a/n: uhhhh…this is my first fic EVER, so bear with me folks. i’m thinking of doing drabbles like these for all the members but idk yet. thank you to @injeolmibbingsuu for encouraging me ^^
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Taking off the hair tie that held your ponytail for the tiring work day, you walk into your bedroom. Instead of finding any evidence of your husband’s return from work, a very suspicious bag is placed on your white linens. By “suspicious”, you mean a perky white and black Prada bag. You huff, hair tie thrown on your bed, your phone ringing your husband and slotted between your ear and shoulder. He answers on the second ring as you sit down to take off your heels, a gift given to you by your husband for your previous birthday.
“Choi Seungcheol.”
He lets out a sigh—he knows he’s in trouble now. “Yes, my lovely wife? My darling baby? My queen?” You can picture the face he’s making—as if he was performing aegyo for a fan.
“You know what you did,” you declare, firm and unrelenting.
“Hm, I don’t follow.”
Sighing, “I thought we agreed to start saving more? The vacation to Greece next year? Remember that, Seungcheol?”
You can tell from his voice that he’s pouting at your use of his full name, “Baby! C’mon, your mom and I were shopping today—“
Exclaiming in surprise, “You went out with my mom?”
“Yes, baby. We both were missing you, but that’s not the point.”
You huff as he continues, “We saw this Prada bag and thought it would look great on you. It’s in your style and everything. You know I had to get it. Do you like it?”
You look up at the bag. It just so happens to be the bag you’ve had your eye on for a while now. A beat of silence among the two of you occurs before you reluctantly respond, “Yeah, I guess I do.”
He laughs, “See? I told you so. Your Cheolie knows you well, huh? Stop being so cruel to me, love.”
You hum noncommittally, “Fine, but please, no more expensive purchases for me, I already have enough.”
Your husband lets out a chuckle, “Heh. Too late. Your mom and I found the cutest YSL shoes for you.”
when you're upset, yelling into your boyfriend's tail can be suprisingly therapeutic
tags: comfort, fluff, established relationship
a/n: @fakershadz hope you enjoy your request
Valko rubbed the length of your shuddering back with long firm strokes. The sound of muffled cries that had been echoing through the living room was growing softer by the minute.
"You good now, sweets?"
You nodded.
"Do you think you could lift your head now? I miss your face. I wanna see it."
You came out of hiding after a minute, but kept his tail cuddled against your chest. Valko leant over immediately. He scented you, rubbing his chin over the top of your head a couple of times for good measure. Once your scent had sweetened a little, he kissed your forehead, before pulling back and settling beside you.
"You know," he began, lips twitching in amusement, "I thought stroking my tail might comfort you. That's why I dropped it in your lap."
"Oh." Your face coloured with the pretty shade of embarrassment and your hands started moving instantly, running along his tail, fingers smoothing down the tufts of fur.
"The next thing I know," Valko laughed as he continued, "you're screaming into it like a pillow. Whatever works I guess," he shrugged.
"Don't make fun of me!" You pouted and Valko resisted the urge to take your bottom lip between his teeth. Cuteness agression was real thing and Valko had become its biggest victim. "I've been really going through it, you know," you protested.
"I know. Well, I got the gist between all the shouting and the yelling." He chuckled some more as you swatted at his ears. Then he sighed. "I wish I could engineer a solution for that though," Valko murmured. "I don't like it when you're upset. It feels wrong. Smells wrong."
You pinched his furrowed brows gently, "Even your brilliant mind can't solve everything," you said, flicking him on the forehead. Ignoring his protests you continued, "you being here with me is more than enough."
The words drew a small smile out of Valko. "Is that so?" he asked softly.
"Mhmm," you affirmed. "And actually, you're right, this is helping," you smiled, tilting your head towards your lap where you continued to stroking his tail gently.
Good, Valko thought, snaking an arm around you and pulling you into side. He sat quietly watching you for a little while before he spoke again.
"You know, when I was younger and wandering through the forest, I used my tail to keep myself warm."
He didn't expect much of a reaction to that, but then your scent changed once again and when he whipped his head around to look at you there were tears in your eyes.
"Gods, Valko," you choked. "That's- I'm-"
"No, no, no love." He shook his head frantically. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I just meant, it's comforting, right?" He cupped your face, squishing your cheeks.
You nodded, and Valko exhaled a relieved sigh.
"Still, I don't like that you had to do that. I don't like the fact that you were alone like that."
"Trust me, the pups do it all the time. And since you're a pup without a tail, you can borrow mine whenever you want, alright?"
"I- Hey," you narrowed your eyes at him, "who are you calling a pup?"
"You, shortstack. Weren't you whining like one just before?" He'd never write off your frustrations so dismissively. You both knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you. And it worked.
You gasped, and Valko couldn't think of anything more puppy-like than you when you practically pounced forward and pushed him down against the sofa pillows. "I was not whining!"
He barked a laugh. "Huh, you even growl like one too."
You huffed and shook your head, turning away from him. Even if you bit down your smile and refused to show him your face Valko knew you felt better.
He rose up abruptly, hands finding your waist, nose finding the column of your neck. The smell of you, pure you, untainted by sadness, had returned. Each inhale eased the tension created by his mate's distress. He could feel it being replaced bit by bit by the warmth filling his chest.
And when he heard you giggle and looked down to find his tail wagging so fast you weren't able to keep ahold of it, the feeling only grew.
One hundred forty-three rounds later, and you’ve finally won.
Every bulging, sweaty muscle strains as you laugh on top of Valko for the final lunge, pinning him by his throat and waist into the mats below.
“Haha, and that’s victory for me!”
He grumbles in response, pouting although you see the ghost of a smile curl against his lips. “Ya right. You tripped me, dirty little minx.”
You coo at his adorable sulking, “Big bad wolf can't handle a little bit of dirty play?” Pressing your forearm harder, you watch something dark flicker in Valko’s eyes as his breath stutters. “Don’t you know your enemies will be ready to exploit your every weakness?”
The room is filled with both of your ragged breathing, sweat dripping between your tanged bodies, undoubtedly soaking through your bra and shorts. The air sticks to you, hot and sticky.
Valko takes a deep inhale, chest rising under your palm, before going unnaturally still. The stillness of a predator ready to jump.
You tense, anticipating him to wrestle you off and begin the next match, and yet it never comes.
No. Instead, you’re met with the unmistakable feeling of something growing harder, larger, pushing up against your clothed ass.
The flush on your face is no longer just from exhaustion.
“Did you- are you—”
Valko’s whine cuts you off, his eyes screwed shut as if in horrible pain. “Don’t. Please.”
He’s trembling. Every hulking muscle under you straining as his enormous palms come up to cup your thighs, nails digging in.
“I just,” Valko lets out another whine, pitched and desperate, his amber eyes snapping open and begging up at you no better than a puppy would. “Ah shit, you’re so perfect. Fight perfect, smell perfect,” one broad hand goes to your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you, the sound shooting through him like another strike. “Feel perfect.”
Fuck.
Something about losing to you, about the ache blooming through his body where your blows had landed, the solid weight of you pinning him effortlessly into the worn training mats… perhaps it should have bruised his pride or made him fired up.
Instead, it leaves Valko fucking dizzy.
Your scent surrounds him, swallowed with every inhale Valko takes, intoxicating and cloying on his tongue as though he could taste you already. It’s sweet and a little spicy, like cardamom or amber, filling his brain with static as his every instinct narrows down on you and your body. To lay claim. To take.
He doesn't mean to keep nuzzling into your sweat-slicked body. One breath isn't enough, then another isn't either, every deeper pull filling his head with a pleasant, humming need that leaves less and less room for coherent thought.
Acceptance.
Need.
Mate.
Despite your full weight still pinning him to the floor, Valko's hips buck sharply up into yours, nearly throwing you off him. But his hand tightens against your ass, forcing you down into the movement at the exact same time he grinds his still-growing erection right up into your clothed pussy.
You both moan at the mere contact.
More. He needs more.
His hips don’t stop moving, pushing up into you with quick little rabbit thrusts, Valko’s head thrown back in a deep, unashamed moan as he chases the friction. His jaw opens, nearly drooling, about to manhandle you into a better position to grind against when you lean back down.
And slap him right across the face.
Immediately, he freezes, blinking and shaking away the shock and arousal from his face. His cock jumps from between your thighs, though, and that’s all the confirmation you need as Valko looks back up at you with wide eyes.
“Behave, puppy.”
You place your hand around his neck, grinding your hips backward as you watch Valko’s eyes roll back.
“I won,” you remind him. “That means you listen to me.”
He nods with so much enthusiasm you almost worry about his neck.
“Yeah, yes. Of course. I can take it, please.” Anything, anything for you to keep touching him.
Your hips are flush against his, grinding up and down just like you would be if you were riding him. The thought alone has Valko moaning louder, completely uncaring if anyone heard, voice hoarse as you squeeze his throat tighter.
It’s teasing both of you to insanity, so close and not nearly close enough. Friction hot and pressing right up against your clit, but doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. It doesn't help that the outline of his dick is enough to grind on, wide enough to part your lips and feel strain against your clothed pussy. Fuck, imagining all that power, that size stretching inside you…
You’re no better than animals in heat, gasping and panting as your hips never stop moving, spine arching as his tip catches your clit. “Ahhh, good job, baby, making me feel so good. Good boy.”
Valko keens at the praise. “Thank you, thank you. I’m your good boy, I’ll be such a good boy.”
He’s drooling as he writhes beneath you, nails clawing into the floor with the restraint it takes not to flip you over and rip your shorts off before fucking until both of you pass out. Bite and mark you as his. Fill you with his seed until he’s shooting blanks, watch you drip with his cum, push his knot inside you and cum again and again and again—
You laugh. Poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s moaning all of this out loud.
“Shhh, I’ll let you, puppy.” Leaning down, you kiss him just to shut him up, licking into his open mouth. “I’ll let you breed me.”
“Fuuuck yes.”
Valko’s tongue shoves into your mouth, hot, invasive, lapping into the kiss. You let him, kissing with teeth and tongue, spit spilling down the side of his mouth as he takes more and more. He bullies himself closer, greedy for every scrap of attention, chasing each inch you’re willing to give and always reaching for one more.
“I’m sorry, feels so good, too good.” Valko groans, every thrust becoming more sloppy, and you can tell from how sloppy his kisses are and the unevenness of his thrusts that he’s already close.
You click your tongue as though reprimanding a spoiled pet before breaking the kiss, hand tightening around his throat.
Valko breaks away instantly with a sharp gasp, chest heaving. His eyes snap to yours, dazed and teary, as though being stopped is its own reward. “Sorry, m’sorry. Please keep kissing me, please, I’m sorry.” Another whimper. “You said you’d help me, ya? P-please baby, let me cum.”
“And let you stain my favorite gym shorts with your cum? I don’t think so, puppy,” you scold, teasing your fingers up his rough undercut.
His breath catches so abruptly his whole body gives a tiny, involuntary jolt, shoulders loosening beneath your hand as a slow shiver rolls down his spine at the mere touch. If his ears were manifested, they would be pulled back, his body chasing the sensation before his mind could catch up, leaning instinctively into your palm like some half-domesticated thing desperate for another touch.
Every instinct urges him to reclaim your mouth, to grind back into your clothed pussy, but he forces himself still. Because that’s what you’ve taught him to do.
What a good boy.
Lifting your hips, Valko sobs at the loss of your heat. Your free hand reaches down instead, shucking down his sweat-drenched shorts and boxers in one tug, his cock bouncing out from its confines.
It springs against Valko’s abdomen with a wet slap, every bulging, veiny inch a sensitive pink, tip swollen and leaking all over his pretty red happy trail.
Valko whines, bucking into the air, “Please-ohhh-please let me in you. I’ll make you feel s’good, I’ll be so good. Ah fuck, come on.”
Something, anything to release this unbearable pressure swelling up at the base of his dick.
So you slap him again, and this time the second the crack echoes across the room so does his moan. A fresh spurt of pre-cum stains his abs, so much leaking and spilling down his stomach, you’re damn near concerned.
“Shh, don’t be too loud, someone might hear how desperate you are, baby.” You kiss his forehead and strip.
First you peel off the sports bra, then kick down your shorts and panties, smiling at Valko’s star-struck expression before dropping back down completely bare onto his muscular thighs.
“Come here, puppy.”
He obeys immediately, sitting up faster than humanly possible and ramming his lips onto yours, hands fighting to cup your breasts before he thinks better of it and curls them against his sides into trembling fists.
You hum into the kiss, guiding his hands up to your skin, “Go on, you can touch me.”
Two massive arms engulf you. Valko’s already nuzzling into your bare chest, mouthing at the lines of sweat collected from your sports bra, hot tongue dragging against every inch of skin. There’s no rhythm, no logic, just sloppy licking between your breasts before sucking at your nipples, around and up until he’s at your collarbone, every sensation so overwhelming that you feel yourself soaking his thigh.
“M’sorry, can’t stop. Taste so sweet…” Valko’s licking another long strip up your neck before finding a spot that makes you whine, nipping and teething at it while his hands come up to pinch and roll your swollen nipples. You moan at the feeling of it all, hips rolling against his quads as he purposefully tenses the ridges of muscle underneath you, letting you grind against him.
Once again, the two of you are humping each other like dogs, except this time there’s no more clothing to get in the way.
Your bare cunt envelopes his throbbing cock, every movement heightened by loud, wet sounds of the two sliding together, pseudo fucking in a way that drives both of you insane. The taste and smell of you is overwhelming, Valko dipping his head to suck at your nipple while bucking up into you, abs flexing, drenched with sweat and your combined slick as his cock drags past your clit, pressing desperately right up against your cunt before slipping to your ass and coming right back again.
His frustration is becoming obvious. Low growls muffled into your chest as grinding turns to proper thrusting, tip ramming at your entrance just too thick to push in and your thighs too slippery to find purchase.
“Shit! it’s not– not fitting. Please, let me in.” He’s begging, drooling against your chest. ”Please sweetheart, please doll.”
You want it just as badly. So you tug on his hair, pulling Valko on top of you as you lie down, and slowly turning yourself around until your chest is pressed into the training mats beneath you.
Valko’s frozen like a predator just narrowed in on a prey.
Except that prey is you. Your teasing smile lured him in, and your bare, dripping cunt presented to him like heaven mere inches from his drooling face.
Arching your back deeper, you smile as you finally give him what he’s been dying for. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Valko, ya? Wanna knot me?”
He’s barely breathing, golden eyes glowing slightly as they lock with yours, unblinking. “Yes.”
Then, he pounces.
In a blink, his six-foot-something body slams into yours, shoving your face into the floor, one arm effortlessly forcing your ass higher to meet his hips and the other pinning your back into a deep arch to accommodate the weight of his chest now pressed against your spine.
Completely mounted, your muscles scream from the stretch and pressure his body gives, his heavy cock still leaking violently from between your spread thighs, thrusting between them, a puddle of his pre-cum splattering down between you.
You laugh into the mats, right where you want to be as you goad him into taking all that he wants and more. “Go on then, puppy. Claim me, take me, make me yours—!”
You can’t even finish your teasing before Valko bullies himself inside you with one violent thrust. Hands dig grooves into your thighs, pawing at your ass, stomach, chest, all while pulling you backward into every powerful thrust.
Valko’s head drops with another unashamed moan, tongue lolling out to lick at your nape and spine, drooling with every tight flutter your walls squeeze around him. God, you’re gushing. He’s glued to the mess where your bodies meet, your ass bouncing with each thrust, taking him so perfectly he’s losing his mind.
“Ohhh you feel so good.” Pressing deeper, his hand snakes around to press against your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his dick as you scream into the floor. Valko groans, babbling into your ear as his hips snap faster. “I know pretty thing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He’s repeating it against your neck between licks and nibbles, still not letting up any of his force. You feel something unmistakable swell against the curves of your ass, knocking against your cunt and thick enough to hit your clit too, each slap making you sob from pleasure-pain.
“Gonna f-fuck my little mate full of my cum, then eat you out, then fuck you again—oh fuck. Love you and this perfect pussy,” Valko’s slurring his words, talkative as ever and loud enough for the entire training facility to hear him moan.
His thrusts turn deeper, unable to part with your heat, his knot grinding furiously against your clit as you feel your body begin to tremble. “She’s takin me so well, so tight. Mhmm I’ll fill her well, give her everything she wants, fuck her full-full of my knot.”
God, he needs to shut up or you’re going to cum.
“Shh,” you hush him before breaking into a moan. “Too loud, Valko. Someone could—ahh fuck—hear you!”
Oh, but he can’t! He can’t, not when he finally feels your pussy begin to cream around him with your impending orgasm, almost wet enough to take all of him and his knot! This is what you want too don’t you see? This is what his pretty little mate needs.
Valko can’t even comprehend what he’s saying anymore, just growling and moaning into your neck as he drops his arms to properly rub at your clit and tug at your sensitive nipples, biting down into the junction of your shoulder and neck as you squirt all over his thighs with a pitched scream.
“Good pup, good mate, keep cumming for me.” Valko licks at the pin-pricks of blood blooming from his bite, going right back to babbling into your ears as his thrusts turn rougher. “Ready to take me, have my knot, my cum, oooh youfeelsogood.”
In a last attempt to muffle your boyfriend's horny sobs, you squirm beneath him to grab your gym shorts and stuff Valko’s mouth with them, gagging him with the sweat-stained spandex. And he simply takes it, open mouth drooling all over your clothes as he gets drunk off the scent of your sweat and arousal stained into them.
You both gasp at the feeling of his knot finally pressing into your entrance, the swollen, heavy weight of it forcing you several more inches open before slipping back out. Again, and again.
Instinctively, you run away, like a bunny cornered by a wolf, writhing underneath him as Valko snarls, hands engulfing your hips entirely as he drags you back onto his cock, forcing you still with so little effort it's laughable. Nothing stops him from pressing in deeper and deeper, your poor cunt finally yielding to his knot, the burn making you drool into the floor as Valko moans into your makeshift gag.
It’s forever and only seconds, your orgasm-sensitive pussy drooling enough to help him slide in fully, greedily sucking up every extra inch he gives you until you both feel the pop! of his knot finally catching inside you. It presses every damn inch inside you so perfectly you cum again, wailing and trembling as your thighs begin to go limp.
No matter, Valko just holds you up anyway. It’s not like he could pull out of you now, even if he wanted to. Not until he filled you with his cum, at least.
You’re still shaking from the prolonged orgasm, and Valko lets the rest of your body fall to the floor, following you down until his body is smushed atop yours, pressing you both into a mean prone bone.
It just makes him feel bigger. Your head is spinning with all the sudden pressure, his fat tip kissing your cervix as he rocks back and forth, his knot still grinding into that squishy spot against your walls, the heat and weight of his chest pressing into your back, and of course, his muffled moans and rambles still going strong even through your panties.
“Cum, Valko.” You’re barely thinking straight either, already right at the edge again as Valko’s thrusts turn sloppy, his body shaking. “Fill me up, b-breed me. Become mine.”
He’s cumming.
Valko whimpers into your neck as his hips snap one last time into yours, grinding as you feel the warm gush of his release spurt violently inside you, filling and filling and filling you up. So much, too much. Too much that cum squirts out from even the tight plug of his knot, dripping down both of your thighs even as Valko whines at the waste.
He doesn’t seem to fully realize he’s done, still rolling his hips into yours, each one powerful enough to drag your bodies tangled along the floor.
“Nooo, Valko,” you whine, trapped under his weight and still inflated with his knot. “Valko, stop, sensitive! Too sensitive.”
Your hands helplessly shove and push backward at the enormous man lying on top of you, not even budging him as he continues to nuzzle himself into your sweat-slicked back.
Finally, you manage to yank your clothes out from his mouth, releasing him from the gag as he simply sighs in pleasure, licking and nipping at your ear before dragging his tongue in a long, messy line down your neck.
“You’re so heavy. Get. Off!” Each word is a shove, but Valko only laughs at the effort. He does take mercy on your poor abused body though, and grabbing your waist with one hand, rolls the two of you over. You now rest on his plush chest instead, both of you heaving as you lie still pumped full of his knot and cum.
“M’sorry, guest instinct just took over there, y’know? You’re not hurt, are you?”
because I have nothing better to do, these are my headcanons for Valko to spite Infold.
Absolutely adores the height difference between you two, perching his chin on top of your head, randomly picking you up and teasing you about your height.
At first calls you somewhat condescending names like “doll” or “your highness” just to annoy you (bonus points if you act like a brat) but then it turns into a term of endearment, frequently calling you doll or your highness because aren’t you just one?
Will randomly start pretending to box you, in a ready stance and throwing fake punches at you while you do your own thing. You’ve just learnt to ignore it.
Play fights with you. Constantly pins you down when tackling you to the bed, pretending to struggle when you both know he could easily win this, but instead, he tickles you to win.
Is the type to make new year jokes like ‘I haven’t showered since last year,’ and he cracks up at his own jokes.
Insanely clingy. From the moment yu open your eyes in the morning, he’s already right on top of you. Prying him off is almost impossible because he’s like a magnet. (Get it? Cuz his evol is metallization? Ok I’ll shut up now.) he does NOT let you go. And he has no sense of personal space. Not that you’re complaining.
Feigns obliviousness way too much to make you mad. And when you are mad, although you are insanely hot, he’s quickly shushing you with gifts and kisses.
“Aw come on, cuddle me? I don’t bite.”
Calls you “m’lady” (holy cat noir). He’s also instead of taking the elevator or stairs like a normal person to your apartment, has resorted to climbing up your balcony and knocking annoyingly on the glass door until you open it. “Thank you, sweets.”
Loves salty snacks. Caleb likes sour, Xavier likes spicy, Zayne likes sweets, Rafayel is a cannibal and Sylus eats everything. So it fits perfectly!
Has gotten noise complaints from your neighbours downstairs because whenever he’s happy, his tail thumps on the ground (upstairs neighbour activities).
Gets insane cuteness aggression from you. You could have the nastiest rbf ever and he wants to squish your cheeks.
Occasionally insecure about himself, but has started working on it as you compliment him every day, cradling his face and brushing his hair.
His favourite thing to do when he gets home is lie his head on your lap, hoping for head scratches, and nuzzles your thighs when he gets them. (My behbeh I love you)
the situation surrounding love and deepspace and valko has reached the state/governmental level in china.
here is what is happening right now:
1. the decision to delete calko was a panic-driven, spontaneous move.
just 3 days ago, infold was planning to keep him. however, haters flooded government regulatory bodies with complaints and even brought manure and funeral wreaths to the office. in a state of pure panic, the studio decided to "sacrifice" the character to save the entire project.
2. the issue has reached beijing.
the game has received an official warning. however, the shanghai municipal government (where the developers are based) is currently desperately defending the studio before beijing. this is because love and deepspace pays massive taxes into the city’s budget (in 2025 alone, the game generated nearly $380,000,000!). shanghai does not want to lose such a cash cow over internet trolls. everything will be decided in the coming days.
3. the chinese fandom has started a rebellion.
right now, cip players (who have collectively spent over 4 million RMB on the game) are coordinating a late-night siege of weibo's trending topics. tomorrow, they plan to hold a PROTEST with fresh flowers in front of the infold office to prove to the authorities that reasonable, paying players vastly outnumber the haters!
4. infold is in a panic, holding emergency meetings.
summer events are already being canceled or postponed on the japanese account — everything is falling apart because they had no plan b. the official account is losing thousands of followers every minute.
u can also read a chinese player's thoughts on this matter here
if you have even the slightest desire to help, you can do so by following these steps ‼️
HOW CAN WE HELP RIGHT NOW?
we need to support both the chinese fandom. we must flood official chinese media outlets and customer support with emails stating that the game does NOT violate any laws, that valko is clean, and that his cancellation is purely the result of a harassment campaign by haters
I am writing to express my deep concern over the targeted cyber-harassment campaign against the game "Love and Deepspace" and its character, Valko. As global players, we want to emphasize that "Love and Deepspace" strictly adheres to international standards and corporate compliance. The game does not violate any laws. The recent wave of negative rumors was entirely fabricated by a radical group of anti-fans who used cyber-bullying tactics to force a scandal. By abruptly canceling Valko due to this malicious pressure, the developers have harmed millions of legitimate global consumers who have heavily invested in the game. We respectfully urge the regulatory authorities to recognize that the game is a compliant, legally sound cultural product. We request that the malicious rumors be dismissed, and the character Valko be safely restored to the servers.
18+ mdni | nsfw creator xav pt 2!!! ty guys for ur feedback hehe ily
CW. X link (vid of a shirtless guy), m+f masturbation, mentions of breeding/making you a housewife, sexting, nudes, KINDA dubcon (he talks about how he could overpower you), mutual masturbation, oral (f), fingering, squirting, missionary, rough sex, restraints? (he holds you by the wrists w one hand), whimpering, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation
pt 1!!!
ever since finding out your neighbour was secretly xoxolumiere, life had become a living nightmare. not because he was weird or creepy—quite the opposite, actually.
the problem was that now you couldn’t look at him without remembering exactly what his voice sounded like moaning into a microphone. and once you’d become painfully aware of your neighbour’s existence, he started showing up absolutely everywhere.
your last mailbox rendezvous was a rare occurrence, but now he was there every time you went to check the mail, greeting you with that stupidly cute eye smile and a faint blush that seemed to ask are we okay?
it wasn’t just the apartment complex, either—you started seeing him in other places too. you’d be at the grocery store, pushing your cart toward the snack aisle only to find him standing in front of the crackers, brows furrowed in deep concentration like he was making a life altering decision.
even that would’ve been bearable if not for his complete and utter lack of shame about the whole situation. maybe he still didn’t know you spent far too many nights with his voice in your headphones, or that you had post notifs turned on for his account—but surely he knew something.
what other reason could there possibly be for you to shove his mail against his chest and sprint for the elevator like your life depended on it?
after another week of expertly timing your trips downstairs to avoid him, you decided enough was enough. you were an adult, and this whole thing was ridiculous.
you were developing the world’s most embarrassing parasocial crush on a man who also happened to live two floors above you. the obvious solution was to stop feeding into it.
no more listening to his audios before bed, no more checking twitter every few hours, and definitely no more wondering if the footsteps in the hallway belonged to him.
this was healthy, this was normal—this was what emotionally stable people did…but god, you were gonna miss his voice.
with the determination of someone getting rid of evidence before the police arrived, you opened twitter, thumb hovering over the follow button.
“it’s for the best,” you muttered just before tapping it, staring at the screen for a moment before nodding to yourself. #growth. you really were gods strongest soldier.
in an attempt to commemorate your act of strength, you rewarded yourself with overpriced takeout. the universe on the other hand, rewarded you by making xavier step into the elevator just as the doors were closing.
“hi, starlight.”
a beat of silence passed as your ears began to burn.
“heyyyy…” you said a beat too long, somehow making the air ten times more awkward.
he glanced at the takeout bag in your hands before looking back at you.
“i love that place” he spoke, breaking the silence again. you huffed a polite laugh before shuffling your feet, wondering why this trip was taking so fucking long. “so um, i’ve been wanting to say thanks for bringing my mail by.”
your stomach dropped.
“oh, y-you don’t have to.”
“i do”. his voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant. “i’m sorry if i did anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
you blinked. “…what?”
“the other day…jus’ feel like i’ve been seeing you even less…not that i stalk you or anything. imagine, haha.”
he rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head as if to rewind the moment. there was something oddly vulnerable about him standing there, cheeks faintly pink, avoiding your eyes. guilt washed over you as you watched the shy man avert his gaze. against better judgment, you sighed.
“it’s not your fault, what you do online is your business. i guess i was just kinda caught off guard.”
he looked up, brows knit together.
“you know what i do online?”
oh. he didn’t say anything about that, did he?
“i mean—”
“how would you know what i do online, starlight?”
the elevator suddenly felt about three sizes too small as his stare intensified. “um…google?”
“…you follow me.”
“i don’t even use twitter” the words fell from your lips before you could stop them. you squeezed your eyes shut. “please forget i said that.”
the silence stretched just long enough for you to consider jumping down the elevator shaft. then, he laughed. not loudly—just a soft, surprised laugh, like he genuinely couldn’t help it. when you finally looked at him, he was smiling fondly.
“that explains a lot.”
you quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he somehow also knew your accounts name.
“the mail? and running away? you looked terrified.”
you blushed, rolling your eyes at his amused tone. “because i was!”
he bit the inside of his cheek, clearly trying and failing not to smile wider.
“i’m sorry.”
“you’re literally laughing while saying that.”
“yeah…i am.” he chuckled again, the air much lighter than it was previously.
“you’re enjoying this.”
“maybe a little.”
you groaned so dramatically the elderly woman waiting for the elevator gave you a concerned look once the doors opened. you brushed past xavier without another word, smiling in his direction once more before the elevator shut.
“goodnight, starlight.”
you didn’t answer, mostly because if you did he’d hear the embarrassing little squeak that threatened to come out.
—
three days.
you made it three whole days without checking his account. honestly, that had to be some sort of record.
unfortunately, on the fourth day curiosity won. you told yourself it was just to see if he’d posted anything and that you absolutely were not relapsing.
the first thing you saw was a video of xavier unzipping his hoodie just enough to reveal the shirtless torso underneath before letting it fall open completely.
you replayed the clip several times, noticing sweat droplets running down the sharp lines of his toned abdomen. your thighs squeezed together as you imagined running your nails down his muscles, watching how they’d flex and tense as he writhed beneath you. so caught up in your thoughts, you failed to stop the video from autoplaying to his next post, a new audio with the caption reading:
hot neighbour finally makes a move (praise, teasing, breeding)
your heart stopped. there was absolutely no way that was about you, right?
desperately searching for your earphones, you hastily shoved them into your ears and lied back to immerse yourself in the audio.
“starlight..” he whined in that needy voice you grew to love so much, “god, i’ve wanted this so bad, y’know that?”
you cheeks reddened as slick sounds joined the audio. “s-so fuckin’ tight…been thinking about this since you moved in. would see your pretty smiles and immediately get hard”
your breathing picked up as your eyes fluttered shut, the image of a breathless xavier hovering over you painted clearly in your mind.
he stuttered as the wet sounds of his hand working his slick cock moved faster. “bet ya think of me too, huh pretty? wanna know what i think about when i make these? ‘s always you…ngh, think about taking you in the elevator, pressing the emergency button and fucking you right there.”
you scrolled through the comments to avoid reaching down your pants and easing the ache that had formed, already dripping from just his words.
“baby i’m so close…please i can’t—fuck, starlight… can i please fill you up? let me put a baby in you, yeah? gonna make you such a pretty m-mommy angel, only thing ya gotta worry about is taking my loads and being a pretty lil housewife.”
his voice pitched up as he spoke, gasping for air as his words were replaced with loud grunts and moans.
the comments were filled with questions of if he was in heat or actively getting fucked—things you couldn’t help but find yourself agreeing to, wondering if his passion for this audio was caused by your accidental confession.
convinced by the too obvious title, you decided to message him from your nsfw alt.
luvxinghui: damn your neighbours lucky asf
luvxinghui: specifically the ones living in apt 670
luvxinghui: that bumped into you the other day and pretended they haven’t listened to your audios for the last 6 months
each second passed by with more regret filling you, wondering if this was sexual harassment. it wasn’t too late to just delete the account right? and you’ve been wanting to move anyway so this was a good enough—
xoxolumiere: Starlight?
xoxolumiere: Done being shy? Was worried U blocked me after that post :(
your heart raced reading the messages, quickly typing out a response before he changed his mind and thought you actually were a creep.
luvxinghui: nope unfortunately it only made me want u even more🙄
xoxolumiere: Oh yeah?
you typed and deleted several responses, thinking of how to keep the sexual tension until your phone buzzed with another message from him—a video.
heavy breathing immediately sounded from your phone as he quickly pumped his clothed cock twice, lifting his veiny hand to show his covered length twitching. a breathy curse left his lips before he chuckled, the video ending too soon for your liking. drool pooled in your mouth as you stared at the thumbnail for several minutes.
xoxolumiere: Like it? Fuck i’m already so hard
you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming but decided against it. if you were asleep, you didn’t want this ending anytime soon.
luvxinghui: holy shit xav
xoxolumiere: U had me nervous. Thought I went 2 far.
luvxinghui: omg not at all the opposite actually like i need u inside me rn
xoxolumiere: Yeah? Ur si fuckin hot my star trll me morw?
you bit your lip, wondering if he was making the same pretty noises that had you weak or if these ones were different—special and reserved for you.
luvxinghui: why don’t u just come over so i can show you instead?
two checkmarks indicating your message was read appeared on the screen, leaving you alone as his typing bubbles disappeared. you refreshed the app several times, thinking maybe you missed a response until a sharp knock on your door shook your attention.
you threw your phone down before making your way to the door, preparing to send away whoever it was until you made eye contact with a flustered, very red xavier.
“h-hey, starlight. not sure if you really meant it but-”
you cut him off by pulling him towards you, pressing your lips on his and shutting the door behind him. your hands ran up his body before wrapping around his neck, lightly tugging at the hairs on the base of his neck while your tongue traced the seam of his lips.
his unresponsiveness had you slightly pulling away to check in until he pressed you closer, letting you feel his bulge against your abdomen. his tongue wrapped around yours before exploring the rest of your mouth, groaning into the kiss when you completely submit to him.
his length pressed against you with every little shift, a growl leaving his throat as he finally picked you up and wrapped your legs around him, carrying you to the living room couch.
“can’t believe this is fucking real” he whispered, breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. you tried pressing forward for another kiss but were stopped by him throwing you onto the soft sofa, immediately laying between your legs and resuming his previous attack on your mouth.
you arched into his touch when he trailed his lips down your neck and nipped at your collarbone, gasping as he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above you.
“feel that?” he questioned, pressing the outline of his cock against your clothed cunt and watching you nod furiously in his hold. “it’s all for you, my star. i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
you swallowed anxiously and whined his name, barely getting it out before he harshly kissed you again. you felt one hand keep yours together as the other trailed down your body, teasing the waistband of your pants and laughing at the way you trembled.
“x-xav…can you um…”
he cocked his head to the side before humming inquisitively, waiting for you to continue. “can i…? what do you want? want me to finger you? lick that pretty cunt? or do you want me to choose?”
your cheeks flushed a deeper red at his lewd words, shrugging the best you could as a response to the borderline insane question. he watched you for a few more moments before letting you go, clicking his tongue and kneeling back while palming his bulge. your hands ran up his front in effort to bring him back towards you to no avail, his towering figure shaking you off with a single push backwards.
“y’know…you’ve heard me touch myself a lot. i remember seeing your account when i like first started the account.” a smug grin formed on his face when you quickly looked away in shame. “now you want me to take the lead here too? that’s not fair, is it?”
you looked up with a pout, focused on the way he bit his lip while staring down at you. “you ever touch yourself while listening?”
he watched as you nodded, hands starting to fidget with the hem of your shirt. finally, he sat back and pushed his hand below his pants, stroking himself below his sweats as he stared at you. “wanna see you do it again, in front of me this time.”
you gasped at the request, about to refuse until he laughed in such a mean way. “be a good girl and do it while i’m asking, yeah? i could make you do it if i wanted—d’you really think you’d be able to push me off?”
your heart raced at the implication, hands shaking as they undid the tie keeping your pants up. he helped you slide them all the way down before watching you spread your legs, a dark spot already forming at the centre of your underwear.
a deep groan of his spurred you on, your nervous fingers finally moving to your cunt and applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to have you throwing your head back in bliss. the sound of him spitting into his hand drew your attention once more, immediately snapping back to him as he started to beat his cock faster in the confines of his sweats.
“sh-shove your panties to the side. let me see how wet you get for me.”
you immediately obeyed, pulling the damp cloth away to reveal your glistening heat. he swallowed at the sight, a whine leaving his throat as he watched you run a digit up your warmth and pull away, a string of slick connecting your finger to your pussy.
xavier’s breathing picked up as his hand started a familiar rhythm of stroking his length before circling the tip with his palm. sweat beaded on his temple and ran down the length of his neck as his hips began to buck up to meet his thrusts. “xav…” you whined, circling your clit quicker as you watched his ministrations. his eyebrows furrowed in desperation at the pitchy tone you used to say his name, finally throwing him over the edge as he let out whimpers of your name.
you watched a damp spot form on his pants, his hand slowing down but never stopping as he continued to work himself to the point of overstimulation.
his chest heaved as he tried to calm himself, still pumping his length to semi hardness before finally looking at you once more. “fuck i’m so sorry, jus’ got so excited baby but we can still—“
you giggled at the post nut clarity, watching as he pulled his cum covered hand from his sweats and moved back towards you. “oh it’s funny huh? you think it’s funny how easy i am for you?”
you nodded before bringing his hand to your lips, licking the remainder of his seed from his fingers before responding. “mmm yup. pretty funny in my books”
he watched with bated breath before pushing you back down, kissing your lips and groaning at the taste of himself before pecking lower, moving between your thighs and looking up at you. “let’s see how funny it is when you’re cumming on my tongue in a couple minutes”
not giving you a chance to response, he licked from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and applying a light pressure as he started to suck on it. your hands immediately buried in his platinum hair, tugging with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive nub.
he moaned against you while trying to makeout with your cunt, letting his tongue dip into your hole before running over the rest of your pussy once more. “xav, fuck…please” you whined, bucking your hips against his mouth and simultaneously pushing his head deeper into you.
“taste so fucking good…cum on my face baby please, i need to feel it” he mumbled into your heat, muffled by your desperate movements against his mouth. your cries increased in volume as he focused on the spot that had you crying, one hand moving to insert two fingers into your entrance. the sudden intrusion pushed you to the edge, climaxing on his face and squirting as he continued to scissor his fingers deep inside of you.
you shook below him as he continued to finger fuck you, completely entranced by the way you sprayed your fluid on him. once he was sure you couldn’t take anymore and were crying for him, he finally relented, moving to his previous position hovering over you.
“was that good?”
you tried to catch your breathing while glaring at him, staring incredulously at the ridiculous question. he laughed before leaning down and kissing you passionately, stealing any breath you managed to regain. “can i? please, starlight…”
you watched him pull his hard cock from his pants, pumping it and watching him spread the precum beading at the tip along the rest of his length. you nodded and watched as he reached into his pocket for protection, shaking while trying to rip the packet open only for you to knock it out of his hands. “want it raw” you whined, relishing in the groan he let out before pushing his pants lower and kicking them off.
he rubbed his cock against your folds before finally pushing into you, girthy tip already enough to have you wincing in pain. “want me to stop?”
you quickly shook your head and heard him chuckle at the enthusiasm, pressing into you once more and falling to his elbows as he bottomed out.
the both of you moaned at the feeling, every vein of his long cock being massaged by your sensitive walls with each second that passed by.
“a-angel…cmon need you to relax for me”
his whines spurred you on, causing you to tighten around him even more. he pressed a kiss against your lips in efforts of distracting himself but only moved to a position that had him even deeper inside of you.
“fuck, baby i’m sorry, jus’ kick me if it’s too much” he spoke, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before withdrawing himself from you almost completely and shoving all the way back in, the tears springing from your eyes encouraging him to set a rapid pace.
“xav its so big” you cried, nails scratching down his back as he completely engulfed all your senses.
he pressed down on your lower abdomen, watching you gasp in surprise as he knelt back to fuck himself even deeper into you. “you’re taking it so fucking good, starlight. so warm for me”
each squeeze of your walls has him edging closer to release, trying desperately to stave it off by fisting his hand into the leather of your couch. the sound of his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs filled the room, each movement filling you with pleasure. your eyes trailed his body as he continued to fuck you, the flush from his face going all the way down his chest. beads of sweat ran between the muscles you were staring at on a screen just hours ago, every inhale he took accentuating the lines of his toned figure.
he set one leg on the ground to stabilize himself as he fucked you harder, hitting the spot that had you rapidly approaching your high. one hand grasped your tit harshly, slapping it before tweaking a nipple with all his strength. the rough movements finally pushed you over the edge, your sudden orgasm making him grip you tight enough to bruise.
he fucked you through your high, watching your body convulse below him with pleasure as he pushed your legs up and used the new position to thrust even harsher into you.
“tight little cunts gonna take it all right? lgonna fill you up and get you nice and round with my babies-shit-you like that huh? pretty girl wants to make me a daddy right? gonna get these tits nice and full with m-milk ohimcummingfucktakeitsogoodforme—“
his thrusts turned erratic before sloppily moving against your hips as he filled you up, spurt after spurt shooting into your womb while he muttered how good you’d look full of him. he laid above you for several minutes, trying to control his breathing before finally coming back up, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth and moving down to watch you push his cum out of your entrance.
without another word he began to lick your heat, swallowing every drop of your shared cum with greedy moans. you rubbed your pussy against his face as he sucked every drop of his seed from you, only stopping when he was sure you were completely empty.
Hi! I saw that you are taking requests for Valko, i'm still hoping they are going to change their mind but could you write somethng really sweet about Valko comforting us?
ᯓ★ valko comforts you! <3
You'd had a shit day.
It wasn't a particular thing that ruined your mood. It was just… this weird feeling of wrongness that messed with your mood.
You sat in your living room, curled up on your couch, a blanket draped over your legs and your laptop perched in your lap. You were binging your favorite show in an attempt to feel better, but there was still this restless, anxious energy humming in your chest.
You heard the small jingling of keys, then, your door was creaking open.
Valko.
He stepped in, toeing his shoes off at the door before smiling at you. "Hey, you." He tilted his head slightly, instantly noticing a weird shift in the air. "You okay?"
You forced a tiny smile. "Yeah."
He stepped into the living room, his movements slow. Carefully, he picked up your legs to make space for himself on the couch and sat down before placing them back over his lap. "You sure?"
He eyed you carefully. Then, without asking, he leaned over, cradling the back of your head to pull you toward him as he rubbed his nose to your temple. "You don't smell 'okay'," he murmured.
You recoiled. "What? Do I smell bad?"
"That's not what I meant." He placed a hand over your leg, rubbing it through the blanket. "You smell… sad."
You swallowed. "You can smell that?"
He gave a small nod.
You sighed, closing your laptop. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel—I feel sad and I have no idea why." You blinked up at your boyfriend. "It feels so stupid to say out loud. How can I feel sad without having any reason to?"
You barely had time to react before he was shifting. He grabbed your laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and pulled you sideways into his lap, your blanket bunching up on your lap.
"Valko, what are you—?"
"Not everything needs a reason," he said, drawing circles over your back.
You let out a soft exhale. "I sound crazy, Val."
"You don't sound crazy," he countered, moving you so your head was tucked under his chin and your cheek was pressed against his chest. "Sometimes we just have bad days."
You were quiet for a second. And for just a second, you started accepting his argument. But the doubt of the day slowly crept back in.
You opened your mouth again and murmured a quiet, "But I am crazy." You pulled back to look at him. "Do you really want a crazy partner who can't even tell you why they're upset?"
Valko's lips twitched up slightly. "I want you, period."
"But—"
"There's no but's. You're stuck with me. Do you understand that?" You scoffed, about to give another protest, but he continued, "I'm not going anywhere. So just sit here and let me do this."
He didn't give you a chance to respond to that either. He wrapped his arms around you, tucking you back under his chin, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.
You finally melted, the tension in your shoulders draining out. "Thanks, Val."
He hummed, sinking back into the couch so you could rest across his lap more comfortably. "Anytime."
a/n: FUH INFOLD AND EVERYTHING THAT CONTRIBUTED THIS SITUATION
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 …
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
Regarding this issue with Valkos release being cancelled btw, make sure your voices are being heard, email them, add it into the survey, make your opinion very clear on the situation, it MAY be a publicity stunt (all this heavy advertising for him and then suddenly cancelling feels a bit off to me imo) but even if its not make your voices known, make it clear they need to listen to EVERYONE not just the cn players spreading hate, yes theres some issues that need sorting (lack of content for certain characters, improvements to the main story, etc) but that is no excuse for them to scrap a character SO MAMY of us love. Dont let up on them, if yoyre in the official discord server go find the petitions being posted in the valko channel (which is oddly enough still up, youd think that and the promo material would be gone tbh) but basically spam infold, do what the cn players did, spam them til they listen to us and consider us too.
They cancelled valko to make up for it, now the international fans are mad.
Infold, you cannot play both sides. The best option here would have been delay his release and tell fans you were going to focus on the main story for the current characters, incorporate Valko into the story better and removed the political issues that were upsetting the chinese players. During this, you could also add a better pity system, better ways to farm diamonds and then released Valko in the future.
This entire situation is a company trying to make up for mistakes where they upset one community by upsetting the other community. And even with how upset the players were, they would have kept playing. You're telling me a board of people sat together and thought 'yeah, lets cancel the character instead of actually trying to fix the issues people were complaining about and make this whole thing 10x worse than it is'
No joke, at this rate just close the game internationally and make the game for the chinese players as itll be easier to cater to them. Make characters exactly as they want and leave us out of it. Im so done wasting my money on these games and companies to just be put aside like a fucking replacement whenever the chinese fans want something
fuck infold but also this gives me more reason to write the dumbass wolf boy. I can write Brendon Park with 20 seconds of screen time, I can write Valko who at least got a full trailer.
