On twitter i have seen stuff rumors really that ppl are fighting to keep valko from cn fans to workers. I have seen stuff on bc of the controversy caused by some very poor hurtful story decisions and harassment from cn fans caused the chinese government to step in for lots of reasons some being sexist like the declining birthrate due to fictional men. Maybe look into yourself if you can. This has changed my perspective on how i am approaching this. I am redownloading the game, i wont be giving money tho and logging in often. I am upset and mad with infold but I don't want to see the game gone. I hope if something happens they just turn it to global servers/global game at this point, but i fear for revune to keep the game going so idk about that. Just keep reading, look at any info u can find, make ur own decisions and make noise for valko and global servers staying!
synopsis: after getting pricked by a porcupine, valko is sentenced to the cone of shame for 7 days. the vet has one additional instruction: avoid skin-to-skin contact with you.
slowly, he descends into depravity.
tags: fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship, porn with plot, sexual tension, porcupine, valko goes to the vet, poorly researched veterinary procedure, valko implied to have previously been sprayed by a skunk, this dog eats chocolate, plot gets progressively hornier, clingy valko, switch valko, begging, facesitting, cunnilingus, face riding, cum eating, doggy position, spit kink, scent kink, licking, light predator prey, light wrestling, floor sex, male masturbation, voyeurism, biting, manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex, knotting, at least i tried knotting im not too involved with that so i dont know for certain, shirt sniffing, pillow sniffing, these are out of order, poorly proofread
pairing: valko x fem reader
word count: 5.4k
a/n: may you forever frolic in that big forest in the sky 🕊️
“Koko! Where are you? We’re going to be late!”
Your gut swirls with worry as you check your phone again. It’s been over an hour—is he still not back from his run?
Any longer, and your reserved seats for the newest horror movie would be stolen for sure. Not that you think he’d mind, though—he usually curled up into you before the second act even started.
Peering around the backyard, you scan the dense, verdant woods in all directions. He’d never dedicated himself to any particular trail, which meant that he could return from anywhere.
It also meant that he could be anywhere right now.
Fighting a losing battle with unease, you slide your phone into your back pocket and take a few timid steps toward the forest. No matter where he was, he’d come running if you got into trouble. You knew that for certain. How many times had he jumped defensively in front of you only for a bunny or a bird to be the perceived threat? Still, the unpredictability of nature gives you pause.
Just as you inch forward a few more steps, there’s a rustle at the treeline.
You can hear that Valko's hurt before you can see it. Those breathy, frustrated whines—you’d recognize them anywhere. But where is he? How is he injured?
A wall of green stares back at you, refusing to answer.
You’re jogging toward the trees now, throwing caution to the wind as you follow the sounds of his pain. Just before you cross into the forest, you finally spot your boyfriend’s massive figure, his wine red hair being the giveaway. He’s facing a pine tree, tail stiff and laid low, touching his head and wincing repeatedly.
As he registers your scent and whips around to face you, you understand why: at least 15 black-tipped, spindly death daggers sprout from his cheeks and nose.
“Valko?” You cover your mouth in shock, and he stumbles closer, falling forward against you.
“Hurts,” he grunts.
Like always, you struggle to support his large body. Even more so now that one wrong move could further impale him. “What happened?”
“Porcupines are supposed to be nocturnal,” he says, voice grim and shaky. “This one wasn’t.”
If you had an extra hand, you’d drag it down your forehead right now.
Skunks, raccoons, exceptionally angry squirrels—those had all happened before. A porcupine, though? That was new. Almost impressive.
“You just get into all sorts of trouble, don’t you.” Taking a step back, you brace your hands on his chest to examine him. “Let me have a look at you.”
The quills look like toothpicks dipped in black ink. And while a few of them seem to have barely penetrated his skin, the majority mark the porcupine’s decisive victory.
“Can you take them out?” he asks, staring down at you pleadingly. “If we hurry, we can still make the movie on time. I know I’m super late. I’m sorry.”
Twenty of nature’s finest knives in his face, and he’s worried about the movies?
“You obviously had a reason,” you murmur, cupping his less-affected left cheek in your hand. “I don’t know if I should, Koko. The tomato bath was one thing, but this… If I do it wrong, I’ll just make it worse.”
His response is simple: “I trust you.”
Cute. But not what you need right now.
Blowing out a breath, you stand up on your tiptoes and reach for one of the looser quills. Your fingers barely brush the tip of it when renewed anxiety shoots through you. “No, no. I can’t! I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t if you tried.” He snorts, then winces at the pain.
“Tell that to the porcupine.” You narrow your eyes. “I think it missed the memo.”
His ears swivel in acknowledgment. He’s 0–2 in battles today.
“All right, change of plans,” you announce, clapping your hands and turning on your heel. “We can go to the movies another day. Right now, we need to go to the vet.”
“It’s not that serious,” he protests. “I’d do it myself if I just had a mirror. Let’s go back to the house, and—”
“I’ll get the car ready.” Your word is final.
His ears droop atop his head.
Ultimately, you had to ease him into the passenger’s seat so he didn’t accidentally nudge any of the quills. You debated just shoving him into the trunk so he’d have extra room, but figured extraction would be a difficult task in the clinic’s often-packed parking lot.
In the waiting room, you try to shield him as best you can from quizzical looks and a particularly curious cat, but he’s without a doubt the largest patient in the room. Likewise, once he’s called to the back, his sheer size makes the exam room furniture look like dollhouse accessories. The central table is nearly the length of his tail alone, and it creaks under his every movement. But you stand dutifully at his side, making sure he’s as comfortable as can be, given the circumstances.
The vet’s entrance is prompt as always—part of the reason why Valko prefers this clinic. The other is the giant fish tank in the waiting room that he gets to busy himself with. Today, he was in too much pain, but he typically holds intense staring contests with its oblivious inhabitants, bragging to you whenever he “wins.”
“Well, I typically ask, ‘What seems to be the problem?’,” Dr. Song jokes as she shakes both of your hands. “But today, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Sighing, Valko scratches at his jeans. “I went out for a run, and I heard something grunting in a bush nearby. I thought it might’ve been a lost pup, so I went to check it out. Anyone would, right?” He looks to you for support.
Smiling softly, you rub a hand down his back. “Right.” Not in most circumstances, no!
Nodding gratefully, he continues. “As soon as I crouched down and saw it, it whipped its tail at me. Next thing I knew, it had stabbed me a million times.”
“Well.” Dr. Song sighs and pulls out a pair of tweezers. “You’re not the worst case I’ve seen. Sometimes, it’s the whole face—and neck.” She waves her hand forward, and Valko scoots toward her on the table. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”
You take a step back to give her some space, but she quickly shakes her head. “Oh no, you stay standing next to him. I might need you to hold him down.”
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Right when you wonder if Valko’s death grip will shatter every bone in your hand, Dr. Song holds up the final quill in triumph. “That’s nineteen quills total. Looks like Mr. Porcupine let you off easy.”
Valko kicks the air in desolation. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
“It will when you wake up tomorrow and you don’t have to wonder, ‘How did it even get my nostrils?’,” she retorts, heading to the door. “Now, let me just get your treatment, and you’ll be free to go.”
The second she steps into the hall, Valko turns to you and whimpers. “It hurts.”
Frowning in sympathy, you run your free hand through his hair. “How bad?”
“Really.”
You start to shush him and scratch the backs of his ears how he likes, but approaching footsteps force him to regain his composure. Still, when Dr. Song re-enters the room, he holds your hand a little tighter.
“All right,” she begins. “I’m going to disinfect and put ointment on the wounds, and…” She pulls out a familiar, conical object from behind her back.
Valko freezes as soon as he sees it. Your own mouth parts in shock.
Is that…?
No way.
“...to keep them from getting infected, either through scratching or contamination, I recommend you wear this recovery cone for a week. Just to be safe.”
When she waves the transparent cone through the air, Valko sputters in consternation. “You want to put me in jail?”
“Of course not. You’ve done nothing wrong. But to prevent further irritation, it’s best that for the next seven days, you only remove this from your neck when absolutely necessary. Also, you should avoid certain skin-to-skin activities that may aggravate the entry spots.”
You understand her implication, but Valko’s tail thrashes in unease. “What…what kind of activities?”
The doctor smiles down at him. “The usual. Scenting, kissing, anything further than that. Now! Raise your head for me so I can clean the punctures.”
Before he does, Valko gives you a look that needs no decoding: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Day 1
Your keys clatter on the kitchen counter as Valko trails inside behind you.
Knowing he’ll be glum about his current confinement, you try to get ahead of it, hoping you can offset the bad with so much good, he’ll forget about being in plastic prison.
“So, is there anything you want to do this evening? Watch a drama, make double chocolate chip cookies, play a video game? I could order in from your favorite steakhouse if you want. Or we could go for a walk?”
Despite your efforts, his lips stay curved downward. His ears barely twitch at the mention of his favorite things.
“Okay, what about—”
“I look dumb,” he mumbles suddenly, blinking at you through the cone. It surrounds his head like petals to a flower, stopping just above his nose. He looks like an upright bullhorn, or perhaps a frilled lizard, but you can’t tell him that.
“You look safe,” you say instead. “That’s what matters, yeah?”
“Not when I look dumb, too.” With a huff, he reaches behind his head, eager to free himself of Conecatraz. But before he can undo the clasp, you’re crossing your arms and tapping your foot, giving him a withering glare.
“You know you aren’t supposed to touch that. Put your hands down.”
“Make me.”
Oh, really? That’s how it is?
Scoffing, you cock your head at him, and the first signs of regret appear on his face. “‘Make’ you, huh? Should I call the vet and tell her what you’re up to? I’m sure she has advice for patients who break the rules. Like, maybe if you mess with your cone too much and stunt your healing progress, you’ll just have to wear it even longer to make up for it?” You start to turn, ready to stalk toward the house phone.
“No, wait!” Lurching forward, he tries to bend down to snuggle you in apology—a favorite habit of his. But you sidestep him quickly, clicking your tongue in admonishment.
As he loses his balance, he gives you a look of ultimate betrayal.
“Don’t pout at me. I'm doing this for you, okay? You heard the doctor. Where your face is concerned, skin-to-skin contact is off limits for now.”
As if he didn't hear you, he ducks toward you again, desperate to marry his cone to your shoulder. This time, you give his arm a healthy pinch, and he yelps in shock.
“No, Koko. It's for your own good.”
Frustration grows on his face, beginning to claw at your heart, too. He’s never had to limit contact with you like this. Even when you first met, he was stuck to you like a magnet.
Sighing, you try to bring him some comfort. “Here. Get on your knees.”
He follows the order without further prompting, sinking to his knees on the kitchen floor. Even like this, he’s still half your height.
“Come here.” Reaching through the cone’s opening, you pet the top of his head, running your fingers through his soft strands with care. When he leans into your touch, you trace his ears with light strokes and smile when he shudders. Gradually, the deep frown on his face shrinks to a mild line of displeasure.
He wraps his strong arms around your thighs in a stubborn thank-you, and you can't help but coo down at him. “You’re my big, strong wolf, aren’t you? It’ll be over before you know it. You can handle this, no problem.”
Day 3
Valko could not handle it, and there were many problems.
In fact, while he was bored out of his mind the night of Day 2, he pried open his laptop and drafted a list of complaints.
Eating has become an unpleasant experience. While he’s permitted to remove the cone at mealtimes, he must eat in a separate room so your scent doesn’t lure his unprotected self over. Worse, you will not enter the room until he’s refastened the cone around his neck. The humiliation of having to cone himself solely to win your presence is quickly becoming too much to bear.
You won’t let him go on errands with you, lest he get into something he shouldn't and aggravate his wounds. This makes him incredibly restless—especially when you come home smelling like other people and things, and there’s nothing he can do about it. This causes significant anxiety and emotional distress.
He usually sleeps with his tail curled around you and his face shoved deep into your skin. This earns him a constant stream of your scent. However, a wall of pillows now separates your sides of the bed. Even worse, he is not permitted to remove the cone for the night. This causes discomfort and loss of familiarity, which undermines the restorative purpose of sleep. He will be sending you any medical bills that arise due to his sleep deprivation.
Last, but perhaps most important: the cone obstructs his view of you, which he depends on for energy throughout the day. (You’re quick to deem this one questionable, because the cone is fully see through???)
A document of his grievances was taped to your blanket, just over your heart, this morning.
Clearly, he had a lot on his mind.
Now, you lie on the sofa watching TV, trying to cuddle with him as best you can. Your fingers are intertwined, and he’s sprawled awkwardly across your lap, face up and eyes begging. You try to ignore the incessant nonverbal pleading, rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb.
Sometimes, he turns his head into your belly—or maybe a little lower—and inhales as deeply as he can through the plastic. When you gasp and swat at him, suddenly scandalized, he only huffs and grumbles, bringing you closer. “Just let me have this.”
As the sun dips in the sky, he almost relaxes. He grows captivated by the nature show you’re watching, ears going into overdrive from all the birdsongs and animal calls. It’s the calmest he’s been in the last three days, you think—until the “woodland creatures” portion of the show begins.
His mortal enemy lies in wait within.
“It’s not as big as the one that did this to me,” he growls at the porcupine stumbling around on the screen. “He was a monster.”
“I’m sure he was,” you answer automatically. You’re used to this by now. “How else could he have taken you down?”
Valko grunts in agreement, then pauses the TV. “Can we do something else now?”
“Okay.” You squint at him warily. “Something like what?”
Slowly, as if you won’t be able to see him, he trails his hand down your side, gently squeezing at your hip.
“No,” you sigh, firmly returning his hand to him.
Tuning out his protests, you unpause the show. At that moment, a closeup of the porcupine’s snout fills the screen.
“Can you at least change the channel, then?” he mumbles.
Day 5
Since you’ve known him, Valko has never been one to give up. Driven and scrupulous, he approaches life with an outlook that’s both endearing and exhausting: if not now, maybe later.
It’s no surprise, then, when his attempts to hold and claim you like normal escalate to new heights.
One time, you catch him in the midst of the most primal desperation.
It’s not even noon yet, but here he is: laid out nude in the middle of your bed, head propped on his set of pillows while he clutches one of yours to his cone. With his instincts compromised and your scent already flooding his nose, he can’t yet tell that you’ve entered the room. And boy. If you thought he was shameless in public, Valko in private is a whole different animal.
His hand is all but glued to the heavy bulk between his legs, pumping and twisting like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
His thumb circles his tip as he works his rhythm, abs flexing with each ragged breath. Every soft, broken moan of your name is an axe to your resolve.
Before you do something you’ll regret, you try to back out of the bedroom and leave. But as soon as one foot is out the door, your shoulder hits the wall with a quiet thump.
You freeze instantly, your heart dropping to your feet.
There’s no point in hoping he didn’t hear. To Valko, no sound is ever quiet.
He jerks his head toward you immediately, steady pumps getting wilder the moment your eyes meet. “Fuck,” he pants, writhing desperately on the sheets. His massive thighs tremble with every movement, sending tiny shocks of heat to your core. “Fuck.”
“Valk—”
“Please help me. Please, it hurts so bad. I need you so bad, please, it’s been days.”
You bite your lip so hard, you think you’ll draw blood. “You know I can’t.”
“I don’t care what the vet said,” he growls, fist finally coming to a stop. “I care about you.”
Clinging to resolve, you cross your arms and stay put. At that, he closes his eyes and breathes slow and deep through his nose.
“Just— Help me finish, please. You don’t have to touch anywhere near my face. That’s the rule, right?”
As that pleading stare pins you to the spot once more, you bite your lip in consideration. He’s flushed all over, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his whole body. He really does need your help, but can you risk it?
When his mask slips, letting the hungry glint in his eyes shine through, you know you can’t.
“I won’t touch you, Valko. But you can use this.” Swiftly, you tug your shirt over your head and toss it onto the bed. He catches it with ease, and behind the cone, his face contorts in bewilderment.
“Use it?”
“To finish,” you explain, folding your arms across your bra. “It’s the safest way I can help you right now.”
Gazing at you like you’re a deity reborn, he presses the fabric to his cone’s exterior, right outside his nose. As he inhales, a deep, guttural groan escapes him. “Thank you,” he pants. His hand returns to his reddened length, and he redoubles his earlier efforts.
Leaking arousal glistens on his skin, and you can hear how much easier it makes things for him. Covered in his own desire, he slides his hand up and down with no friction, creating lewd, wet sounds that echo through the room.
“Thank you, thank you— Fuck, thank you. I’ve done this like ten times already, and it’s taken me longer every go,” he admits shamelessly. “This is so much better. Not as good as you, but so much better. Thank you.”
He bucks his hips into his giant fist, and for a moment, you fear your shared bed might collapse under his ferocity. Once he starts licking the cone’s wall, as if he’ll be able to taste your shirt through the plastic, you almost want to avert your eyes and leave the two of them alone together.
You don’t have long to ponder it. Soon after, Valko comes quickly with a deep groan of your name, coating his skin in spills of white. As he convulses in pleasure, you approach his bedside to stroke his hair through the cone’s opening—just like you have for the last several days. Valko whines at your touch.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just two more days, yeah?”
His response is halfway between a growl and a grunt. Chuckling, you bend to kiss his damp, darkened hair. “Just two more days.”
Day 7
At 12 a.m., you wake to an empty bed. “Koko?”
There’s no response to your call. Groaning, you throw off the covers and stretch your tired limbs. Where did he run off to? It’s barely been two hours since you went to bed.
Hugging yourself to keep warm, you pad into the dark hallway. The home gym is clear, and he’s not in the kitchen sneaking chocolate. Where could he be?
It doesn’t take long to find out.
In the living room, Valko stands at the back door, gazing at the moon through the window.
He’s clad only in loose grey sweats. More notably, he’s missing his cone.
The only indication that he knows you’re there is a near imperceptible twitch of his ears. “It’s day seven, did you know that?” he rumbles.
Suddenly nervous, you shift on your feet. “I did.”
“So you also know what I’ve been missing the last seven days.” He turns to face you, eyes stormy and narrowed. “What I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. What I begged you to give me, but you refused. Acted like you were doing me a favor,” he spits out, lips curling into a snarl.
In the moonlight filtering through the window, his amber eyes are a new level of otherworldly. Pale, greyish-white slivers flicker across his chest, making his taut abs seem to ripple in front of you.
After seven days, he looks very, very grumpy.
You get the sense that you’re in trouble.
“Koko,” you start, stepping forward to placate him, “you know that’s not—”
“Don’t ‘Koko’ me,” he snaps. “That’s reserved for people I’m close with.”
Is he serious? “You know I’m closer to you than anyone.”
“Right now? After this week? I’m not so sure. But you will be.” His tail swishes behind him as he takes a menacing step toward you. “Come here,” he growls out.
“We can talk about this, but I’m not going to—”
“Three.”
“Okay, are you seriously threatening me with a countdown?”
“Two.”
“That’s my thing! You know, when you won’t let me get out of bed, or when you bite too hard, or—”
He doesn’t let you get to “one.”
When he bursts forward at superhuman speed, he doesn’t even give you the chance to run.
You’re in his arms in an instant, thrashing wildly as he tries to pull you both to the floor. “You’re heavy as fuck!” you bark at him. “Let me go!”
“No.” He overpowers you easily, lowering you to the carpet and quickly pinning you there. He only takes a moment to revel in your submission—your high squeaks and whimpers and feeble attempts to swat him off. Evidently, he has bigger plans for you.
While you wriggle beneath him, he deftly kicks off his sweats and quickly deals with your clothes. You’re wearing only a nightshirt—his, you notice all too late—and completely vulnerable to his impatience.
He rips a line straight down the middle, clumsily shrugging the worn fabric off you. While you’re too busy gawking to register his actions, he slides down your body, coming to a halt at your traitorously wet heat.
“Usually, at least a little bit of my scent lingers here,” he says, inhaling you deeply. “You’ve lost it after not taking me for so long. But we’ll fix it, won’t we?”
When you don’t respond, his eyes flash up at you. “Won’t we?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, signing away your fate.
“Yeah, we will.” Surging forward, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, swirling his tongue into you without warning. His ensuing groan could start a national scandal.
“I’m gonna let you go, all right?” He nips your inner thigh. “Don’t try to run from me. I’ll catch you.”
He watches closely as he eases off of you, but there’s no need—you obey.
“Good girl,” he mocks, and you break his gaze with a huff.
Chuckling, he sweeps his hair back and lies down on the carpet, grabbing your arm and dragging you to him. “Sit on me.”
“…What?”
“My face. Sit on it.”
“…What?”
“Oh, I get it. Is this a ‘make me’ kind of thing? Well, if you insis—”
“No!” You hold your hands out in defense, grimacing when he grins at you. “You know we’ve never…done that before.”
He shrugs. “First time for everything. Hop on.”
You stay put, shaking your head with vigor no matter how hard your center pulses. “What if you can’t breathe?”
“Don’t need to.”
“I think you do, but okay.” Playing with your fingers, you search for another excuse. “What if I’m too heavy?”
Valko’s smile slips, and his top lip curls as he looks at you flatly. “Now you’re just insulting me.”
In retrospect, you should’ve known that one wouldn’t get you very far.
“Fine,” you concede shakily. Crawling toward him, you put your hands on either side of his massive body and sit down on him in a straddle. Gingerly, you scoot up, and up, and up, until your hips are right below his chin. His smirk widens all the way.
“Last chance to back out,” you offer helplessly. How would grilled porcupine taste?
“In your dreams.” In an instant, his arm shoots out behind you and guides you forward. You cry out the second your sensitive flesh meets his skin, nearly cursing from the foreign sensation.
For a moment, all he does is breathe you in. Lewd, deep inhales, trying to siphon the scent from your depths. “Missed this,” he murmurs, words slightly muffled. “Missed you. Fuck, you’re so good. You smell so good.”
You’re afraid to look down, but you don’t have to. You can hear his smile.
Instead, you look behind you, seeing that his thick, veiny length is flushed and leaking already. Your gulp echoes in your ears.
A soft press of his lips to your throbbing clit pulls you back to your senses. With another kiss, he positions the bud over his nose and your entrance over his mouth, so he’s sure to catch all your desire.
When he squeezes your hip, you know he’s asking for more. Gently, timidly, you rock against his face to appease him. Valko, though, ever observant when you’re involved, knows you’re withholding your full weight.
And he won’t have it.
Simultaneously, he delivers a sharp slap to your backside and nips your clit in warning. When you squeal out into the cool air, he soothes the sting with a searing lash of his tongue.
“I’m trying!” you cry. “Whenever we do this, I’m always the one on my back! I feel weird.”
Squeezing your hips, he lifts you up just enough to speak. “Tough.”
Then, he plops you right back down, the smack of skin on skin spreading a wildfire across your cheeks.
Eager to explore, he glides his tongue around your core, poking and prodding wherever he likes. When you arch away from the pleasure, too sensitive to stay still, he decides he’s had enough.
His tight grip on your hips is his first act of defiance. But when he starts bouncing you on his face, alternating between his mouth and nose, you’re more than ready to throw in the towel.
“Valko!” you whine. Up and down, down and up. Up and down again and again. How long has he wanted this?
A response would require a pause in his actions, so of course, he doesn’t provide one. Instead, he flattens his tongue against your clit and makes you grind your hips down onto him, like he’s nothing but an extension of you. “Valko!” you repeat, stars quickly clouding your vision.
All he offers is an unburdened grunt, clearly not planning on stopping anytime soon. And why would he, when there’s so much to lap up?
A mix of his saliva and your arousal pools between you, with sound effects previously unheard of filling the room. You’re so wet, at one point, you almost slide down his face to his forehead—but he hauls you back up with a laugh, the vibrations only exacerbating the issue. When you pull at his hair, shy and embarrassed, he merely sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop.
Captive to his relentless touch, it isn’t long before your muscles contract and release, sending more and more wetness gushing toward his waiting mouth.
Your mind is a haze as he licks you clean, making sure not to waste a single drop. You do register, though, how he inhales once again when he’s finished. “Smells like me again. That’s better.”
Thinking his wrath has exhausted itself, you feel your body deflate like a popped balloon. You’re more than ready to melt into the sheets and sleep off the worst of the aftermath.
“We should seal the deal, though. Just to be sure.”
Valko has other plans.
Before you can blink, he flips you over with force, driving your hands and knees into the carpet. When you yelp, he squeezes your backside in apology, only to slip his fingers down to your open slit. Once he confirms that you’re ready for him, he braces his hands on your hips and slides into you with ease.
Your startled gasp is his grand opportunity. As you cry out his name, he shoves his fingers into your open mouth, making you sputter and swallow around them. With his other hand, he clamps your jaw shut so you’re forced to bite him, your blunt teeth barely a threat against his skin.
All the while, he’s moaning and laughing, hips stuttering from his rapid thrusts. Each time his base slaps your backside, you feel him grow larger and larger, until you’re being speared on something you’re not sure you can take. But as your muscles contract around him once more, squeezing him with all that they have, you don’t think that matters anymore.
In tune with your own release, hot spurts shoot deep into your channel, followed by a searing, swollen pressure you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to. It’s at this point that the last of your strength crumbles. But when you start to slump into the floor, you find you can’t move too far—not without bringing Valko with you.
As you both catch your breath, locked together until the comedown, he slides his hand out of your mouth and slaps your cheek lightly, signaling for you to open your screwed-shut eyes. When you do, he sticks his drool-coated fingers into his own mouth, canines poking into his flesh as he swipes his tongue greedily.
All you can do is whine.
You don’t know when your bodies will loosen up enough for you to separate. All you know is that he’s got you here, right where he wants you, for a long, long, agonizingly long time.
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“Are you satisfied?” you deadpan as the beast finally tucks you into bed.
“For now.” You can hear his smirk as he flicks off the lights. Doesn’t make much of a difference, though.
It’s dawn.
“But you can check back with me in an hour. Maybe my answer will be different.”
“In an hour, I will be dead to the world and recovering from you,” you grumble. Suddenly, you purse your lips. “I’m gonna miss that cone, you know.”
Even in the dim morning light, you can see his brows furrow. “What?”
“You looked cute in it. Like a little puppy.” Reaching out, you grab his face and squish his cheeks between your fingers. “So cute.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but his tail thumps the mattress. “Whatever. It did have its benefits, though. Tonight was so good, I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”
“You really think you can do that again? Seven whole days, no contact?”
“‘Course I do. It wasn’t that hard for me.”
Your eyes narrow into slits. “Not even you believe that.”
“Yeah. This was fun, though,” he says through a yawn. “We should do it again sometime. Goodnight.”
As he rolls over and tucks his tail around you, blanketing you in half his body weight, a nagging thought won’t leave your head.
Should you switch vets?
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“P-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!” Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
valko who loves to knot you on your side so while you're waiting for the knot to deflate, he's watching you play breath of the wild on your switch and giving you combat advice.
"now dodge...i said dodge!"
"i did dodge! the fucking lynel's too fast!"
"wow, bested by a lynel, huh?"
"as if it didn't take you a week to kill a gleeok."
"they're a three-headed beast that shoots fire, ice AND lightening at you!"
Hi! I'm on a Discord server with a LADS affiliate, so she brings us news as soon as her contacts inform her. To summarize a long story, what Infold did wasn't to appease CN girls, it was to 'appease the government'. The media was speaking ill of the game and of Valko, and the CCP or Chinese Communist Party was involved. From what I've been told, the government claims that otome games are to blame for the country's low birth rate. It's not just Valko that's at risk, nor just LADS, it's all female-oriented games in China. From what I understand, Infold is trying to become an IPO to be less influenced by the Chinese government. The images explain better what I'm saying, but I think it's no longer time for a boycott... Given that we are at risk of losing LADS, it's better to show support...
Thank you friend for sharing this to us. I’ve also come to the conclusion that Valko’s removal must’ve been an act to appease not the toxic CN fans, but to quickly placate their government.
I don’t know what actions to take at this point. If we stop boycotting, they will devalue global opinions even more, because they’ll think we’re so easily strung along. On the other hand, if we continue, there’s a chance- if all this is true- that Infold will not have the support it needs to move along with future decisions to improve and preserve the game. There’s rumors that they are trying to relocate in order to have more creative freedom with their game without being stifled by their government and now, the forever looming threat of censorship from their crazy, native fans. If this is all true, I would love to support them so they can do what they need to so we’re not given an EOS announcement. But we’re so left in the dark right now, it’s impossible to know what’s happening, and therefore how to act.
I really can’t help but feel like this is an irreparable hit to the game, but I pray Im wrong. From now on, Infold will be entirely at the mercy of deranged CN fans, and if these mentioned fans don’t like a creative choice from the company— more clearly, if it’s not about advancing their chosen LI— then they will band together again and launch hate campaigns; it doesn’t matter if what they’re saying is built entirely on lies or pieces of lore from the story/characters that are taken out of context- so long as they can get the attention of major news outlets and the literal CCP, then they’re happy to slander. Anything for their LI, right? Who they’re too stupid to realize is now just as much at risk as Valko- as is the whole of the game because of their selfish, psychotic actions.
The Love and Deepspace creative vision is damaged; without the intended 6th LI, the main story will suffer and reveal plot holes; we will never get answers for many things; and there will be a clear shift in the trajectory of the story to account for the fact a long existent piece of it was ripped out. The trust from fans is broken. The community is disgustingly divided.
There’s a decent chance, now that the literal CCP is scrutinizing Infold, that we will no longer get spicy, even mildly suggestive, or angsty cards. The moral grey areas of certain characters will never receive more subtance- I won’t be surprised if Infold has to completely scrap any little hint of an ambivalent moral compass for the LIs, which all of them have by the way, some more than others. No LI is safe. And no LI will really be the same anymore. It’s probable that the incredibly complex, detailed, often mature world of Love And Deepspace will be reduced to Cocomelon.
I truly hope the crazed CN fans are proud of their unreasonable, unhinged behavior, because it will punish them the most. If they were so obsessed with their LI to flag down the CN government with the goal to ‘correct’ infold into releasing content for their specific LI, then I can’t imagine what they’ll do if the game collapses because of them. These people really might have just ‘killed’ their beloved LIs 😂 All you can do is laugh because it’s so fcking unbelievable.
Now maybe I’m being positive but I hope all this isn’t the case. LADS officially deleted all promotional content for Valko, and reverted the marketing banners to the 5. However I highly doubt they actually wiped any files for Valko, and in my opinion it sort of feels like they’re holding back…? Like you say you’re going on a diet, but there is still cake in the fridge in case you change your mind. They didn’t fully delete the YT promotional content— his videos became unlisted which means if they decide they want to publicize it again, they can at any time. If you watched them recently, you can find them in your history. I assume they also simply shelved it on their other socials instead of flat out deleting.
I’ve heard rumors that Infold might go on a 2-month hiatus to restructure and save their game (+ move), which is preferable to it being nuked by insane cn fans. However, I still worry about the chance of us receiving a sabotaged, censored version of the game from there on. If Infold really does relocate, I think that’s their best shot. They won’t be so controlled by the government anymore and more importantly the psychotic parasocialites which their own devs labeled as ‘malicious individuals’. It applies distance and future prevention from the legal + political threats we’re seeing them experience now thanks to coordinated fans who know exactly where to hit (spots where it’s historically sensitive; where CN government is worried for their nations prosperity and image, etc) to get their way.
So sorry to ramble. But yeah, I don’t know what to do girlies 🤷♀️ I really hope infold relocates- however long that takes and whatever that looks like. Once they’re safe, I think they would love to release Valko as intended- and expand on their meticulously crafted story which he’s always been apart of. And if they do, I pray they continue developing characters with depth and flaws, which sometimes includes dark themes and uncomfortable topics. Ive always trusted and adored the creative vision the infold team had for LADS, but if this does blow over, and the solution is to minimize any mature content (whether it be morally grey, uncomfortable areas or suggestive cards), I will never redownload this game again. Because it has lost its artistic spark- which is crazy because I truly believe that’s not what Infold wants. They poured so much resources, time, effort, research, and their favorite- money- into Valko’s creation as well as the overall game. If the rumors are true, it’s due to their hands being tied by extremists + their actions that they just can’t fulfill certain intents / actions right now.
also a thought: if infold does have plans to relocate/improve, and desperately wants to keep their players to stay while they do so, that would give recent actions some context. For instance, giving out 30 free wishes across the span of a month— forcing you to log in continuously and be a recurring player. As well a new furniture set they’re releasing which is… surprisingly free. These are incentives to log in and stay. Now, this could also be because they know people are pissed about valko, and so they’re trying to do their ragebait-like damage control… but it also could be because they’re trying to tide players over while they fix things in the background?? Who knows.
- I also want to note that infold tore down the big poster of the LIs outside their building. Not just valko— all of them. This is all so confusing and sus.
- there are a lot of cn girlies who love valko too and want him back; they’re leaving chocolate and flowers for him. also some are backtracking on their hate. some wolfies have reached out to global fans encouraging us to continue petitioning and hold out for them- because apparently they also want to make it known they love valko but simply can’t right now because it’s a holiday(?) in china and they have to remain peaceful or quiet on social media until July 2. but anyways this is just more evidence that it was NEVER about valko, and the majority wants him. Infold wants him.
his voice comes out soft, the light from your phone screen the only thing illuminating the dark room. the timestamp on top of his contact photo— the photo you took of him all curled up against your lap— reads almost 6 hours. Six hours of idle chatter, comfortable silence, and gentle reassurance.
"mmm.. 'm here, valko", you mumble out, half asleep and barely present.
valko's been out for a while. it was suppose to be a 2 day work thing, but his project got extended indefinitely. he's apologized over and over again. that's how you've found yourself, calling him during the late night when the thoughts are too much and the night is too long.
at the sound of your voice, you can hear his breathing steady out, and a small ruffle. a sound that's all to familiar for you.
"I can hear your tail thumping, val", you murmur into the phone. on his the rhythmic swishing seems to speed up, and you can't help but giggle out.
"there you are", valko's words are nothing short of love and adoration, "my favorite sound in the world. I could pick up on your laugh anywhere."
the phone starts to ring, the screen glowing with a 'puppy💚 is requesting to facetime'. you waste to time, clicking accept and seeing his face fill the screen.
"hi"
"hi", you say back. it's always like this with him. being with valko means existing in a space where silence is as warm as his embrace. but it's easier when he's there, given that his love language is physical touch.
you're breath comes out shakier than you intended, "...I miss you, Val". his ears, the same fluffy wolf ears that you help him brush every morning, flatten against his skull.
"I know love, I know", he coos gently. its overwhelming in the best ways, the way he's still so present despite the distance. he knows your tells better than anyone else, the little stutter in your breath, the way you wrap yourself deeper in your hoodie— his hoodie— to try and regulate yourself. the way you're fighting back the tears because he's not there to wipe them away.
he lefts out a soft whine, akin to a puppy's cry. "hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He keeps talking, telling you about the new project he's working on, a book that he's in the middle of, how he took over an hour brushing his tail out since you usually help him with it.
his melodic voice calms you down, enough where the pit on your stomach is filled only with the love you have for him, and he has for you.
"...and I've got your blanket with me, just in case you were wondering where it went. sorry not sorry, but I needed my fix of your scent somehow, and-"
valko's ramble dies down when his ears hear how your breathing has steadied, how your eyes are fighting back sleep. he smiles, laying down and facing the phone to his face.
"sleep, love. I'll be right here. I'll be back to hold you soon."
and for a moment, everything seems like it's going to be okay.
i cried while writing this. several times. i miss our wolf.
valko is always there for you, especially on the bad days
a/n: idgaf actually . (lying) here is valko fluff and comfort , go forth my locusts, you know what to do 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗
tags/warnings: valko comfort, mentions of being upset but not about what, valko helps you undress, mentions of valko taking ur bra off ,,, i think that’s it !
“long day?” the deep timbre makes your chest clench, dried tears staining your cheeks from the broken sobs you’d let loose while in your car.
“i didn’t know you were gonna be here,” you mumble, not bothering to hide your emotions, there was no point. valko probably sniffed out your sour mood the second you pulled in.
“missed you too much, doll,” he smiles softly, pushing himself off your couch and walking over to you. there’s tears brimming in your eyes when he approaches you, eyes focused more on toeing your shoes off than looking at your lover. “you wanna talk about it?” his voice is gentle, warm.
you bite your bottom lip to stop it from wobbling. you throw your keys in the small wolf shaped catch-all valko had bought you. valko hears your breath hitch, a frown on his face as he immediately steps closer you.
“c’mon dollface,” he doesn’t waste time in spinning you around softly, calloused thumb wiping away your tears as he smiles down at you. “it’ll be okay, i promise you.” his lips land on your forehead, brushing away any stray hairs.
“you hungry? I can order us some dinner,” you stay quiet at his words, your face buried in his chest as you let out quiet sobs.
“everything fucking sucks val,” you manage out, stepping back and angrily wiping your tears, “i finally had something i was so excited for and they just-” your voice cracks on the last word, valko wants to kill whoever made you this upset.
you bury your face in your hands, body shaking as you try and calm yourself down. valko doesn’t hesitate to sweep you up into his arms, biceps flexing as he cradles you. instinctively, your arms wraps around his neck, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you sniffle.
valko doesn’t say anything as he carries you to the bathroom, shifting you to carry you in one arm as he turns the water on for you.
“w-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, wiggling slightly as a sign for him to put you down. he complies immediately, gingerly lowering you until your feet are firm on the ground.
“didn’t you tell me there wasn’t anything a warm shower couldn’t fix after i couldn’t get my research right?” there’s the slightest teasing lilt to his voice, you want to roll your eyes at him.
“well yeah but-” you try and protest, valko raises his eyebrows, your rebuttal dies on your lips.
“and you’re using the expensive body wash i got you, no buts” he smiles, stifling his laughter when you grumble at his words. he waits for a moment before turning to step out of the bathroom, immediately halting when he feels your hand on his wrist. “what is dollface?”
you stare into his amber eyes for a second, stomach flipping at the concern swimming in them. “do you think… can you stay with me?” valko can’t stop his ears and tail from popping out, tail wagging incessantly at your words.
“i will always stay with you, no matter what.” the conviction and firmness in his voice make your eyes water once more, and his steadfast façade shatters immediately. his arms are around you before you can process anything, pulling you into his chest and squeezing you. “don’t cry baby, I’m right here, I’ll always be right here,” the waver in his voice makes you smile slightly.
god he’s so helpless. you love him.
valko wastes no time in helping you undress, he taps your arms gently, a signal for you to lift them up as he takes your shirt off. you blush as his breath catches in his throat when he sees you.
“you act like you don’t see me naked everyday,” you huff, goosebumps rising on your skin as his fingertips ghost over your skin before unhooking your bra.
he places a feathery kiss to your shoulder, slowly slipping the strap down your arm and sniffing at your neck. he hums as he kisses your jaw. “does a sunset get less breathtaking because you’ve seen it the day before?” you can’t stop the smile that breaks onto your face, cheeks heating up.
“stupid wolf,” you smile, holding onto his broad shoulders as he helps you out of your bottoms. he nips at your thighs, giggling as he sinks his sharp canines gently into your skin, not enough to even leave a mark.
“your stupid wolf.”
you roll your eyes, “yes, my stupid wolf.”
valko helps you into the shower, rinsing your hair and helping you shampoo, gently washing your body as you ramble to him of what’s bothering you. he listens attentively, nodding along to your words and pouting when your voice wavers again. whether out of anger or sadness, maybe a mix of both, fresh tears spill out of your eyes.
“maybe it’s stupid for me to be so upset about it, but i was really excited,” you murmur, letting the hot water hit your skin and sighing sadly.
“nothing you feel is ever stupid, it’s okay to feel how you do, it’s normal.” his voice is even as ever, squeezing the last bit of conditioner out of your hair before reaching over you and shampooing his own hair quickly. you stare at him with a small smile and gleaming eyes.
you giggle as he rinses his hair quickly, shaking his head rapidly to get as much water off him as possible.
you’re both quiet as he helps you out of the shower, drying you with a fluffy towel before wrapping you in it, carrying you to your shared bed and setting you down. he hums softly as he opens your closet and drawers, grabbing your favorite pajamas and handing them to you.
“gonna place the order for food and I’ll be back, okay?” you nod in response, smiling when he blows a kiss your way with an over exaggerated ‘MWAH!’ before leaving you to your own devices.
the silence of your bedroom is consuming, but the hollowness that once filled your heart is filled.
you don’t feel sad as valko walks in minutes later with a horrible wolf pun. you smile as he drowns you in cuddles and kisses, his tail wagging wildly at the sound of your giggles. your heart is warm and your mind at ease as he pulls you closer to him, sweet nothings leaving his lips as he comforts you.
“when you have a bad day, i hope you can find comfort in the fact ill still be here for you, waiting for you to come home to me.”
