his response makes your breath catch on your throat.

“if i was a worm?” you push further, he smiles.

“worm or not, you’re still my soulmate dollface,” he says easily, like it was a known fact, common sense. it was for him, common sense, his love for you was much too large and too deep for the universe to ignore, it would always bring the two of you together. “you’d love me if i was an annoying parrot?”

the tears that once pricked your eyes disappear at his words. “of course i would! you would be perched on my shoulders always,” you smile, looking up at your lover and smiling.

valko hums in satisfaction, letting his eyes close.

you’re about to speak up again, to ask if he loves you because of your looks or your brains, but a small snore cuts you off. you crane you neck as best you can, his eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open and face completely relaxed.

you wiggle slightly, making yourself comfortable once more. valko’s arms tighten around you subconsciously. yeah, the red string of fate was wound tightly between the two of you, not even death will do you part.

masterlist

Valko, who went on a twenty-minute, painfully nerdy rant about the difference between dogs and wolves when you teasingly snatched the last chocolate milk from him because “chocolate is poisonous to dogs.”

Valko, who ended that rant with “Besides, I am a werewolf. That is a major difference,” as though that single line somehow settled the entire argument.

Valko, who dramatically plopped onto the floor with his back facing you, ears drooping and tail lying lifelessly beside him while letting out the most pitiful little whines after you drank the last chocolate milk staring at him

Valko, who tried very hard to ignore you, when you began playfully poking him, only to fail miserably when you scratched his ear.

Valko, who tried to playfight with you just to save a bit of dignity.

Valko, who then realized that during the scuffle you somehow ended up lying on his lap, desperately trying to swat his hands away while giggling.

Valko, who immediately stopped and looked away, covering his stupid smile with a hand and hoping you would not notice his bright red ears.

Valko, who once corrected a documentary out loud for an entire hour. You sat beside him eating popcorn, while he became progressively more passionate over “bad research.” By the end, you weren't watching the documentary anymore. You were watching him.

Valko, who now refuses to watch certain wildlife programs with you unless he gets to provide commentary, because otherwise he will spend the whole time muttering corrections under his breath like a very handsome, very irritated professor.

Valko, who somehow managed to turn every casual conversation into an hour-long lecture about mythology, ecology, ancient history, astronomy, programming, obscure game mechanics and whatever was holding his interest at the moment. And you actually enjoyed listening even if you could understand maybe twenty percent of it.

Valko, who lights up every single time you ask, “Can you explain that?” because nobody has ever given him permission to infodump quite so enthusiastically.

Valko, who always apologizes halfway through one of his rambles with, “Sorry, I'm talking too much.” Only for you to answer, “No, keep going.” He falls in love with you all over again.

Valko, who reads otome games alongside you, somehow always managing to get the perfect ending for each route on his first try without ever using a guide.

Valko, who teases you mercilessly for your unexplainable ability to get only the bad endings on your first attempt.

Valko, who sulks and whines when, in retaliation, you start fangirling over every werewolf love interest.

Valko, who discovered that the quickest way to lose every coherent thought in his head was for you to scratch behind both ears at the same time while quietly telling him he was a good boy. His brain simply disconnects.

Valko, who gets flustered whenever you call him adorable, because he is a terrifying alpha wolf chairman mastermind, not some domesticated fluffball.

Valko, who is, unfortunately for his pride, also very much a domesticated fluffball in your apartment.

Valko, who loves making spreadsheets. He once found a simple notepad file with a list of games you wanted to buy. An hour later it had turned into an elaborate color-coded spreadsheet with release dates, genres, platforms, prices, estimated discount prices, review scores, and little notes like “wait for sale” and “high priority.”

Valko, who enthusiastically built an entire spreadsheet ranking every board game the two of you owned by complexity, average game length, replayability, strategic depth, and “relationship damage potential.”

 Valko, who unconsciously mirrors your posture. You cross your legs. So does he. You stretch. He stretches. You catch him doing it.

“...I can explain.”

“You really can't.”

Valko, who became ridiculously excited whenever the two of you visited a museum. He somehow knew something about every single exhibit. You'd quietly wander behind him while he bounced from display to display, happily explaining obscure historical details with enough enthusiasm to accidentally attract a small crowd of strangers. He wouldn't notice until someone applauded.

Valko, who panicked the second he found you curled up in a ball on the couch because your cramps had hit you hard. The sheer terror on his face made it look like you were minutes away from dying, when in reality you were just in pain and trying not to cry into a blanket.

Valko, who immediately called several of his cousins to cross-reference every possible tip for helping you. Heat pack? Done. Tea? On it. Snacks? Already on the way. Painkillers? He had three different brands lined up like he was preparing for a medical emergency.

Valko, who got teased mercilessly by his cousins for his overreaction, because he had kept them company during their own periods before. “It’s different when it’s her, okay?” he snapped, only to go red-faced the second everyone started laughing harder.

Valko, who hovered for the rest of the evening like an anxious guard dog, bringing you water, medicine, your favorite snacks and a blanket you did not even remember asking for.

Valko, who hated it whenever your period happened to fall on a full moon week, because that meant there would be a full twenty-four hours where he could not be by your side to help you. And that was completely unacceptable.

Valko, who seriously debated locking himself in a bunker during every full moon, because he was terrified his instincts would somehow drag him straight to you.

Valko, who spent weeks designing increasingly ridiculous containment plans. Reinforced steel doors. Silver-lined restraints. Automated sedative dispensers. His family eventually confiscated the blueprints after realizing he was actually considering building the thing.

Valko, who, despite knowing full well that you accepted him, still acted like a tragic little beast every time a full moon approached, because he kept imagining the worst-case scenarios and convincing himself he had to protect you from himself.

Valko, who appeared on your balcony during a full moon anyway, because he couldn't control himself.

Valko, who broke your couch within five minutes by enthusiastically flopping onto it and rolling all over the cushions, breathing in your scent with complete bliss.

Valko, who woke up the next morning surrounded by the remains of your couch and immediately entered a state of complete panic.

Valko, who almost passed out when you simply giggled and told him he was “really adorable and fluffy.”

Valko, who spent the next hour cursing the full moon to hell and back while hacking into every street camera in the city to locate and delete footage of a giant wolf running through the streets, and simultaneously ordering a replacement couch for you.

Valko, who loudly celebrates every single one of your victories like you'd just won an Olympic medal.

“You beat the boss!”

“It was a tutorial.”

“A WIN IS A WIN.”

Valko, whose cousins have started a betting pool over when he's finally going to say “I love you.”

Valko, who insists they're all wrong.

“I'll say it when the moment is perfect.”

“You've had, like, forty perfect moments.”

“They weren't perfect enough.”

Valko, who secretly had an entire folder on his computer titled Potential Confessions v38 (FINAL) (Actually Final). Inside were dozens of confession drafts. There was also a folder called Potential Confessions v39 (FINAL FOR REAL THIS TIME). And another called Potential Confessions FINAL FINAL DEFINITELY. None of them had been used yet.

Valko, who somehow managed to turn researching “cute date ideas” into a twelve-hour rabbit hole that ended with him reading historical papers about medieval courtship rituals because he wanted to know where modern dating traditions came from. He forgot to actually plan the date.

Valko, who starts noticing every little sign that you love him back but refuses to assume. Because what if he is wrong? What if he ruins something precious? So instead, he waits. And waits. And waits. Despite everyone around him screaming that you are practically already married.

Valko, who eventually decides that it’s time. He takes your hand, clears his throat, and says, “I have calculated every possible future in which I do not tell you this tonight, and every single one ends in regret. Therefore, by the laws of probability, emotional attachment and the extremely compelling data gathered over the past several months, the statistically correct conclusion is that I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.”

Valko, who looks one step away from passing out because you stare at him with the softest expression in the world and say, “That was the nerdiest love confession I have ever heard.”

Valko, who feels he is about to combust, when you blush and whisper “I love you too”.

Valko, who later admits, very quietly, that he had been terrified of saying it wrong. And you just take his face in your hands and tell him he said it perfectly.

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.

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“‘course i do!” you smile brightly, “I’ve already decided I’ll come back to you as an armadillo when i die.” valko is stunned at how easily you answer the question, but he frowns at your words.

“you can’t die before me,” he says simply, like a fact he’d already set in stone. you laugh at his words, valkos ears pin to his head as he furrows his brows and tightens his grip around you. “I’m serious dollface i-i can’t— I won’t be able to live without you.”

your laughter stops as you look at your lover, heart clenching as you see the tears in his eyes. you’re quick to place a flurry of kisses to his face, finally capturing his lips in yours before pulling away. valko is quiet as he stares up at you, endless thoughts running in his head are immediately silenced when you speak again.

“okay, Val,” you reassure him, letting your head rest on his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“in another life—” valko whines at your words, “one where we have both died and are reincarnated,” his tail wags. “if i was a bug and came to you, would you still love me?”

you expect his rumble of laughter, for him to say that was the silliest question you’d asked yet. but it never comes. instead he grins, pulls you impossibly closer to him and kisses your temple.

“i would carry you in a small jar everywhere i went and i would show you the world, my cutie bug,” his voice is softer than usual, and his response makes your breath catch on your throat.

“if i was a worm?” you push further, he smiles.

“worm or not, you’re still my soulmate dollface,” he says easily, like it was a known fact, common sense. it was for him, common sense, his love for you was much too large and too deep for the universe to ignore, it would always bring the two of you together. “you’d love me if i was an annoying parrot?”

the tears that once pricked your eyes disappear at his words. “of course i would! you would be perched on my shoulders always,” you smile, looking up at your lover and smiling.

valko hums in satisfaction, letting his eyes close.

you’re about to speak up again, to ask if he loves you because of your looks or your brains, but a small snore cuts you off. you crane you neck as best you can, his eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open and face completely relaxed.

you wiggle slightly, making yourself comfortable once more. valko’s arms tighten around you subconsciously. yeah, the red string of fate was wound tightly between the two of you, not even death will do you part.

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