I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.
I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.
cw ā¦ smut, drabble, werewolf bf, slight somnophilia if you squint, ooc, marking, size difference, piv, knotting, banter
āFuck, my bad, babe,ā he laughs under his breath, righting you before you can roll off the bed, āDidnāt mean to knock ya over like that.ā
How he can even joke around in a time like this is beyond you: youāre still coming down from your second orgasm, the ceiling hasnāt stopped spinning along with the fan, and youāre having trouble forming a full sentence- although his name can still be discerned somewhere within that mumbling mess.
Now that your lack of composure has been addressedā all that isnāt to say Valkoās fairing any better.
A few spasms of your pussy, your blunt teeth sinking into the sweaty skin of his neck out of reflex, and thenā
Heās flinching into you so hard, chasing that feeling so blindly, that he nearly topples you backward.
If the puppers back at home knew how easily you reduced him to an over-eager, pathetic dog, they might be less inclined to revere him so much, but he doesnāt plan on losing brownie points with them any time soon.
No harm no foul, right?
Enough clarity finds you to accept his apology, āI-Itās okay,ā And the fog in your vision dissipates just enough to focus on his slightly worried portrait, golden eyes striking through the dim, early morning light like two burning coals.
Itās after confirming your wellbeing that he laughs again and hugs you closer, gathering your whole weight in his arms with all the same ease of picking up a leaf, pulling you directly under him this time. No chance youāll slip from his grasp. No way.
The whole cuddle-fucking position is nice- reeeeal nice, babe, honestly- and now that he knows youāre cool with him waking you up like this, he doesnāt plan on stopping anytime soon, but good olā missionaryās never failed him, either.
āThere. Thatās better,ā he smirks, the image of mischief.
Draped over you like this, six foot something and so big and strong it makes you lose your train of thought, your boyfriend is your veritable shield against the worldā and you quietly suppose, sometimes, heās your shield against common sense, too.
Because when he leans in to suckle your neck, fangs brushing over your pulse point before he peppers an endearingly soft kiss there, any remainder of it leaves in a gust.
āValko-ā
One second, heās zealously lining his swollen cockhead up to your hole, rubbing it against your wet folds either to tease or prepare you for round three (probably a mix of both), and then the next, heās slamming back home again- without the intent of sending you flying, this time, even if it was only accidental to begin with.
The squeak you let out is obscene enough to belong in a porno. And now, it belongs in the pocket of your boyfriend, forever available during silly arguments whenever he urgently needs something to lord over you.
Oxygen evades you for a moment. Feeling him press deep inside and then even deeper still.
Whatās the superlative of full?
There is no place inside you he does not reach and stuff to the brim.
He adores the broken little moans he coaxes from your lips; theyāre a serious competitor to the nails that dig into his back, marking him as your territory. With all the hickies spanning your collarbone, the finger-shaped bruises on your thighs and ass, shallow scratches in the fat of your hipsā clumsily-left proof of his enthusiasmā itās only fair you get your get-back, too.
āYouāre really cute, you knowā¦?ā He murmurs absently, a delicate shade of pink scattering along his prominent cheekbones.
Red ears twitch atop his head, a fluffy tail curling around your ankle, instinctively seeking out your warmth as he ruts into you.
You donāt know what to do with your limbs, you honestly donāt need them at this point because your boyfriend is putting in all the work. But you think he appreciates it anyway when you dumbly reach up to scratch at his fuzzy ear, because the full-bodied groan that tears from his chest, then, his claws momentarily elongating, belongs to an animal, something that lives in a den and not a cute girlās apartment.
He hisses. āFuck, pancake,ā that god-awful nickname just makes you wetter, and the toothy grin he buries underneath your jaw tells you everything you need to know about how pleased he is to get away with using it scot free. āBetter hold onto me tighter. Youāll roll away again.ā
āThat was your fault!ā You donāt know if the sound you make is a giggle or a wail, but combined with the lewd squelches ringing out with every hard thrust, it makes your eyes glaze over with embarrassment.
āWasnātā¦ā he mumbles, enjoying every moment of your bickering, although heās already forgetting what about.
āYouā¦ mmh, got too carried away again,ā you reaffirm, and he huffs at the shell of your ear, nipping it once just to spite you because he knows youāre too hare-brained to properly retaliate right now.
āCarried away?ā A dry huff. āMe? Nuh-uh.ā
For all his adamance that heās cool calm and collected, his tail oddly resembles a wind mill behind him, forgetting its place at your side when you massage his ear again- if only to solidify your point. Itās automatic: the uncontrollable, almost pitiable wobble of his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut as he briefly squeezes your waist a little too tight for comfort.
When he recovers from the touch, resting his sharp nose between your breast, he flashes you a hungry look, lashes dewy from want.
Youāre swiftly reminded that your boyfriend is equal parts man and equal parts wolf.
āSo weāre taking cheap shots now, are we?ā A large hand shifts lower, the callous pad of his index finding your puffy clit and immediately giving it no reprieve. You react accordingly- crying out, squirming, arching up into him like bucking cattle, but Valko just delivers a crooked, faltering smile, relishing in the way your warm walls clamp down on him, milking him for all heās worth.
His rugged voice lilts, āLet me do the same, then.ā
Regret, wicked excitement- whatever it is- something stirs in the pit of your belly when you hazily register the rapid swelling at the base of his cock, fattening just outside your wet seam where he rams repeatedly and thenā
All those times you went camping together, lied on a blanket underneath a twinkling swath of stars, yet none of it quite compares to the ones you see when his knot pops in for the first time.
Sooo our husbandās gone to war but heāll be back. until then, take this shabby ooc drabble š hereās to keeping him alive šŗ also iāll stand by the fact pancake is such a cute nickname & i pray he calls us that hehe :,) BRING VALKO BACK!!!! as usual, reblogs are appreciated
cw ā¦ smut, drabble, werewolf bf, slight somnophilia if you squint, ooc, marking, size difference, piv, knotting, banter
āFuck, my bad, babe,ā he laughs under his breath, righting you before you can roll off the bed, āDidnāt mean to knock ya over like that.ā
How he can even joke around in a time like this is beyond you: youāre still coming down from your second orgasm, the ceiling hasnāt stopped spinning along with the fan, and youāre having trouble forming a full sentence- although his name can still be discerned somewhere within that mumbling mess.
Now that your lack of composure has been addressedā all that isnāt to say Valkoās fairing any better.
A few spasms of your pussy, your blunt teeth sinking into the sweaty skin of his neck out of reflex, and thenā
Heās flinching into you so hard, chasing that feeling so blindly, that he nearly topples you backward.
If the puppers back at home knew how easily you reduced him to an over-eager, pathetic dog, they might be less inclined to revere him so much, but he doesnāt plan on losing brownie points with them any time soon.
No harm no foul, right?
Enough clarity finds you to accept his apology, āI-Itās okay,ā And the fog in your vision dissipates just enough to focus on his slightly worried portrait, golden eyes striking through the dim, early morning light like two burning coals.
Itās after confirming your wellbeing that he laughs again and hugs you closer, gathering your whole weight in his arms with all the same ease of picking up a leaf, pulling you directly under him this time. No chance youāll slip from his grasp. No way.
The whole cuddle-fucking position is nice- reeeeal nice, babe, honestly- and now that he knows youāre cool with him waking you up like this, he doesnāt plan on stopping anytime soon, but good olā missionaryās never failed him, either.
āThere. Thatās better,ā he smirks, the image of mischief.
Draped over you like this, six foot something and so big and strong it makes you lose your train of thought, your boyfriend is your veritable shield against the worldā and you quietly suppose, sometimes, heās your shield against common sense, too.
Because when he leans in to suckle your neck, fangs brushing over your pulse point before he peppers an endearingly soft kiss there, any remainder of it leaves in a gust.
āValko-ā
One second, heās zealously lining his swollen cockhead up to your hole, rubbing it against your wet folds either to tease or prepare you for round three (probably a mix of both), and then the next, heās slamming back home again- without the intent of sending you flying, this time, even if it was only accidental to begin with.
The squeak you let out is obscene enough to belong in a porno. And now, it belongs in the pocket of your boyfriend, forever available during silly arguments whenever he urgently needs something to lord over you.
Oxygen evades you for a moment. Feeling him press deep inside and then even deeper still.
Whatās the superlative of full?
There is no place inside you he does not reach and stuff to the brim.
He adores the broken little moans he coaxes from your lips; theyāre a serious competitor to the nails that dig into his back, marking him as your territory. With all the hickies spanning your collarbone, the finger-shaped bruises on your thighs and ass, shallow scratches in the fat of your hipsā clumsily-left proof of his enthusiasmā itās only fair you get your get-back, too.
āYouāre really cute, you knowā¦?ā He murmurs absently, a delicate shade of pink scattering along his prominent cheekbones.
Red ears twitch atop his head, a fluffy tail curling around your ankle, instinctively seeking out your warmth as he ruts into you.
You donāt know what to do with your limbs, you honestly donāt need them at this point because your boyfriend is putting in all the work. But you think he appreciates it anyway when you dumbly reach up to scratch at his fuzzy ear, because the full-bodied groan that tears from his chest, then, his claws momentarily elongating, belongs to an animal, something that lives in a den and not a cute girlās apartment.
He hisses. āFuck, pancake,ā that god-awful nickname just makes you wetter, and the toothy grin he buries underneath your jaw tells you everything you need to know about how pleased he is to get away with using it scot free. āBetter hold onto me tighter. Youāll roll away again.ā
āThat was your fault!ā You donāt know if the sound you make is a giggle or a wail, but combined with the lewd squelches ringing out with every hard thrust, it makes your eyes glaze over with embarrassment.
āWasnātā¦ā he mumbles, enjoying every moment of your bickering, although heās already forgetting what about.
āYouā¦ mmh, got too carried away again,ā you reaffirm, and he huffs at the shell of your ear, nipping it once just to spite you because he knows youāre too hare-brained to properly retaliate right now.
āCarried away?ā A dry huff. āMe? Nuh-uh.ā
For all his adamance that heās cool calm and collected, his tail oddly resembles a wind mill behind him, forgetting its place at your side when you massage his ear again- if only to solidify your point. Itās automatic: the uncontrollable, almost pitiable wobble of his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut as he briefly squeezes your waist a little too tight for comfort.
When he recovers from the touch, resting his sharp nose between your breast, he flashes you a hungry look, lashes dewy from want.
Youāre swiftly reminded that your boyfriend is equal parts man and equal parts wolf.
āSo weāre taking cheap shots now, are we?ā A large hand shifts lower, the callous pad of his index finding your puffy clit and immediately giving it no reprieve. You react accordingly- crying out, squirming, arching up into him like bucking cattle, but Valko just delivers a crooked, faltering smile, relishing in the way your warm walls clamp down on him, milking him for all heās worth.
His rugged voice lilts, āLet me do the same, then.ā
Regret, wicked excitement- whatever it is- something stirs in the pit of your belly when you hazily register the rapid swelling at the base of his cock, fattening just outside your wet seam where he rams repeatedly and thenā
All those times you went camping together, lied on a blanket underneath a twinkling swath of stars, yet none of it quite compares to the ones you see when his knot pops in for the first time.
Sooo our husbandās gone to war but heāll be back. until then, take this shabby ooc drabble š hereās to keeping him alive šŗ also iāll stand by the fact pancake is such a cute nickname & i pray he calls us that hehe :,) BRING VALKO BACK!!!! as usual, reblogs are appreciated
I can't really remember how my mc looked like but I don't want to download this game again until they bring valko back (cuz he's the only reason I want to return to lads)
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