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[sunsetagain]

Finding a metal pull tab means you get to open something? You should be careful, I'm a person, not a soda can.

[mwphisto]

I was trying to be hopeful, and I think part of me was still in a heavy state of denial throughout this whole experience. The "coming soon" has officially been removed from the love interest selection screen.

I understand there is a lot more going on than what meets the eye. This is more than infold just "ignoring us" because they are under heavy fire right now not only from fans but from their own government. In that sense, I doubt they are able to be on social media the way they were before this entire smear campaign ruined LaDs image.

But let's be real, Infold gave them everything they needed for that campaign to succeed. And then still had the audacity to kneel when enough pressure was forced down upon them.

I have not logged into Love and Deepspace since the "message to all players" notice was posted on their socials. I am someone who has been playing this game for nearly 2 years - I am just a week shy of my 2 year anniversary - and over these two years I think I have only missed logging in a total of 5 times. It's upsetting to see a game I have dedicated so much time and money into just... burst into flames?

Especially since I truly love the characters they created - despite all of the games very obvious flaws. Not only with farming and updates, but with their blatant ignorance in the color selection for darker skinned players and the shadow and lighting issues for darker skinned players.

I hope those of you who wanted Valko removed are very happy with this outcome. Because you have truly ruined the game, perhaps all Otome games in general because they are cracking down so severely not just on LaDs but on censorship overall.

It is very likely we will never get another spicy banner or secret time. I mean they are already fucking with the rerun schedule, they skipped no defense zone and misty invasion and leapt to wander in wonder??

Gee I wonder why... I hope all you "we won!" people are happy with your fucking prizes. Dumb asses, was this really worth it?

If this is truly our outcome moving forward, the game is ruined. The main story is fucked, the plot is all screwed up, they can't even run their rerun schedule the way they were supposed to, and now all we got is this fucking 3000 gb house no one asked for. You sure won alright.

I'm being so pessimistic rn y'all but I'm so fucking pissed, we should be getting Valko tomorrow. We should be getting new poses, new interactions, a new main story branch. We should be getting a free four star, free five star, free diamonds, free crates with new myths. Instead we're getting the biggest fucking nothing burger update.

Fuck y'all for real.

[humanjarvis]

we see the same moon

“i hate that i have to go.”

“you've conquered the business trip a million times before, mr. chairman. why hate it now?”

“before, i didn’t have you.”

“oh?” smiling gently, you reach out to cup valko's cheek. he lies across from you on the mattress, trusting you’ll share the burden of his distress. 

“in the first month after mating, wolves have a hard time being away from the one they’re fated to.” he gives a halfhearted chuckle. “i guess you could say i’m a little attached.”

“i’m a little attached to you, too.” you pinch his nose, and his eyes cross slightly when they focus on your fingers. he tries to lick them, but you dodge just in time. “nothing wrong with that.”

“except i lied just now,” he blurts nervously. if he expects a reaction from you, he doesn’t get it. you knew that already. “it’s more than a little. it’s a lot—a whole lot. and now, it feels like i’ll never see you again.” his voice is hoarse, strained, like this has been weighing on him for some time.

humming softly, you sit up on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. as you reach out to stroke his hair, gold eyes glisten up at you.

“i know this is new for us, and i know that it’s scary. but i like to think of it…as a way for the world to show us how close we really are.

“whenever we’re apart, look up at the sky. look at the stars and any clouds left behind. then, look at the moon. look at its peaks and its craters, and every beam it shines down on us. and know that whatever you see, i see it, too.” 

as your words become images, flashing and fading in his mind, valko struggles to keep his eyes open. this is the last time he’ll see you like this for two weeks, after all, and he wants the memory etched there forever. but your voice has lulled him to sleep before, and he won't start resisting you now. 

“think of how much you'll have to tell me when you get home,” you whisper. “‘when,’ not ‘if,’ valko. focus on that. let when drive you forward. let when bring you back to me.”

──────

it’s been six days since your eyes last met.

now, on the top floor of a hotel in a city whose name is buried below thoughts of you, valko looks at the moon. 

he breathes one, two, three, four, just like you taught him before he boarded. 

then, he closes his eyes. 

he hears the low hum of the refrigerator, feels the friction of his suit jacket too tight against his skin. he smells the foreign air, crisp and clean, though missing something sedative. 

when he next opens his eyes, the moon looks a little different. a little more like home.

in it, valko sees you.

your strength, your brilliance, your persistence and perseverance. your miraculous existence, like you're too good to be true. 

if the moon is your essence, it’s your appearance, too. little by little, it reflects your face back to him: how it shines like your smile; how it has its own scars, like the ones fading on your skin. how it’s steady and calm, like your favorite expressions to show him. 

all its facets combine to paint a picture of you in the sky—one he now knows he can take with him anywhere. 

before, you'd told him that you see the same moon.  but when you look up at the sky at night, who do you see? does your moon look like him, too? 

do you see him in the stars, like he sees you? 

the mere thought brings a welcome feeling to his chest, one he thought he'd be missing for a few days longer. 

it’s warm, it’s weightless. 

comfort. 

valko never thought he’d feel comfort while being apart from you. 

but for the first time since he arrived, he turns his back to the moon. he feels safe doing it, knowing you’re there to watch over him with that soft, encouraging smile. 

and you, he hopes, see his face shining down at you, soothing you to a restful sleep.  

maybe your moons are different after all. 

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

For the Valko requests, I would love to see some cute family fluff between MC, Valko, his cousins, grandma, and his sister (I think he had a sister in his lore, correct me if I am wrong), because I want to see how MC would get along with Valko's family. 🐺

𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

synopsis: when valko brings you home for the first time, he warns you about everything: his grandmother’s food, his sister’s stare, his cousin’s stories, the family jokes that always cut too close. he forgets to warn you that love in his house is not gentle or quiet, but loud, practical, mercilessly observant, and served warm at the kitchen table. cw/tw: valko x reader. very soft domestic fluff. light family teasing. read here: ao3 ⋅ tumblr

Valko lost his nerve three steps from the door.

It was a small death, but you saw it happen; the brave lift of his chin, the twitch in his jaw, the small, tragic collapse of his entire face when a crash came from inside the house.

His hand tightened around yours.

“Dobro,” he said.

Another crash.

From inside, and older woman called, “If that's my good plate, I will put someone in the ground before supper.”

Valko closed his eyes. You turned toward him.

He opened one eyes. “She loves plates.”

“More than people?”

“Depends on the people.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, and relief moved through him all at once, softening his shoulders, loosening the frightened line of his mouth. He'd been nervous all morning. Badly nervous. Valko, who could grin with blood on his teeth and make danger look like a door he'd simply forgotten to knock on, had spent the whole walk here giving you warnings no sane person could have prepared for.

Do not let Mika read your palm. He makes things up and then believes them.

Do not compliment Baba's curtains unless you want curtains.

Do not say you're full.

And, most importantly, if anyone mentions the soup incident, Valko had said, grave as a condemned man, they're lying.

You had asked what the soup incident was.

He had started to walk faster.

Now he stood before the old wooden door with your fingers caught in his, trying to look calm and producing, somehow, the exact expression of a wolf about to be bathed.

“Valko,” you said softly.

“Yes?”

“You're shaking.”

“I'm not shaking.”

“You are.”

“I’m containing myself.”

“From what?”

“Hereditary embarrassment.”

The door flew open.

A girl about his age stood on the other side, dark-eyed and grinning, with flour on her cheek and murder in her posture. She took one look at Valko’s hand around yours, then lifted her gaze to his face with the slow delight of someone finding a knife exactly where she had hoped one would be.

A slow smile cut across her face.

“Oh,” she smirked. “So this is why you changed your shirt twice.”

Valko made a sound. Small, wounded, entirely unlike a wolf.

“I changed once.”

“You changed twice. The first shirt was the blue one. The second was the one that made you look like you were going to court. This...This is the third.”

His ears went red.

The woman held out her hand to you. “Milena. His sister.”

“Unfortunately,” Valko added.

“Fortunately. Without me, you'd still think soap is optional in winter.”

“It isn't optional.”

“Because of me.”

You took Milena's hand. Her grip was warm, firm, and full of judgement she hadn't yet decided to use.

Behind her, the house breathed out heat. Bread, onions, some in old wood, something sweet cooling on a counter. There were voices everywhere, layered and crossing. One person laughing while another complained, a child humming under a table, chairs scraping, a kettle whistling like a bird losing patience.

Milena stepped aside. “Come in before Baba starts saying we were raised by wolves.”

Valko muttered, “We were.”

She looked at him. “And still, some of us learned manners.”

You crossed the threshold. The house was smaller than the noise made it seem, or maybe the noise had simply learned to fill every corner. Framed photographs climbed the walls in crooked rows. Herbs hung drying above the kitchen window. Nothing matched, and yet everything looked touched, mended, argued over... kept.

Valko leaned close as he helped you out of your coat.

“Last chance,” he whispered. “We can run.”

You looked past him to where an old woman stood near the stove, hands folded over her apron, watching you with bright, wolfish eyes.

“Too late,” you whispered back. “I think she heard you.”

“I hear everything,” the old woman said.

Valko went still.

Milena smiled into her shoulder.

The old woman crossed the kitchen with the slow authority of someone who had ruled this house before any of them had teeth. She was small, broad in the shoulders, silver-haired, with flour on her wrist and no softness wasted in her face. The softness, you realised, was elsewhere. In the bread covered by a towel, in the chair pulled out before you reached it, in the way Valko lowered his head without being asked when she came close.

“Baba,” he said, and for the first time that day, his voice lost its jokes.

She, of course, ignored him.

Instead, she took your face between both hands.

Her palms smelled of rosemary, yeast, and soap. Her thumbs rested beneath your cheekbones, and for one strange second the whole house seemed to lean closer. The cousins, the kettle, the old boards, even Valko, holding his breath beside you.

“So,” Baba Vesna said. “You are the reason he forgets to eat.”

“I eat,” Valko protested.

Teta Marika appeared by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. “You came here last week, opened the pantry, stared at a sack of potatoes for six minutes, then said, ‘I wonder what she’s doing.’”

“That was taken out of context.”

“What was the context?” you asked, because love had made you brave and terrible.

Valko looked betrayed. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

A boy leaning backwards on his chair nearly lost balance from laughing, another cousin caught the chair by its back without looking up from peeling an apple.

Baba Vesna patted your cheek once and released you. “Sit, dušo. Eat something before my family embarrass me properly.”

Valko gave a strangled laugh. “Before?”

No one listened to him.

You were placed at the long wooden table as if the decision had been made before you arrived. A bowl appeared, then bread, then butter, then a small plate of pickled vegetables. Teta Marika, Valko's aunt, kissed the air beside your cheeks and took the small gift you had brought. Mika announced that he already knew your favourite colour from Valko’s face. Luka told him that was the stupidest sentence ever spoken in the kitchen, which Mika accepted as praise. The little one beneath the table emerged, solemn and bread-dusted, and introduced himself as Niko.

“Are you going to marry him?” Niko asked.

Valko walked directly into the side of a chair.

The whole kitchen paused. You pressed your lips together.

Milena leaned against the doorway, radiant with cruelty. “Careful, Niko. Val only has two knees.”

“Niko,” Teta Marika turned from the stove, wooden spoon in hand. “We ask guests if they want juice first.”

Niko nodded, absorbing this etiquette with grave importance. “Do you want juice before you marry him?”

Valko covered his face with both hands. You bit down on your smile so hard it almost hurt. This wasn't what you had expected.

Some foolish, frightened part of you had imagined a den in the old sense. Teeth, watchful eyes, a family arranged around blood and law, waiting to decide whether your bones could be allowed near theirs. Valko had never spoken of them casually. Whenever he said home, something tender and embarrassed moved through him, as though the word itself had fingers and knew exactly where to touch.

Now you sat beneath a crooked lamp while his grandmother tore bread with her hands and put the first piece on your plate.

“Eat,” Baba Vesna said.

You obeyed.

The bread was warm enough to steam between your fingers. The crust cracked softly, butter melted into it in golden lines. Across the table, Valko watched you take the first bite as if your mouth held judgment from heaven.

You chewed. Swallowed.

“It’s delicious.”

Baba Vesna clicked her tongue. “Of course it is wonderful. I made it.”

Mika leaned towards you. “He talked about you after the market yesterday.”

Valko’s hand hit the table. “No.”

“Yes, you did” Luka said sticking his tongue out.

“No.”

“You said, and I quote, 'she chooses fruit with such care'.”

The table went quiet for half a breath, your hand stilled around the bread. Valko looked at Luka as if betrayal had entered the room wearing his cousin’s face.

“That was private.”

“You said it in the kitchen.”

“That makes it private.”

Milena sat across from you and rested her chin in her hand. “He also said you have kind hands.”

Valko’s mouth opened, nothing came out. Your heart did something foolish inside your chest.

The teasing had worked him bright and flustered, but beneath it, something softer trembled. He was embarrassed, yes. Horribly, so. Beautifully, so. Yet the thing underneath was more dangerous than shame. This was exposure. A curtain pulled open in a room he had spent so long keeping dim.

He had spoken of you here.

At this table. In this warm, loud house. To these people who teased him because they knew what he looked like with no armour on. He had brought you home long before he ever brought your body through the door.

Baba Vesna filled your bowl with soup.

“He was always like this,” she said.

“Baba, please.”

“He was a strange child,” she said.

Valko groaned. “Please.”

“A sweet child,” Teta Marika corrected.

“A dramatic child,” Luka said.

“A biting child,” Milena added.

Valko pointed at her. “You bit first.”

“You looked biteable.”

“You see what I mean?” Valko turned to you with helpless outrage. “This is what I survived.”

There was love in it, the kind that had been cooked too long and reduced into something strong enough to stain. They spoke to him as if they had known every version of him and chosen, again and again, to keep putting food in front of whichever one came home.

You looked at him while he argued with Mika about whether a stolen spoon counted as a childhood trauma.

He caught you looking. For a moment, the noise thinned.

There he was.

Valko with his hair refusing every law of decency. Valko trying so hard to survive his own family and failing beautifully. His eyes met yours with a nervous brightness that made you want to reach across the table and be cruel to every fear that had ever found him.

Then Niko pointed his spoon at you.

“Are you keeping him?”

The kitchen stopped.

Valko made a tiny sound into his bowl.

Milena closed her eyes as if praying for patience and finding none. “Niko.”

“What? Mika said maybe she is keeping him.”

His gaze dropped to the table, to the bread by his hand, to the small old cuts in the wood. The blush still clung to him, but it had changed into something quieter now. Hope, perhaps. Or terror wearing hope’s coat.

You could have laughed. Everyone would have let you. It would have been easy to throw the question back into the room like a toy and watch them tear it apart.

Instead, beneath the table, you found Valko’s hand.

His fingers closed around yours at once.

“I’d like to,” you said.

The house held itself still for half a breath.

Then Baba Vesna nodded, once, as if some old contract had been signed in soup and honey.

“Good,” she said. “He is difficult, but warm.”

Valko bowed his head.

His shoulders shook.

At first you thought he was upset. Then you realised he was laughing, quietly, helplessly, with one hand over his mouth and the other holding yours under the table like he meant to keep it there until winter.

Mika groaned. “Ah, look at him. Finished. Completely finished.”

Milena reached for the pickles. “Good. He needed finishing.”

Teta Marika smiled into her tea. “Eat more, zlato. You will need strength.”

“For Valko?” you asked.

“For all of us.”

Dinner became less a meal than a storm with chairs.

Bowls moved, hands reached, stories climbed over one another and died unfinished because someone remembered a better accusation. Luka asked you practical questions in a calm voice: where you liked to walk, whether Valko had shown you the old river path, whether he still pretended not to like sweet things. Mika tried to read your palm and declared that you were fated to own a troublesome dog.

“That's just Valko,” Milena said.

“I am not a dog.”

“True,” Luka said. “Dogs listen.”

Valko began quietly placing the best pieces of food on your plate.

A soft carrot, the inside of the bread, a dumpling he pretended to move away from himself and somehow abandoned beside your spoon. He was not subtle. He had never been subtle. He was a wolf trying to hide a whole deer behind a napkin.

You noticed on the fourth offering.

His family noticed on the first.

Baba Vesna said nothing until Valko tried to give you the last honey cake. Then she leaned back in her chair and looked at him over her tea.

“Ah,” she said.

Valko froze.

It was one syllable. It landed like a bell.

“What?” he said.

“No, no.” She waved him off. “Continue. Starve for romance. Very noble.”

Mika threw his head back.

You picked up the honey cake before Valko could die at the table and broke it in two, placing half on his plate. “There,” you said. “No starving.”

He looked at the cake.

Then he looked at you.

His expression opened in a way that made the room, somehow, feel too small for your heart. It opened with that unguarded, bewildered softness he sometimes gave you when kindness arrived before he had prepared himself to receive it.

Milena saw it.

Her teasing quieted.

For a moment, she only watched him with something old and protective in her face.

Then she stood. “Come help me with plates.”

Valko blinked. “Me?”

“Her.” Milena pointed at you.

Valko frowned. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That's not a reason.”

“It has worked on you for years.”

You rose before he could protest again. Milena took two plates from the table and handed you none of them, which told you at once that this had nothing to do with helping.

She led you down a narrow hallway lined with photographs.

Behind you, Valko’s voice rose. “Do not interrogate her.”

The hallway smelled faintly of beeswax and dried herbs. The noise of the kitchen softened behind you, still there, still golden, but now wrapped in walls. Milena stopped by a window overlooking the yard and leaned her hip against the sill.

For the first time all evening, she let the smile leave her face.

“He likes you,” she said.

You smiled gently. “I got that impression.”

“No.” Her eyes flicked towards the kitchen. “He likes people easily. He likes old men who tell bad stories, stray cats that scratch him, children who throw rocks at windows because they want attention. Valko is built stupid that way.”

A laugh escaped you.

Milena folded her arms.

“He brings things home,” she continued. “Broken things, angry things. Things he thinks no one else will be gentle with.” Her gaze moved towards the kitchen, where Valko’s voice lifted in protest. “He does not bring people home.”

Your throat tightened.

From the kitchen, Valko shouted, “It wasn't soup. It was stew.”

Mika shouted back, “Stew cannot make a grown man cry.”

“I was overwhelmed by flavour.”

Milena closed her eyes for one second. “Bože, give me strength.”

You laughed softly.

She looked at you again, sharper now.

“He was nervous all week,” she said. “Changed his shirt three times. Asked me if the house smelled too much like onions. Asked Luka if his laugh was strange. Asked Baba if she could please not tell the story about the goat.”

“The goat?”

“Later.” A faint smile touched her mouth. “Maybe never.”

You glanced back towards the kitchen.

He had asked if his laugh was strange.

Something in you ached with such tenderness that it almost felt like anger.

You looked down.

“He didn’t need to worry,”

“He is clumsy with precious things,” she said. “Because he thinks his hands are only good for breaking them, even when he is careful. Especially then.”

“So be kind,” she said. “Or be cruel quickly. He will survive either, but I prefer to know which one I’m dealing with.”

There it was.

The knife under the table. The love with its teeth intact. You didn't resent her for it, you thought, strangely, that you liked her more for it.

“I’m not here to hurt him,”

“Most people aren’t, at first.”

“Milena.”

Milena’s gaze narrowed.

“I don’t know what I’m doing with him,” you admitted.

“With any of this,” you continued. “He makes everything feel…” You searched for the word and hated every pretty one that came. Fated. Wild. Tender. All too polished for the mess he made of your heart. “He makes everything feel like I’ve been walking past a door my whole life, and he is the idiot who opened it with his shoulder.”

Milena stared at you.

Then she laughed once, sharp and startled.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re gone too.”

You looked down, caught.

She seemed satisfied. “Good.”

“Is that approval?”

“That is me deciding not to be difficult.”

“You were being difficult?”

“Dušo,” she said, and now her smile had teeth in it, “I was being polite.”

When you returned to the kitchen, Valko was waiting near the doorway as if he had tried to remain seated and failed.

His eyes moved from you to Milena. “What did you say to her?”

Milena walked past him. “That you were adopted.”

“I’m not.”

“Emotionally, you're a wet dog we found in the rain.”

He watched her go, wounded on principle, then turned to you with genuine concern. “What did she actually say?”

You reached up and brushed flour from his sleeve. “That you’re warm.”

“That was Baba.”

“Family consensus.”

His mouth twitched. “You are enjoying this.”

“I am.”

“You were supposed to be intimidated.”

“By Mika?”

“By the bloodline. The history. The general atmosphere of teeth.”

“Mika told me my palm says I’ll own a dog.”

Valko sighed.

You reached up and plucked the dish towel from his shoulder. “You have flour on your sleeve.”

He looked down, surprised, as if his own body had been making decisions without him. Then he looked back at you, and the kitchen noise faded once more, though this time it was only the two of you making the world small.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

The question was casual enough for anyone else to miss the tremor underneath. You heard it. The naked, waiting part. You thought of his hand shaking outside the door. Baba Vesna taking your face between her palms, of bread steaming in your fingers, of honey cake divided in two, of Milena saying he doesn't bring people home.

“I’m all right,” you said. “Are you?”

Valko smiled too quickly. “I’m alive.”

“That wasn’t the question.”

His smile softened.

For once, he did not joke immediately. It cost him something. You could see it in the way his fingers flexed at his side, reaching for mischief and finding courage instead.

“I wanted them to like you,” he said. “I wanted you to like them.”

“I do”

“I wanted…” He stopped, then laughed under his breath. “I don’t know. Something stupid.”

He looked towards the kitchen, where his family had resumed their noise without mercy. Mika was accusing Luka of stealing the larger piece of cake. Baba Vesna had taken down a tin from the highest shelf, probably containing either biscuits or secrets.

“Valko, stop hiding her. I have photographs.”

Horror returned to his face with magnificent speed.

“No.”

“Yes,”

“No photographs.”

“Naked baby photos,” Mika added.

Valko went pale. “You do not have those.”

Teta Marika’s voice drifted after him, serene and deadly. “We have everything.”

He grabbed your hand. “We’re leaving.”

You let him pull you three steps before Baba Vesna appeared in the doorway holding a small album to her chest.

“Sit,” she said.

Valko sat.

It was remarkable how quickly a wolf could become a grandson.

For the next hour, they showed you the evidence of his life.

Valko missing two front teeth and glaring at the camera as though betrayed by dentistry. Valko asleep under the table with one hand buried in a dog’s fur. Valko at thirteen, all elbows and outrage, holding a fish half his size while crying because he had to put it back.

There was Valko covered in mud, Valko wearing a paper crown, Valko with Milena’s arm hooked around his neck while he pretended to hate her and leaned into her anyway. Valko standing beside Baba Vesna in the garden, holding a basket of tomatoes like he had been entrusted with the fate of nations.

Each photograph was another small door.

You had known him in pieces: the grin, the hunger, the awkward tenderness, the jokes he threw like branches over deep water. Here was the rest of him. Here was the child who had survived becoming himself because these hands had fed him, scolded him, dragged him upright, and remembered his softness when he tried to outgrow it.

At some point, while everyone argued over whether the goat incident happened before or after the soup incident, Valko bent close to you.

“You don’t have to keep looking,” he murmured.

You turned a page.

A tiny Valko stared up from the album, holding a wooden spoon like a sword.

“Yes,” you said. “I do.”

He stared at you.

Then, very briefly, he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

It lasted only a second. A shy, exhausted surrender. No one commented on it, though you knew every person in the room saw. That seemed to be another house rule. They would mock the wound, yes, but they protected the pulse.

Later, when the cups were cleared and the album returned to its shelf of holy embarrassments, you stepped outside for air.

The yard was cold, dark and soft around the edges. Herbs grew beneath the window, yhe old trees leaned towards the house as if listening. Behind you, the kitchen glowed gold, laughter pressing against the glass.

Valko followed after a moment, closing the door carefully behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You looked at him. “For what?”'

“The interrogation. The photographs. Mika. The marriage question. The soup litigation.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Milena.”

“I like Milena.”

“That means she behaved.”

“She said she was being polite.”

He winced. “Then she liked you.”

You leaned back against the porch railing, and he stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets, rocking once on his heels like he wanted to come closer and had forgotten the law of his own body.

Through the window, you could see Baba Vesna pretending to wipe the table while watching you both with shameless interest. You lifted a hand and waved.

She waved back.

Valko turned, saw her, and groaned. “For the love of...Baba.”

“She loves you.”

“That's her usual excuse for crimes.”

“It’s a good one.”

He looked back at you, and the teasing left him slowly, piece by piece. Out here, with the house at his back, he seemed caught between the wild thing and the loved thing. The wolf and the boy in the paper crown. The man who had brought you to the threshold with shaking hands and still tried to joke like fear could be made harmless if he gave it a funny name.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

“Which part?”

“When Niko asked if you were keeping me.”

The question came lightly, too lightly. A feather laid over a blade.

You reached for him.

This time, Valko did not hesitate. He came into your space at once, as if pulled by a string tied somewhere behind his ribs. His hands settled at your waist, careful at first, then warmer when you didn't move away.

“I meant it,”

His eyes searched yours.

“For tonight?”

“For longer than that.”

He didn't kiss you immediately. Somehow, that made it worse. He stood there and let the answer enter him, slowly, like someone opening the door to a room he had been told was empty and finding it lit.

Inside, Mika yelled, “Are they kissing?”

Valko dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

“Leave them. He is finally being normal.”

You laughed.

He looked at you then, and the last of his embarrassment broke open into something bright, something almost boyish

“Welcome home,” he said, very softly.

You touched his cheek.

Behind him, the old house breathed and creaked and held its golden noise. Inside, his family waited with tea, teeth, stories, and a place at the table already made yours.

“Welcome home, Valko.”

© 2026, xxsyluslittlecrowxx. dividers by @uzmacchiato

[nebulusts]

── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation, scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie

𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.

He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.

He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.

𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.

You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.

𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.

He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.

𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.

Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.

[blueberrytrickster]

Good Boy (One-Shot; LADS)

NSFW, 18+ MDNI

Description: Playing around with Valko until he's begging for it. However, there's likely to be some...consequences.

WC: 5.5k

The 9th can't come fast enough. GIMME!!!!!!!!! (⸝⸝꩜﹃ ꩜⸝⸝;)

^Welp, you can tell when I wrote that. How fucking depressing... This whole thing fucking sucks, but I hope you still enjoy! We'll always be horny for him LMAO ദ്ദി߹𖥦߹) And in love with him gIVE ME MY FUCKIN PUPPY BACK!!!

Here are my two other works (blurbs) so far for Valko! Make or Break a Deal & Another Lap?

- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)

In a fit of giggles, you’re scrambling through the doorway to your bedroom, “Hey—aah!”

With an equally light and playful laugh, directly behind you and on your heels is Valko, “C’mere!”

“W-wait—!” You’re stuttering over your laughter, trying to stay a step ahead. But, alas, Valko is much faster than you and with ease, he scoops you straight off the ground and into his arms.

Another warm laugh sounds by your ear as you’re both tumbling down onto your bed, “Gotcha, beautiful!” He’s sure that he’s the one to take the fall while you land softly in his arms before he rolls the two of you over to the side, pulling you in close.

Laying with your back pressed against his chest and his arms around you, you’re trying to feign a pout through your giggles that haven’t stopped, “No fair! Y-you’re too fast!”

“Well,” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter as he presses his chin into your shoulder, “didn’t I tell you it’s a bad idea to run from a wolf?”

You grab one of his forearms that's wrapped around you, digging into his skin lightly, “Hmph!”

He kisses the side of your head, “If we keep training, maybe...eventually...you’ll be fast enough to outrun me.”

“Yeah, right!” You scoff, still laughing in his grasp.

“Hypothetically speaking…” You don’t need to be looking at him directly to know he’s smiling—with that wide grin you love.

“You—!” You’re silenced by the sudden feeling of his lips on your neck, offering a sweet, tender kiss to your skin. “Mm…”

“Y-you’d never let that happen…you like c-catching me too much...” You’re trying to keep your breathing steady at the feeling of his lips on you. The laughter from before is replaced by a soft mix of your collective panting breaths due to the short run from the living room to the bedroom. Although, you're panting much more aggressively than he is...

His lips press into your neck again, “Mmhm…” before they part from you and he exhales against your skin, “I do.” His voice lost its playfulness, suddenly becoming low and serious.

Even though you actually are melting into his touch, you play it up for dramatic effect, aiming to catch him off guard.

The way your body relaxes and a small breath escapes your lips works exactly as intended. As he releases a soft, “Mmph…” against your neck, with a swift push of your arm backward against his chest, you’re shoving him flat onto his back behind you. Turning around, you’re quick to climb on top of him in a straddle. With shock in his eyes but a smile on his lips, you grab his wrists and pin his arms above his head onto the bed.

Despite the plastered smile he's wearing on his face, the look in his eyes changes from shock to desire straight after you—albeit aggressively—pin his wrists, your chest nearing his face a moment while you come back down to a seated position on his lap.

The distance being too great, you’re almost pressing your entire torso against his if you want to maintain your grasp on his wrists and keep your thighs against his hips.

“Too slow.” You grin at him with your face right near his, “It looks like I’ve caught you now...”

He picks his head up off the mattress slightly, leaning in toward your lips, “Oh no…what ever will I do…” His voice is dripping with sensual sarcasm, very much so enjoying the place he's found himself in.

You roll your eyes with huge grin, but before you can speak, “What’s this huntress gonna do now that she’s bagged her wolf, hm?”

“Hmm…let’s see...” You withhold your kiss just from his lips as he tries to lean up further to meet you, “Maybe I’ll make you beg for it…”

He leans his head back against the mattress, still smiling, “Sold. I’ll start begging right no—”

“Shush!” You giggle, shoving your face into his neck, your chest finally flattening over his as you continue to hold his wrists.

He lets out a short laugh before pressing his cheek against the side of your head. “I’m all yours... Do whatever you want to me, gorgeous.”

You press your lips against his neck softly before muttering, “Whatever I want?”

“Mmhm…whatever.” You feel a light twitch from his hips as he presses up into you. Although his hips moved, he didn’t fight your grasp on his wrists whatsoever.

“You’re gonna regret saying that...” You whisper into his skin, pressing an open mouth kiss lower on his neck.

“Never.”

“Mmm…we’ll see about that…” At your words, a short, anticipatory whine falls from his lips. You drag your hips forward, grinding yourself against his hardening length, gripping his wrists a bit tighter.

“F-fuck.”

“Mhm…that’s right.” You start to gently suck on his neck. By then, he let his hips buck harder against your grinding.

Parting from his neck, you hover your face over his again. Feigning like you may kiss him, you keep your lips mere centimeters away from his.

“Mm…you’re such a good boy. You could flip me over and take what you want, but you don’t.” He lets out a ragged breath that washes over your lips, staring into your eyes, a desperate tinge of helplessness in his own. “Isn’t that right? You wait for me to tell you to.”

He gives a slight nod, watching your lips carefully while you speak, “Mhm…y-yes…”

“Good boy.” Your voice is a dripping coo of praise before you’re meeting his lips with yours.

“Mmph…” He melts instantly at your kiss, not even bothering to fight against your grasp and instead just relishing in the feeling of your weight on him and your lips pressed against his.

It’s short lived, though, as you intentionally break away from him, eliciting another whine from his lips.

You scoot down and back slightly so that you can sit upright directly on his hard cock. In the process, you release his wrists. He immediately goes to move his hands toward your body, “Ah, ah. I just can’t reach sitting like this. I didn’t say you could move them.”

Moaning, he puts his arms right back to where you were holding them seconds before. Placing your hands on your thighs to steady yourself, you continue to grind yourself down onto him, “Tell me…what do you want, handsome?”

“I want,” he swallows harshly, his chest expanding with a breath before relaxing again, “to be inside you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your hips drag again, painfully slow, “Why don’t you be a good boy and tell me about that?” His jaw clenches and he exhales deeply from his nose.

“I w-want—mmph—to feel you wrapped around me.” His hips buck into your constant glide against his cock, the friction from the material almost too much, even for you. “I love feeling you tight around me, so wet—ngh—so fucking warm—squeezing me...like you’re asking for my cum...”

“Fuck—” his eyes snap shut a moment from your torturing of his cock with the act of nonchalant dry humping before opening again, “I need to be inside you—so fucking badly—please…”

“Ooh,” you coo teasingly, “good boy, I finally got a please.” You've deliberately kept your hands off him so far since releasing his wrists.

“Please.” He whines, obediently repeating the word you want to hear. “Please, just fuck yourself with my cock. I w-won’t do anything— I’ll—”

“Mmm, desperation is good. Very good. I might give you what you want.”

His head tilts back into the bed, his eyes staring up desperately at the ceiling rather than you, his hands restrained by nothing but in place nonetheless, as if they were chained. “Y-yes, please—fuck—I need you.”

You let out a small laugh, continuing to grind yourself on his cock, almost moaning but careful in finding restraint. The look of him was too damn delicious...

You watch his hands ball up into fists above his head, “I k-know you’re fuckin’ soaked—just—”

You interrupt him, “Oh, is that so?”

“Mhm…” his breathing is beyond ragged, “I can smell it.” Watching his hands flex once more, he groans, “You smell s’fucking good, please...”

“I bet you can. But, you’re such a good listener. And I’m having so much fun.” You finally plant both of your hands on his chest, never having stopped the back and forth drag of your hips. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes—fuck! …Mmhm, y-yes.” Despite being both broken and desperate, his voice is still enthusiastic.

“That’s what I thought.” Gripping his pecs through his shirt, you slow the drag of your hips again.

Suddenly, his hands raise but you give him a stern look, and a low growl emits from his throat, “Ngh—fuck!” He laces his fingers together and puts his hands underneath his head.

“Good boy.” You coo, grasping at his muscles a little tighter.

His hips buck the hardest yet, his body lifting you off the mattress and toward him. “Please—kiss me, at least. Fucking p-please…” Thankfully, your hands on his chest keep you from tumbling forward into him and giving him what he wants.

“Mmm…not yet, handsome. You’re so cute when you’re begging for me.”

His voice cracks, “Fuckin’ hell, beautiful, you drive me crazy...”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

“P-please, let me touch you, then.”

“No.” You have such a wicked grin, just watching his face knit in palpable pleasure and eager discomfort. By now, he was completely rock hard beneath you. On top of that, the friction provided against your hidden clit—plus his begging, of course—was absolutely euphoric.

“Let’s see…” You run your hands down from his chest toward his stomach, letting your fingertips dip under the confines of his shirt.

You moan at the contact of your fingertips touching his warm skin…his muscles. It was so hard not to break when he looked like this…sounded like this… When he was a weak, obedient mess of muscle underneath you, ready to do whatever you asked.

With his hands still laced beneath his head, he watches you carefully as you touch him, pushing his shirt up further and further until you reveal his chest. His voice is hoarse from whining, “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“Mmhm…of course. You’re such a good boy.” Without thinking, you dip down and get your mouth on his abs, biting into his skin.

“Shit—”

“So fucking hot…” You drag your tongue along his abs and up, nearing his chest. Almost laying on him again, your mouth ends up close to his chin.

His voice cracks once again in desperation, “Fuck—kiss m-me, please.”

“Mm-mm…” You shake your head softly before bringing your mouth down again, planting slow kisses along his chest until you meet one of his nipples and gently swipe your tongue over it.

“Nngh—my god…” His hips buck again, hard.

“How long c-can you keep this up, hm?” He lifts his hips again off the bed and you with them, a small gasp coming from you at his strength. “I said I can smell it, but n-now I can practically feel it.”

“As long as I want.” You pinch his skin with both hands near his obliques, dragging your nails along and down his torso directly after.

He was starting to shake, a nervous laugh escaping his lips alongside a moan at the feeling of your nails racking down his body. “Stop being so sexy and maybe...maybe, I’ll stop.”

“No can do, beautiful—ngh—y-you’re killin’ me here…”

“That doesn’t help your case.” You smile, palming his bare chest and pressing down with both your hands and hips, forcing his body and thus hips back down onto the mattress.

“Don’t you wanna feel my cock?” Trying to sound resolute, he fails, only sounding desperate instead.

“Mmhm…I really do...” You sink your nails into his pecs, “But you’re so fucking sexy when you’re a whimpering mess, it’s so hard to stop...”

“F-fuck—ngh—baby, please…”

“Hmph...fine.” Without another word, you get off him and the bed.

As soon as he moves an inch, you speak, “Uh-uh.” You shake your head at him while starting to finally undress, “Stay.”

He groans deeply, throwing his head back onto the mattress. “All you’re gonna do for me is take out your cock, okay?”

“M-mhm.” At the sound of permission, his hands are instantly working the button and fly of his pants, quick to reveal his pitifully throbbing cock.

“Mm…fuck…” Your voice is quiet as you stare at him, almost completely undressed now, with the exception of your panties that you can feel are clinging to your skin. Locking your eyes with his and not breaking away, you slip them off slowly. He moans in response, staring at you helplessly.

You watch his cock twitch as you crawl back on top of him, carefully adjusting onto the soles of your feet on either side of him. Before you even touch him, “Put your hands back under your head for me, handsome.”

“Shit—o-okay—” He’s promptly whimpering, just waiting for you to sit on his cock, but he obliges anyway.

“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm—” you grab the base of his cock, angling him up and toward you, “nngh—my god…”

Carefully, with your body and the support of your hand guiding him, you let the head of cock push between your soaking slit. You moan at the feeling of his tip nudging your swollen clit.

He lets out a low hiss and throws his head back into his hands, “Ah, ah. Eyes on me.” When he lifts his head back up, his eyes are bright and glowing.

“Good…” Slowly, you lift up onto the balls of your feet, letting his tip wedge into your entrance.

“Oh my god…” His voice is spent, utterly weak while you moan at the instant stretch. “You’re s-so fucking hot...m’gonna lose it…” He almost sounds like he could cry, and the sheer sound of his utter desperation makes you just want to take him completely, but you withhold yourself.

Sinking down nearly halfway after a moment, you finally remove your hand from him, bracing on his chest with both hands but still keeping your knees up high and angled so he can have a complete view of his cock disappearing into you.

“You’re so wet—holy f-fuck…” His jaw clenches as his chest rises and falls rapidly. “Go on, baby, fuck yourself. Use me, I wanna watch, p-please…”

“Because you asked so nicely…” You let yourself sink down completely, moaning loudly at the feeling of him full up inside you. “God—you’re s-so—nngh—big…” You’re biting your bottom lip, hard, trying to stay quiet and in control but slowly failing second by second.

“Mhm…” His eyes are simply fixed on what’s happening, especially when you lift back up. “That’s it—” you sink back down a bit faster “fuck!”

Losing control, you do exactly what he tells you and fuck yourself onto his cock, enjoying each delicious plunge and stretch, his tip easily massaging your G-spot as each inch of him massages everything else.

From slow to fast to slow again, he’s let himself become thoroughly complacent, just whimpering and moaning each time his cock is buried as deep as it can go inside you.

“Fuck...fuck—aah! Fuck! Please, please...let me flip you over, I-I’m gonna cum…” His voice is loud as he struggles, but you can still hear the slapping of skin on skin each time you bounce on him.

“I know you love it w-when I pound into you and fill you with my cum, p-please just—”

You slow down, keeping him completely inside you a moment, dragging your hips in a slow, small circle until he's moaning again, “One more, handsome. Just breathe for me, okay?”

“Mhm—y-yeah…” He's panting harshly as you slowly drag your gripping cunt back up the length of his cock. “You're s-such a tease...”

As soon as your body meets the base of his cock again, he hurriedly sits up and places a hand on your low back, the other on your hip, flipping the position as if it were nothing and he could’ve done so all along.

During the entire rotation of power, his cock remained buried its full extent inside you. As soon as you're laying flat on your back and he pulls outward, just his tip wedged into you, you whine loudly at the feeling of him slamming back into you with force, “Nngh—aah!”

“You said…o-one more. That was one m-more, I’m d-done. I can’t fuckin’ take it.” He shoves his face into your neck, placing sloppy kisses to the area, his breathing a mess and his restraint evaporated.

“Now…” he bites your neck, hard, before releasing, “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, hm?” His voice is low and quiet into the skin of your neck.

“Mmhm—y-yes—!”

At each of the most recent, aggressive, thrusts, you’re clawing at his back desperately, taking each inch of him with a tremble and shake, your body completely losing the fight for control.

“That’s i-it, pretty girl…” His face lifts from your neck and he presses his forehead against yours, just pounding away and utterly lost in the moment. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”

“Mmhm—h-holy shit—fuck y-yes, so badly...p-please!” How quick the roles were to reverse...

After a few more hard thrusts that have you screaming out his name into the otherwise silent room, “F-fuck—m’gonna—” Rather than let him just wail and growl, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips to his, enjoying his grunts that spill into your mouth while you simultaneously feel his cock spill his thick, hot cum into your cunt. Each lasting stroke is so vigorously firm and in line with each pump of his release.

You’re mutually locked in a kiss until you’re shaking, reaching your own release alongside his, the aggressive thrusts slamming against your G-spot easily sending you tumbling over the edge. Both out of breath, the kiss breaks, but your lips stay close, foreheads pressed together, needy moans, whines, and whimpers falling out of your lips and overlapping with one another as you both ride out the feeling.

His face falls back to your neck as he offers a few more much gentler strokes, “Holy…shit…”

“Mmhm…I-I—” You can’t even speak, your cunt still twitching around him.

Spending a moment in each other’s embrace sprinkled with a few light kisses, he pulls out carefully; but once he does, he’s wrapping you tight into his arms and pulling you into him. Similar to how this all started, you end up giggling at the feeling of his lips placing kisses all over the side of your face.

“H-hey!”

“My god…” his lips plant firmly against your cheek, “you are brutal, gorgeous.” You laugh, smiling as his face presses into your cheek.

Pulling back slightly, “And…I’m not gonna just let you get away with it...” Your eyes widen at the remark and at the fact he sounds dead serious.

“Y-you—” With another jittery laugh, you’re scrambling off and away from him. But, like before, he’s much faster, using both of his arms to circle around your waist and keep you on the bed.

With ease, he’s pulling and pushing you down until your back is against the bed again. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Spreading your legs so he can wedge between them, he trails kisses down toward your stomach.

Stopping, he looks up at you, “You’re not gonna get away that easily.”

Spreading your legs with both of his hands, his lips land on your inner thigh, “You gotta be faster than that, pretty girl.”

“Val…” You warn, still trembling while you start to feel his cum drip out slowly from your entrance.

He smirks at you, “What? Of course I’m gonna play around with you.”

“Oh, fuck me…” You exhale sharply.

“Mmm, we just did that…I was thinking of something else.” His lips press into your thigh again, spreading your legs even further apart with his hands. “But…we can do that again after I do this. Okay, beautiful?”

Feeling your clit throb, both residually and in anticipation, all you can do is weakly nod while peering down at him. He was so sexy staring up at you...wanting his pay back...or, perhaps...he wanted to offer his thanks...

“You know, I’m not the only good listener...” Looking like he wants to add something else, he stops himself, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cunt. “Fuck…you look perfect with my cum dripping out of you.”

Spreading your slit with two fingers, he exhales deeply. “…I think you just like driving me crazy so I’ll fuck you as hard as I can…” Letting go, he swipes his thumb over your clit, “Isn’t that right, pup?”

“Nngh—mmhm…”

“Thought so…” Circling your clit with his thumb, “You’re just so desperate for a good, hard fuck from my cock, huh?”

You nod pathetically, trying to withhold a moan but failing, “Y-yes.” Without saying another word, his thumb leaves your clit and he plunges two fingers into your leaking cunt. “Mmmph—f-fuck…”

“You’re so pretty when you’re full of my cum…mmm…all mine.”

“Mmhm…” You notice his eyes are fixated on his fingers, watching them pump in and out of you slowly, enjoying the look of both your slickness and his cum painting his fingers.

Pulling out from you suddenly, he sits up onto his knees, leaning over and into you. He brings his fingers to your still panting mouth, “Open your mouth, beautiful.”

Whining, you do as you’re told, moaning when his fingers glide against your tongue, “Mm...good girl.”

“Mhm…” You look up at him with needy eyes, his fingers still in your mouth with your lips wrapped tightly around them.

“Don’t look at me like that…I’ll have to fuck you again way sooner than I plan to...” With that, he pops his fingers from your mouth, leaving you gasping. “Now…I want that kiss you wouldn’t give me earlier. Can you do that, hm?”

“Uh-h-huh…” With the same hand’s fingers that were just in your mouth, he places a gentle grip around your throat, leaning further into you while tugging you up toward him gently.

Eagerly—enjoying the feeling of his hand around your throat—you lean up to meet him, but just as his mouth is close to yours, he drops his grip on your throat and leans away, your head falling back against the mattress in desperation. “Y-you—!”

“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, doll.” He smirks, leaning back down to trail kisses along your body again before looking back up at you. “I want you begging for it. Then, maybe, I’ll give you what you want.”

He settles back between your legs, “First…I’m gonna make you cum until you’re screaming for me to stop.” He's pushing your thighs open again, “I still might not stop.” You shiver, a part of you knowing he’s kidding, but then again, you have a safeword and if it’s not used…he may very well hold true to that.

“Val, p-please…” Your voice breaks into a moan.

“Oh, it’s too late for that. I had fun, didn’t you? It’s my turn to have fun with you.” His hands palm your thighs, squeezing your flesh hard. “Trust me, you’ll like it and be begging me for my cock once I’m done.”

“Mmhm…” Like his did earlier, your eyes snap shut a moment as he places your thighs over his shoulders.

“Ah, ah.” He mocks you, “Keep yours eyes on me.”

“F-fuck, o-okay…” Your voice cracks again into yet another anticipatory moan.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me. Can you handle when the tables are turned on you, though?” He licks a slow, controlled stripe up the length of your slit. His voice becomes low, “Let’s find out together, hm, pretty girl?”

“Nngh—mhm…”

Without another word, his tongue immediately meets your clit, which is still terribly swollen from grinding against him, arguably too long.

“Fuck…you taste so good.” He licks you again, slower. “I love that you have my scent all over you...”

Bumping the top of your slit with his nose, he shudders, “You were so fucking pretty bouncing on my cock earlier. I could watch you do that all day long.”

Moaning himself, his mouth meets you again, his lips easily circling around your clit, sucking extremely gently. Despite it being gentle, you nearly shriek.

“Awh,” he coos after letting you go a moment, “someone already overstimulated themselves against my cock.”

He barely grazes your clit with his tongue before speaking again, “I’ll be gentle, beautiful.” Just then, his voice became exceptionally sweet.

“Val—my god—” You’re cut off by a slow lap from his tongue, tugging upward on your clit. “S-shit—”

“Mmm…” It’s debatable whether what comes next is gentle. Maybe you’re just so swollen from grinding against him...

In a short time, rather than keep his distance, he engulfs you completely with his mouth, sucking your clit softly with quiet slurps sounding here and again between a gentle switch between up and down, side to side, and circular motions of his tongue.

“Mmm—I c-can’t—oh my—”

He interrupts, “You can, pup. I can feel it, it’s right there. Just relax, okay?”

“Mmhm…” You reach down and run your fingers through his hair, both of your hands landing at the back of his head as you push up and into his mouth, completely giving into the feeling—into him.

He’s groaning against you, quickening his pace just slightly as he feels your release approaching. But, once that wave is just at its edge, he slows down tremendously, the delicate push of his tongue so slight that it’s devastating, gently coaxing your orgasm to the surface.

As soon as you’re moaning desperately, bucking into his mouth, his lips are wrapping around your swollen clit again, sucking more harshly than before, a loud series of shrieks wailing from your mouth as you cum. As your legs shake and try to press together, he uses his strong hands to hold you exactly where you are against his shoulders.

Already feeling the desire to kick away, he doesn’t let you, holding you there, his tongue not stopping. “H-holy shit—w-wait, wa—fuck!” With no time for respite between and with the low growls from his throat vibrating against you, you’re already cumming again in short succession.

“M-my god—Val—w-wait—it’s s’fucking m-much—”

“Mm-mm.” He sounds against your skin, sucking again.

“Aah! F-fuck—!”

Breaking away with a gasp, “At least one more, baby. You can do it.” His mouth is instantly back on you.

Even tighter, his fingers are digging into the skin of your quads, pushing your legs down and against his shoulders. Not missing a beat, while sucking, he shakes his head lightly, eliciting a sharp whine from you while you feel a third—technically fourth if you count the sex—orgasm cresting over you.

In the end, his tongue is hardly moving, barely brushing against your clit slowly, but you’re screaming nonetheless, wiggling and writhing in his grasp, your back arching dramatically because it’s all you’re able to do.

Pulling his mouth off you, his mouth and chin completely slick, he groans, “Fuck. I want to make you cum again.”

Rather than say no—and not necessarily wanting to—you’re just a moaning mess, slack against the bed and his arms. His tongue juts out and swipes your clit again, “Aah!” He chuckles, pulling his mouth back.

For a moment, he watches your recovering cunt clench repeatedly around nothing. Looking back up at you, “Fine,” he grins, “I’ll do it with my cock.”

You whimper, your cunt beyond sensitive and just dripping—from everything. “It looks like that’s what you want.” His voice becomes low again, “Would you like that, beautiful?”

Panting and trying to catch your breath, your desire supersedes your overstimulation, “Mmhm…”

“Good girl.” He grins, finally releasing your thighs. “How do you want me?”

“I-I—” He crawls up to meet you, his hard cock pressing into the low point of your stomach, causing you to moan at the pressure. “Will you k-kiss me, p-please?”

“Fuck—” He tsks, “You’re so damn cute, how can I say no?”

Wrapping your legs around him, you draw him in, so needy for his lips on yours. Abandoning his pursuit to ruin you like you ruined him, he’s quick and equally desperate as you to meet your lips, easily moaning into your mouth as he presses further into you.

He partially breaks the kiss, smiling against you when he feels your feet pushing on the remainder of the clothing still attached to his bottom half. “I want you inside me s-so badly…” Your voice is a quiet—desperate and weak—whisper, your cunt still aching from his onslaught.

“Yeah?”

You keep pushing against the fabric, “Mmhm…”

“You’re sure?”

You release a light, breathy laugh, “D-don’t hold back now.”

He lets out a small chuckle, kissing you again softly before speaking, “Just want to make sure, beautiful.”

“Mmhm…yes, p-please…” You’re still shaking, quiet moans slipping past your lips.

“Rough? …Or sweet?” His smile is so genuine, a true warmth radiating in his eyes.

“Hmm…b-both…?” You smile back at him, a small giggle falling out from your lips—devastatingly in love with him right then. Always—all the time—but something about just then…

“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty girl.”

Getting off the bed to completely undress, he’s quick to make his way back to you. Lifting your legs and placing them atop his shoulders, “Is this okay?”

“Absolutely...” You’re both still smiling at each other—a radical sense of nothing other than puppy love always occurring between the two of you.

Although, that familiar face of pleasure returns instantly when he lines himself up and pushes the head of his cock into your entrance. “Mmm—my god—”

“Fuckin’ hell…” He groans, withholding himself a moment, “You’re so fucking pretty. You feel s-so good wrapped around me.”

“Mmhm…Val—nngh—!” You struggle to say more as he sinks into you, slow at first before picking up the pace. “God—you feel a-amazing—” Your voice is contained by a breathy moan.

As he starts to thrust more intentionally, your head tilts back into the bed. “Mmm—look at me, baby. I want to see your pretty eyes.”

When you tilt forward again and meet his gaze, you both moan. At the sight and the sound of you, he thrusts a bit faster.

Whining, you reach past your angled hips and grip the backs of his hamstrings, tugging desperately each time he’s pulling partially out from you before thrusting forward again. “Mmm…someone really wants my cum...”

“I do—mmph—f-fuck, I really do…”

He groans, his arms flexing beside you as he withholds himself. “I want to feel you—ngh—cum one more t-time…”

Thrusting even faster, with slight grit emitting from his throat at the feeling of you swollen and milking him, he's trying to resist. With the speed, depth, and angle, it isn’t long before you feel yourself spasming.

Meeting you at the exact same pace and in the exact same place, he's groaning deeply while you're moaning loudly, the repeated and velvety clench of your cunt easily causing him to fill you again.

You’re both tired, spent, and so deeply satisfied. Not just from the arousal, but simply the warmth of each other’s presence. Cuddled together, your breathing synchronizes in a shallow consistency.

“You’re such a good boy.” You whisper, a grin fighting its way onto your lips.

“Don’t tempt me.” He laughs, pressing his lips against your forehead, his arms around you. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He coos somewhat mockingly, squeezing you tight.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, squeezing you again, “You’re the best girl... My girl.” His voice is soft as you cling onto him, hugging him from the side of his body, the side of your face pressed against his chest.

You cock your head and look up at him, and he's already gazing down at you, “I love you so much.” Your voice is a whisper falling after a brief silence, feeling completely safe wrapped up in his arms.

His voice is warm and gentle, “I love you more.”

With a quiet, but utterly content, sigh, you snuggle further into him. “No, I love—”

He’s quick to interrupt you, “Don’t even try it.” You offer a light scoff in response, laughing into his side. “I’ll stay up all night...and I’ll win.” You grin happily instead, poking his side with the tip of your finger, your eyes closed.

“Fine...” You press your lips against the side of his chest, “I'll let you have this one...”

The last thing you feel before falling asleep, still secure in his arms, is his lips pressed against the top of your head.

[unintentionalseductress]

"Quiet." Valko clamps a hand over your mouth as he ruts into you, and you bite down on his fingers to muffle the moans spilling from your lips.

It was a mistake to cling to him like that during a family reunion, you knew, but ovulation and having him so near was a potent combination. Now here you were, locked in one of the bedrooms at his auntie's place, the noise of the party downstairs reminding you not to make a sound.

He hisses as you ease up, your teeth leaving behind marks on his hand that only make him more feral. He pushes you into the mattress and you sigh into the comforter as he slides his monstrous cock along your slick walls.

"Couldn't help yourself huh bunny?" he purrs smugly into your ear, smoothly grabbing your hands and pinning them against the bed as his hips meet your ass. You squirm and whimper in protest but your traitorous pussy only sucks him in deeper, the crude wet noises echoing quietly off the walls.

"Look at you so wet and eager for my knot." Sensing you're about to cuss at him, he nuzzles the back of your neck, licking the shell of your ear and offering you his thumb, which you suck obediently.

"It's ok. Horny and drippy bunnies shouldn't socialize," he teases.

Your mind fractures as he does those nice, delicious, deep strokes, the curve in his length brushing your gspot just right.

"Don't think," he breathes wickedly into your ear. "The family will be thrilled to have more pups around. Even if they were conceived right here in auntie's house."

You flush, hot shame filling your belly but you're trapped underneath him, his movements growing sloppy as he nears his climax.

"That's it little bunny. Getting bred so sweetly, so happy to carry my pups." He grunts harshly as he finishes, warm seed spilling into your spasming channel, burying himself to the hilt as he swells, knotting you completely until you're panting from the stretch.

"Perfect little mate." He bites your shoulder tenderly. "Gonna look so good knocked up with my pups."

[roseblushaze]

to all the writers that wrote about valko please continue to do so, please.

[abxssalwrites]

and now they've gotten rid of all his promo videos and trailers.

I genuinely hope that everyone who opposed this is happy that their fucking game will not change because they removed a love interest. this fucking company is greedy, it will always be fucking greedy. but yeah. instead of having a breath of fresh air like valko we just hate the ENTIRE time.

once again. I am not a fucking infold bootlicker. This company has had so many chances to fix what people wanted, yet they didn't and just pumped out new banners with no solid way to grind the diamonds for it. IT. IS. SHITTY.

But what's worse is that they said they would listen to everyone and didn't. they listened to the people where their company comes from and that was it. Because of stupid fucking oversights that shouldn't have even happened in the first place.

People CAME to the game for Valko. People PRESPENT MONEY to get his cards. People loved him. And he's gone because some people didn't like him.

It is such a slap in the face for everyone. The VAs, animators, story makers, reactors, cosplayers. everyone who liked him. Because this company doesn't have a spine and it never will grow one.

They are going to rush and rush and rush and rush to try and change this story in 8 days because a major character has to be cut completely. I wouldn't be surprised if there was any content in the coming update that had anything to do with story. Those fucking bitches who complained don't deserve it. It should be shitty and its what they deserve.

caleb's main story won't be updated until September. sylus' won't be until November. Hey, fuckers, guess what? You're still waiting.

I'm fucking shaking typing this bullshit.

This had become one of my favorite and comfy games over time. It wasn't the best, as things should've been better years ago. But fuck.

Valko was going to be a great addition to the cast. And because of a certain group that Infold decided to listen to. we won't get him or ANY OTHER LOVE INTEREST. Leaving things so fucking imbalanced.

The only reason I'm keeping this fuck ass game is for Sylus. Nothing else. But it's hard to even keep it on my phone because I don't even want to see where my sweet velcro wolf would be.

I dont have the biggest platform but genuinely. Talk about this shit. Riot like them fucking bitches did. Protest and sign petitions and spam every fucking social Infold has until they understand. All week, it's all I want to see. Spam it until they do something. I don't know if it'll help since they don't fucking listen to global players. but do it anyways. Speak the fuck up.

I will state again that I will continue to write about Valko. They don't want him but I do. Thousands of other girlies want him, and we can keep him here with us through art and other things. Fuck those bitches who took from us.

BRING BACK VALKO.

[spacekittiesmeow]

valko is an eater through and through.

and it's not pretty.

his thumbs dig into your inner thighs, holding you open as he obscenely slurps the sweet mix of your arousal and his spit as one eats a bowl of ramen.

it's the same, torturous style. his tongue flattened over your parted, glistening lips, lapping the juices out of your pulsing hole and back up to your clit--giving it a firm lick before he buries his face into your cunt.

your scent acts like a siren’s call, the sweetness consuming him all at once. valko is feverishly hot, lips latching onto your hole and his sinful tongue coaxing out more of your sweetness.

"are you even-ah!-gonna make me cum?" he's not once sucked on your clit. no, he's been edging you with kitten licks. "if not I can just use my vibe."

you think it'll rile him up. instead, his gaze snaps at you, ears tucked down like a kicked puppy.

"n-no, no, fuck..." he begs, unable to keep himself from tasting you again. "i can't help it. I've never been this close to you..."

he dives in again. "s'killin me." his voice vibrates against your clit, as he takes it into his mouth.

"ngh valko... like that," your hips rock themself into his mouth. but then he let's go of your clit to eat your gushing juices.

"are you serious--" your fingers thread into his hair.

"please--just a little more." his fingers plunge into your hole.

"promise I'll make it up to you,"

intellectual property of © spacekittiesmeow 2026

[abxssalwrites]

scent overload - valko

writing this because fuck it. ovulating and I need him now.

scent kink, collar/leash, marking, mutual masturbation, turning valko's brain off because grrhrrh, letting him get some control back because grrhrrh, ooc because we don't know personality yet, this was made mostly at 2 am

"h-hah... nnnfh...hhmmm..." valko nose is buried in your neck, right on your pulse point, where you smell is strongest. he's been getting off to the smell of you for the past 10 minutes. riled up and unable to come down. you keep the leash connected to his collar taut on your hand. making sure all he can smell is just you, you, you.

his ears press flat against his skull, while his tail wags behind him like helicopter blades. his cock aches, it's begging to be freed from his slacks, and you won't let him. you've just been palming slowly at him like a form of forbidden torture.

"p-please... oh fuck...hah...please pup, please. can't t-take it." he begs, pathetically pressing kisses against your warm skin to entice you to free him from his cloth prison. you let the leash slack and he lifts his head up some to meet you with lidded amber eyes. your scent has thoroughly shut his brain off.

"think you deserve it?" you can't help but snicker faintly at him. seeing valko in this state. helpless. at your mercy just over your smell and some palming. he nods his head once, ears perking up before he just grumbles. he's fucking drooling at the chance for you to pump his cock. he doesn't care.

his look and petulant grumble breaks you, and you help the werewolf free his cock. it springs up from his boxers, standing tall and at attention. the bead of precum bubbling from his tip shows how bad he wants you. needs you.

"this is how bad i need you... always...always like this...." before he can finish his thoughts, he's tugged by your grace to find solace in your scent once more. now you get to watch his cock throb freely. watch it leak pre with every deep inhale he takes of your smell. you take his shaft in your grip, pumping slowly. thumb rubbing over that glistening tip as it spills his natural lube.

he's gotten more vicious. slight revenge for making him wait. he's intentionally marking you, leaving hickies and remnants of himself on your skin so his pack knows who you belong to. not like he'd let anyone get close to you anyways. his tongue laps at your skin after a nibble on your skin. his restraint is slowly failing as his arms wrap around your form.

"touch me... like you want me. show me that.... i picked the perfect mate."

if his nose remains any longer in your neck, he wouldn't even know where he is anymore. the slack on the leash gives him just enough space to reach your mouth, wet puppy kisses meeting you. an awkward moment of teeth clashing until you both ease into the kiss, one of valko's hands running slowly down your torso. curving around your hips until it's down between your legs, slipping hastily into your panties.

the wetness his fingers are met with makes him shiver, and the pace of his tail turns into a steady thump thump thump against the bed.

he breaks the kiss momentarily, just to tease. "you're enjoying this... as much as me? it's soaking down here." he chuckles, fingers rubbing at your wet pussy while your hand strokes his aching cock. nothing mattered to him right now besides you and your mind numbing smell. it was the only thing that could get that beast inside him to still and calm. yet, simultaneously, it wears at every moral sense in his head and turns him to mush.

"you feel me, pup? i can feel you, too... its good... so good. don't stop." his thick fingers curl inside your needy cunt, making your legs squeeze around his hand as you work his dick even faster, harder. he matches your pace, growling into your ear against his better will. even the slight hint of a needy whimper leaves him, and he bites his lip hard and hides in your neck again. he would hate it if you heard that sound that came from him.

and he hates how close he is. how he wants to rut his hips up and fuck your palm like the dog he is. but all he does is turn to bite on your neck again, working his fingers to get you close as well. neither of you say a word, but the bond you two have formed tells you both that you have to release.

valko grumbles, a low animalistic noise deep in his chest when he cums, throwing his head back as he spills himself over your hand. you cum all over his fingers in turn, leaving you both blissed and fucked out.

the room falls silent besides some slow panting from the both of you. coming down from his high, valko observes the litter of marks he's left you with on your neck, leaning down to lick at a particularly deep red one as a silent apology. well, not really. you were his, his territory. people needed to see that with every last mark he's left on you. now his licks feel like that of a soft puppy's, though claiming, it soothes you to settle and brings you down from cloud nine.

and no, i'm not sorry in the slightest.

[abxssalwrites]

missing you and there's nothing around but your panties 🐺

pathetic lab wolf x you | 18+

content warnings: panty sniffing, scent obsessed, knotted cock, over-the-phone, not necessarily sub! valko, but a little pathetic/yearning valko, masturbation, guiding him/JOI

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hheheghehe YEAHHHHHHHHH. I'm sorry. i fucking LOVE valko. expect more in the future after he releases. this fic was also made mostly at 2 am while I was half asleep. and thanks to @thewxtchsgrimoire for fueling the ideas too HAHAHA. yall are dead wrong for considering he's a panties sniffer by editing when he takes his mask off in his reveal. but I get it. ENJOY!

He was supposed to be working. He thought he could go down to his lab and distract himself with work to forget about you, even if just temporarily. Get you out of his head. Get you away from every thought in his head. Stop you from consuming his every waking moment. Yet here he is, deep within his terrible, unholy thoughts. You'd probably kill him if you ever heard what he was thinking about right now. Has him wondering if you could read minds now.

It's gotten so bad that his human facade fades, his fluffy wolf ears pinned against his skull while his tail swishes against the side of his chair.

Valko can't think straight. Surely he was going insane. His face burns. His head is muddled. For fucks sake, he's drooling. His eyes were glassy as he looked around the laboratory like there was someone else here with him. Were you here somewhere? Why can he smell you? You told him you were off on a mission. How could you lie to him? How could you- oh.

He forgot what he had taken from you. It sends a rush straight down to his angry, raging bulge in his trousers when he remembers.

"Fuck me...."

He bites his lip and reaches for the drawer furthest down on his desk, watching his fingers tremble as he pulls it open. He had stuffed it down there because he knew no one else would open that drawer besides him... but he still shouldn't even have this.

A pair of your panties.

Clean, beautiful black lace. He can ignore the smell of detergent just to smell you. Valko glances around the lab again just to make sure you're not here. He was certain he would die on the spot if you showed up somehow.

The smell of you hits him hard. Makes him shudder and groan before he stuffs his nose into that lace. Inhaling you, your scent, pheromones and all. Just you. Consuming every rational and moral thought in his head. It makes his tail start to whip like a dog who had earned a treat.

His other hand clumsily fumbles with his slacks, his hazy amber eyes snapping down so he can actually see what the hell he was doing. Pushing his pants down his thighs, he takes a moment to stare at his bulge through his boxers. It was... bad, to say the least. How much he was missing you right now. It wasn't heat. Not... not yet. He didn't think it was. Just missing someone who should always be by his side. Someone he always wants but just can't have right now. His mate.

The longer he stares at himself, the more you consume him without even being there. His cock aches, and he can't take being restrained in boxers any longer. He curls his thumb in the hem of his boxer shorts, tugging them down just enough for his knot to spring free. He takes a deep breath, huffing out into your panties as he grips around his shaft with his free hand.

Your hands. So warm and delicate and fierce at the same time. Those hands that have strangled him, punched him, held his cheeks and petted him. Two things that could bring him to ruin in so many ways. Those hands stroking him as you sit under his desk like a ball of sin.

Your breasts. Soft, pillowy, another place where you smell the sweetest. You've let him lie his head on your chest. Two things that could bring him to ruin in so many ways. Let him fuck his cock between them until he spilled a load right over your face.

Your mouth. The one he's kissed over and over. The one that was currently slurping down his knot as if made for it. The one that sent his head flying back as he thrust his hips up desperately, letting his knotted dick fill the depths of your throat. One thing that could bring him to ruin in so many ways.

"F-Fuck...! Fuckfuckfuckfuck p-pup...p-please...!" Valko hiccups and begs to no one but the vivid hallucination of you servicing his dick. He's still alone, eyes closed, drooling, and sniffing your panties like a perv while fisting his cock frantically. He's spilled so much precum on himself that it's turned messy and sloppy. Making his balls clench as he feels that white hot pleasure building in his abdomen.

His glasses are askew on his face, his slacks have slid down to his ankles with his squirming. He's sweating up a storm in his coat, but the pleasure feels too good for him to care.

"Go...gonna fucking cum, baby...o-oh my....god...!" He rambles mindlessly; blabbering absolutely whoreish nonsense to no one but himself. Keeping up the illusion of you stroking his cock in his mind until he'd be dreaming of it tonight. Leaning back in his chair, his eyes twitch as he finally opens them, looking up at the ceiling while he thrusts his hips ferally into his palm, every thought of his drowned in the smell from your panties. His back arches involuntarily when he does cum. His knot swells as his load splatters all over his hand and chest, nearly painful from how pent up he feels. He howls and growls lowly, needing to not make himself seem so freaked out like he was, even if he was alone.

And then his worst nightmare happens like you know he's doing something he shouldn't be doing. His phone begins to ring and buzz on his desk, the screen lighting up and displaying your name.

With a ragged huff, Valko sits right up and at attention, still panting heavily, still gripping your panties with one hand while his other is left in sticky white and hovering around a throbbing shaft. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. Deafening himself. The ringing is too loud. He can't think. Overwhelmed. Yet he sets your underwear down to pick up his phone to answer your call. Because of course he'd pick up.

"..h-hello?"

"Val. Hey. Are you busy?"

"U-Uhm." A shaky clear of his throat. "N-No. Not busy. I..." A gentle sigh. "I was... going to call you in a bit... to see if you were alright. You, uh... beat me to it."

"Oh. Well. The mission is actually going well. There's...."

Valko is already zoned out to the sound of your voice. Like honey, even when you're talking about work. He slumps over his desk, head down as he grabs your panties again. Letting you ramble on about stuff he genuinely couldn't care about right now. He was jerking himself off, muffling his noises in your lacewear.

"...Valko?"

Your voice. Why weren't you here with him right now? Why did he have to resort to such... perverted things because he misses you so fucking much. Why, why, why-

"Valko!"

"H-Huh?!" Valko whines, startled when you call his name through the phone.

"Are you listening? What's wrong?"

You had a suspicion. He wasn't necessarily the best at hiding his noises of pleasure.

"N-Nothing.... nothing is wrong, baby. I-I..." He's drooling again because his mind is blank. He can barely string a sentence together.

"You need me, don't you, Valko."

"A-Ah...!"

Every muscle in his body tenses and goes rigid. There.... there was no way. Was he that obvious? Fuck, fuck. Fucking say something, Valko!

"I've been missing you, too. I hope you know." Your voice drops a bit, turning oddly seductive within seconds. "These days feel like years when I'm away from you."

"...y-yeah?" Valko mumbles, sounding pathetic and he knows he does. Hearing that you've been missing him as much as he's been missing you makes him feel warm inside. Giddy, like how a puppy feels, and deeply aroused like a wolf does.

"Of course. I'd rather be there with you than here. I want to help you, y'know."

"J-Just keep talking... please."

You scoff a little as you hear the frantic pace of his hand sliding up and down his cock. It sounds wet. Like he just finished not too long ago. His shaky breaths and soft growls of pleasure leave you stunned for a moment. Listening to him masturbate over the phone felt like a fever dream. Work couldn't be any more boring at the moment.

"I bet you're at your desk down in the lab, right? All alone? Nothing but the thought of me in your head, huh Valko?"

Valko grunts. Was it that fucking obvious? Are you going to tell him you know he has your panties next? He'd rather die in shame.

"Good boy, you're only thinking of me. As it should be."

Valko's growling is getting worse. Pumping his hand quicker like he was going feral.

"Nnnghh..! T-Too much...can't...fucking think..."

You're listening to your werewolf boyfriend absolutely lose it over the phone. The sloppy sounds of him fucking his palm with no control. Hearing his heavy breaths and fervent growls filled with desire. You were unsure if this was torture for him or you.

"I won't lie, Val. Dreamt about you last night. Having you take me again. Wouldn't mind riding you to heaven when I get back to Linkon."

The wolf is reduced to noises. His eyes are locked onto his knot, watching his hand stroke quickly. Imagining it was you instead. Your hands. Your mouth. Your tits. Your fucking pussy. Your panties are clamped in his mouth, unfortunately soaking up all of his drool. You have no idea just how whipped he is for you. Your words would need to be promise. He now knows what he's going to be looking forward to the most when you return.

"Are you close, babe? You aren't talking to me anymore."

Well, it's because he doesn't know how to talk right now. All he can do is grunt in response, but it comes out as a slight whimper. A slight "mhm." Painfully close. He's watching his cock leak like a faucet, feeling it throb like he was in the depths of heat.

"Why don't you go ahead and cum, then? Have it splatter allllll over me. Or maybe inside this time? Fucking knock me up with all of that cum, Val."

And god, he did. His hand temporarily felt like your tight cunt clamped around him. Just to encourage him further, you moaned softly and praised him, making him orgasm right there at his desk again. A louder howl left him this time, his body shooting to his feet as he humps at the air helplessly while spilling his seed all on the floor of the lab- still imagining he was deep inside of you.

You give him a minute to process. You chuckle a little over his phone.

"I gotta go, Valko. You did a good job. Don't worry. I'll be home soon. Think you can last until I make it back to you?"

Valko slumps back in his chair, utterly spent. Trembling, still reeling as the post-nut clarity begins to settle in. His amber eyes stare at his phone until he reaches a shaky hand out to end the call. He's covered in a mess of his own seed, thighs spasming, head still spinning and mouth still drooly.

But sure. He'll await your return. And he promises you might not survive that night.

[deepspacenova]

disappointed is an understatement for the fact that a vocal minority of parasocial liars essentially throwing a week long tantrum is what’s finally stuck.

im extra disappointed from a game standpoint because i know there was going to be a lot of lore added and explained with his introduction bc of his position that we’re now missing out on, and the potential delays in already long awaited updates that re-workshopping this change will cause.

also just genuinely surprised because at the very least, from a business standpoint, all the sunken cost for him alone feels like it should’ve been the last resort for them to do this and not the first solution, since they’ll never make any money back on him now.

last but most important, not only are the players impacted here, but this widespread tantrum and attempt to strong arm a company over a game is having real life impacts on the writing team that was hired for Valko, all the voice actors and cosplayers and motion capture actors for him, and an entire design and animation team I’m sure. so yay, you nuked the real world just to get your fake world to be exactly as you want it …

[abxssalwrites]

ARE WE GENUINELY SO FUCKING DEADASS????

so. sure. infold didn't have their priorities straight when they thought of releasing valko. I fucking agree. there was other stuff that should've BEEN completed before he came out but it wasn't. That was arguably the biggest disappointment.

But fucking REMOVING the whole new LI because you folks complained so much? And it's most likely not us over here that made them do this. It was probably the CN girlies. I don't know. I'm so fucking disappointed.

This is the type of shit you do when you're reaching end of service, not because a fuck ton of folks just... said so. Suing a company over A VIDEO GAME with live updates and as much detail and work they put into making all the boys feel unique, like damn fucking unique... and we're complaining.

As a deep rooted Sylus girlie, yes. I'm fucking PISSED that he's been in the game for two years now with no updates to content. No other 4 star pair companions, MS update, not nearly as many 4 stars as the original 3, etc. They have absolutely had the time to do this, yet they didn't. I understand this is a long term game and reruns were due for a while, so that's what they planned to do for this year. But the priority was to at least flesh out one character you released, then move to Caleb until they were at least somewhat caught up. Then move to Valko.

I'm just. I was genuinely excited for him. Deleting him and just removing him from any and everything was NOT the fucking shit to do. If his release was a little closer? Maybe this wouldn't happen.

I genuinely can't believe that yall bullied a fucking man made of pixels out his own fucking game.

I dont care if he's gone. I WILL still write about him and what little personality we got left with.

Fucking christ.

edit: removing a character with main story involvement will just delay shit further. cried and cried about it and now they potentially have to rewrite a whole massive plot to get valko out is just going to take EVEN MORE TIME. shit isn't going to be fixed by removing a whole fully fleshed out love interest. shit is uneven like stellactrum, the "pick 3 wishes" on limited is just bullshit (would've been even WITH VALKO.), we wouldn't have to stare at that fuck ass coming soon tag anymore. this game was probably always MEANT TO HAVE SIX LOVE INTERESTS. pisses me off that they say they listen to everyone and it's just the majority of the folks where their company originates. this is arguably the worst decision to ever make for this game. I don't want to hear ANYONE complain that they want something new later on. when we had something new yall hated it. bullied him out of his own fucking game. it is such a fucking slap in the face to anyone involved with making him. like I said. I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE ABOUT HIM. STORIES WILL STILL BE POSTED. if they don't fucking want him, the least we can do is still have him somewhere.

[abxssalwrites]

missing you and there's nothing around but your panties 🐺

pathetic lab wolf x you | 18+

content warnings: panty sniffing, scent obsessed, knotted cock, over-the-phone, not necessarily sub! valko, but a little pathetic/yearning valko, masturbation, guiding him/JOI

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hheheghehe YEAHHHHHHHHH. I'm sorry. i fucking LOVE valko. expect more in the future after he releases. this fic was also made mostly at 2 am while I was half asleep. and thanks to @thewxtchsgrimoire for fueling the ideas too HAHAHA. yall are dead wrong for considering he's a panties sniffer by editing when he takes his mask off in his reveal. but I get it. ENJOY!

He was supposed to be working. He thought he could go down to his lab and distract himself with work to forget about you, even if just temporarily. Get you out of his head. Get you away from every thought in his head. Stop you from consuming his every waking moment. Yet here he is, deep within his terrible, unholy thoughts. You'd probably kill him if you ever heard what he was thinking about right now. Has him wondering if you could read minds now.

It's gotten so bad that his human facade fades, his fluffy wolf ears pinned against his skull while his tail swishes against the side of his chair.

Valko can't think straight. Surely he was going insane. His face burns. His head is muddled. For fucks sake, he's drooling. His eyes were glassy as he looked around the laboratory like there was someone else here with him. Were you here somewhere? Why can he smell you? You told him you were off on a mission. How could you lie to him? How could you- oh.

He forgot what he had taken from you. It sends a rush straight down to his angry, raging bulge in his trousers when he remembers.

"Fuck me...."

He bites his lip and reaches for the drawer furthest down on his desk, watching his fingers tremble as he pulls it open. He had stuffed it down there because he knew no one else would open that drawer besides him... but he still shouldn't even have this.

A pair of your panties.

Clean, beautiful black lace. He can ignore the smell of detergent just to smell you. Valko glances around the lab again just to make sure you're not here. He was certain he would die on the spot if you showed up somehow.

The smell of you hits him hard. Makes him shudder and groan before he stuffs his nose into that lace. Inhaling you, your scent, pheromones and all. Just you. Consuming every rational and moral thought in his head. It makes his tail start to whip like a dog who had earned a treat.

His other hand clumsily fumbles with his slacks, his hazy amber eyes snapping down so he can actually see what the hell he was doing. Pushing his pants down his thighs, he takes a moment to stare at his bulge through his boxers. It was... bad, to say the least. How much he was missing you right now. It wasn't heat. Not... not yet. He didn't think it was. Just missing someone who should always be by his side. Someone he always wants but just can't have right now. His mate.

The longer he stares at himself, the more you consume him without even being there. His cock aches, and he can't take being restrained in boxers any longer. He curls his thumb in the hem of his boxer shorts, tugging them down just enough for his knot to spring free. He takes a deep breath, huffing out into your panties as he grips around his shaft with his free hand.

Your hands. So warm and delicate and fierce at the same time. Those hands that have strangled him, punched him, held his cheeks and petted him. Two things that could bring him to ruin in so many ways. Those hands stroking him as you sit under his desk like a ball of sin.

Your breasts. Soft, pillowy, another place where you smell the sweetest. You've let him lie his head on your chest. Two things that could bring him to ruin in so many ways. Let him fuck his cock between them until he spilled a load right over your face.

Your mouth. The one he's kissed over and over. The one that was currently slurping down his knot as if made for it. The one that sent his head flying back as he thrust his hips up desperately, letting his knotted dick fill the depths of your throat. One thing that could bring him to ruin in so many ways.

"F-Fuck...! Fuckfuckfuckfuck p-pup...p-please...!" Valko hiccups and begs to no one but the vivid hallucination of you servicing his dick. He's still alone, eyes closed, drooling, and sniffing your panties like a perv while fisting his cock frantically. He's spilled so much precum on himself that it's turned messy and sloppy. Making his balls clench as he feels that white hot pleasure building in his abdomen.

His glasses are askew on his face, his slacks have slid down to his ankles with his squirming. He's sweating up a storm in his coat, but the pleasure feels too good for him to care.

"Go...gonna fucking cum, baby...o-oh my....god...!" He rambles mindlessly; blabbering absolutely whoreish nonsense to no one but himself. Keeping up the illusion of you stroking his cock in his mind until he'd be dreaming of it tonight. Leaning back in his chair, his eyes twitch as he finally opens them, looking up at the ceiling while he thrusts his hips ferally into his palm, every thought of his drowned in the smell from your panties. His back arches involuntarily when he does cum. His knot swells as his load splatters all over his hand and chest, nearly painful from how pent up he feels. He howls and growls lowly, needing to not make himself seem so freaked out like he was, even if he was alone.

And then his worst nightmare happens like you know he's doing something he shouldn't be doing. His phone begins to ring and buzz on his desk, the screen lighting up and displaying your name.

With a ragged huff, Valko sits right up and at attention, still panting heavily, still gripping your panties with one hand while his other is left in sticky white and hovering around a throbbing shaft. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. Deafening himself. The ringing is too loud. He can't think. Overwhelmed. Yet he sets your underwear down to pick up his phone to answer your call. Because of course he'd pick up.

"..h-hello?"

"Val. Hey. Are you busy?"

"U-Uhm." A shaky clear of his throat. "N-No. Not busy. I..." A gentle sigh. "I was... going to call you in a bit... to see if you were alright. You, uh... beat me to it."

"Oh. Well. The mission is actually going well. There's...."

Valko is already zoned out to the sound of your voice. Like honey, even when you're talking about work. He slumps over his desk, head down as he grabs your panties again. Letting you ramble on about stuff he genuinely couldn't care about right now. He was jerking himself off, muffling his noises in your lacewear.

"...Valko?"

Your voice. Why weren't you here with him right now? Why did he have to resort to such... perverted things because he misses you so fucking much. Why, why, why-

"Valko!"

"H-Huh?!" Valko whines, startled when you call his name through the phone.

"Are you listening? What's wrong?"

You had a suspicion. He wasn't necessarily the best at hiding his noises of pleasure.

"N-Nothing.... nothing is wrong, baby. I-I..." He's drooling again because his mind is blank. He can barely string a sentence together.

"You need me, don't you, Valko."

"A-Ah...!"

Every muscle in his body tenses and goes rigid. There.... there was no way. Was he that obvious? Fuck, fuck. Fucking say something, Valko!

"I've been missing you, too. I hope you know." Your voice drops a bit, turning oddly seductive within seconds. "These days feel like years when I'm away from you."

"...y-yeah?" Valko mumbles, sounding pathetic and he knows he does. Hearing that you've been missing him as much as he's been missing you makes him feel warm inside. Giddy, like how a puppy feels, and deeply aroused like a wolf does.

"Of course. I'd rather be there with you than here. I want to help you, y'know."

"J-Just keep talking... please."

You scoff a little as you hear the frantic pace of his hand sliding up and down his cock. It sounds wet. Like he just finished not too long ago. His shaky breaths and soft growls of pleasure leave you stunned for a moment. Listening to him masturbate over the phone felt like a fever dream. Work couldn't be any more boring at the moment.

"I bet you're at your desk down in the lab, right? All alone? Nothing but the thought of me in your head, huh Valko?"

Valko grunts. Was it that fucking obvious? Are you going to tell him you know he has your panties next? He'd rather die in shame.

"Good boy, you're only thinking of me. As it should be."

Valko's growling is getting worse. Pumping his hand quicker like he was going feral.

"Nnnghh..! T-Too much...can't...fucking think..."

You're listening to your werewolf boyfriend absolutely lose it over the phone. The sloppy sounds of him fucking his palm with no control. Hearing his heavy breaths and fervent growls filled with desire. You were unsure if this was torture for him or you.

"I won't lie, Val. Dreamt about you last night. Having you take me again. Wouldn't mind riding you to heaven when I get back to Linkon."

The wolf is reduced to noises. His eyes are locked onto his knot, watching his hand stroke quickly. Imagining it was you instead. Your hands. Your mouth. Your tits. Your fucking pussy. Your panties are clamped in his mouth, unfortunately soaking up all of his drool. You have no idea just how whipped he is for you. Your words would need to be promise. He now knows what he's going to be looking forward to the most when you return.

"Are you close, babe? You aren't talking to me anymore."

Well, it's because he doesn't know how to talk right now. All he can do is grunt in response, but it comes out as a slight whimper. A slight "mhm." Painfully close. He's watching his cock leak like a faucet, feeling it throb like he was in the depths of heat.

"Why don't you go ahead and cum, then? Have it splatter allllll over me. Or maybe inside this time? Fucking knock me up with all of that cum, Val."

And god, he did. His hand temporarily felt like your tight cunt clamped around him. Just to encourage him further, you moaned softly and praised him, making him orgasm right there at his desk again. A louder howl left him this time, his body shooting to his feet as he humps at the air helplessly while spilling his seed all on the floor of the lab- still imagining he was deep inside of you.

You give him a minute to process. You chuckle a little over his phone.

"I gotta go, Valko. You did a good job. Don't worry. I'll be home soon. Think you can last until I make it back to you?"

Valko slumps back in his chair, utterly spent. Trembling, still reeling as the post-nut clarity begins to settle in. His amber eyes stare at his phone until he reaches a shaky hand out to end the call. He's covered in a mess of his own seed, thighs spasming, head still spinning and mouth still drooly.

But sure. He'll await your return. And he promises you might not survive that night.

[thalwri]

IN HEAT

synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.

warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.

wc: 2,3k

a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.

Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.

Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.

“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.

“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.

“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—

“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—

“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”

“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.

Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant. 

What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.

But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore. 

You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.

Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.

He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it. 

“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”

Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.

The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish. 

“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.

You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.

Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.

“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest. 

“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.

“Please…”

“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do. 

You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?

With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”

“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.

“If you’re grossed out—“

“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”

“The millisecond.”

His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”

“I’ll put a poet to shame.”

“Pull my hair?”

“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”

A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”

Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.

It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.

The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens. 

But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?

You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours. 

You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again. 

“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.

“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.

He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.

Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it? 

His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.

Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”

“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”

You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.

It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.

Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.

Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!

You love these fucking supermoons.

“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”

“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“

“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”

He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”

“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.

“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.

You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”

Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”