The tent flap had barely fallen shut before Pierrot was on his knees, his hands clutched desperately at the hem of your skirts.
"Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking as he looked up at you. "Please, my lady, I’ve done so good today. Let me touch you. Let me serve you, please."
You didn't say a word, you simply reached down to grab a handful of his messy hair, tugging his head back. He let out a high-pitched, needy whine, his mouth parting instantly as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. He tasted like the brigadeiro he loved so much, his hands trembled violently against your thighs, gripping the fabric of your dress but not daring to pull you closer without your explicit say-so.
"Strip," you commanded, pulling back just enough to look down at his flushed face, gently cupping it with one hand.
"Yes—yes, right away," he gasped, his fingers fumbling frantically with the buttons of his loose linen shirt. He tore it off his shoulders, his chest already heaving with shallow breaths. He kicked his trousers off with a pathetic, clumsy haste, completely baring his long legs and his thick, aching cock, which was already dripping slick pre against his toned stomach.
He didn't move an inch from his knees, he simply looked up at you like a starved dog. "Can I... can I please…? I want to feel how tight you are, my lady, please, I'm begging you."
You climbed onto the bed of pillows "Come here, Pierrot. Don't you dare cum until I tell you to."
"I won't, I promise, ah—" Pierrot clumsily scrambled onto the bed of pillows, his breath hitched as he positioned himself between your knees. His hands hovered over your waist, a soft whimper tearing from his throat. "C..can I touch you?"
"Yes… you can touch"
His large hands clamped onto your hips, and with a ragged sob of relief, he pressed the blunt tip of his aching length against your soaking wet entrance. He didn't push in yet; he just whined, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he trembled against your heat. "You're so wet for me... please let me in, it hurts so bad..."
Pierrot gave a pathetic, broken cry once you gave permission as he pushed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one deep, bruising thrust. The sheer, overwhelming feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his length made him scream out.
"Oh g..god, you're so tight, it's too much, it's too much," he whined, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeak as he began to twitch inside you. "My lady… my darling, please, let me move, I'm going to break..."
your fingers dug into his back as you pulled him closer. "Show me how much you want to please me."
With a choked gasp, Pierrot began to pull out, nearly all the way, before plunging back in. He set a rough, frantic pace, his hips smacking against yours, but every single thrust was accompanied by a needy, broken whimper.
"Like this? Ah! Is it good like this?" he whimpered. He was hitting your sweet spot with brutal accuracy. "Tell me I'm a good boy. Tell me you like how I feel inside you. Please…"
"You're perfect, Pierrot," you gasped out, your own voice breaking as the heat built rapidly between your thighs. "H..harder. Don't you dare slow down."
"Yes, my lady! Yes!" he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightened until his knuckles turned white. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid. He was panting like an animal, completely undone. He was right on the edge, his length throbbed inside you, leaking profusely, but he kept his eyes locked onto yours, begging for permission. "I want to cum... please, let me cum inside you, I can't hold it, I'm going to—"
"Cum for me, Pierrot!" you yelled, as your own orgasm finally ripped through you, your walls clamped down around him like a vice.
Hearing your command, Pierrot let out a loud, broken moa, his hips stuttered against yours as his body seized. He came violently, a massive, hot torrent spilled deep inside your core, his hips shuddered in tiny jolts as he emptied himself into you. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaved as he sobbed softly against your neck as the aftershocks of the release continued to ripple through his spent, trembling frame.
“My sweet boy…” you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair “Did so good for me”
A.N: sigh, one of these days I’ll figure out how to make my posts look nice- I lowkey hate this but it was my first time writing bottom male so I hope it’s okay!
I’m glad you’ve been good!! I’ve been ehh lol but same I was so fucking disappointed when I heard like they deleted his channel and stuff like that but like you said I wholeheartedly believe that throwing away a character you’ve been working on 2+ years is seriously a waste. You’re throwing probably thousands and thousands into the trash because of some people don’t agree with the character but who has more power? Who’s the one spending countless hours making sure the character fit the storyline and stuff? THE COMPANY NOT THE INTERNET TROLLS! I’ve heard about the whole kitchen update but tbh I haven’t even logged in since they deleted him. Also like you said why is the app taking so much space if wha we got doesn’t require said space??? But I honestly think like everyone else says that he’s files are in the game and the company is just waiting for the right time to release him (I’m probably being delusional)
P.s take your time with the Pierrot fanfic!
P.p.s can I put in another story recommendation like one about valko??? Whenever you have free time???
- 🍓 anon
I truly do think once things calm down that they’ll still release him. Like you said, maybe I’m just delusional but I can’t see them not releasing him at some point especially when he’s so important to the main story.
You’re so sweet! Thank you for being so patient🤍🤍
And yes of course!! I’ve been wanting to write for him so i’d love to hear what you’re thinking for Valko🤭👀
Hi!!!! How you’ve been? How do we feel about everything going on with LADS and the no update? Personally I hate everything :(
-🍓anon
Hi my lovely anon!🫶🏼 I’ve been alright I suppose! How have you been??
Uhg I was devastated yesterday when I saw the “coming soon” had been removed along with his channel and role being deleted in the official discord server. I’ve seen some stuff that has given me a little more hope that we might still get ‘Ko back. Apparently (I don’t know this 100% because I wasn’t playing at the time, but I’ve seen other people who did play around Caleb‘s release say this) the “coming soon” being removed happened with Caleb as well and he was then released as a LI a month later. So mayyyybe there’s still hope! It also makes no sense that the update was 30GB when then stuff we did get definitely isn’t 30GB worth of content, so I’m thinking that maybe his files and everything were loaded into the game but we just can’t see him yet.
I will say that I do love the kitchen update, but why does it take 60 energy to make water? HUH? I did make the chocolate milk and the chocolate eggs for Valko tho💔
I’ve seen some other stuff as well saying (now take this with a grain of salt as I don’t know how much truth there is to it) that the government got involved and that’s why Infold has been completely silent lately and why there’s been some censorship happening. We truly won’t know anything until they put out an official statement.
I truly can’t see them just giving up on a character that they worked on for two years. I just hope that if/when we do get him back that they don’t change him and make him look like the others. I love how unique he is compared to them. Not saying there’s anything wrong with the five we have now because there absolutely isn’t, I love and adore them all. 
I am also still working on the Pierrot fic, it’s done I just have to finish editing it I’m sorry it’s taking so long😭
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
♯┆ some of the relationships milestones with Valko
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, fluff and smut, nonsexual and sexual nudity, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, knotting, soft Valko just loving you
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: i'm in deep can you tell? 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 || requests are open
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── ⟢ the first date
Your first date was planned at a fancy restaurant because Valko wanted to impress you a little - the reservation however got jumbled up and you would have needed to wait until a table gets free. You told him that you don't feel like fancy food anyways which was a huge relief to him.
You ended up getting takeout from your favorite place and enjoyed the soft light of street lamps at the local park, talking away while eating. When you started feeling a little cold in the night air, he chuckled and put his jacket around you, insisting that he's a furnace and doesn't really need it anyways.
He walked you home that evening and settled for a simple hug instead of a kiss goodnight-when he leaned in, he could smell your scent mixed with his from the jacket you wore and he knew in that moment that this was something he could most certainly get used to.
── ⟢ the first kiss
The first kiss came unexpected and was almost so short, neither of you could call it a proper kiss. All you did was lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the same time, sensing you closer, and you ended up kissing his lips - apologizing profoundly one second later which made him laugh softly.
"Am i such a bad kisser?" he asked teasingly, seeing the way you grew embarrassed, but his question made you gain your composure again.
"I had no opportunity to find out yet," you mused and your eyes flicked to his lips for just a blink of an eye, but this was all the consent he needed. His lips felt soft against yours, dominant but not suffocating as his lips slowly claimed yours while one of his hands gently cupped your cheek. When he pulled back, a lopsided grin spread on his lips.
"So, am i a bad kisser?" He asked more confident now and you hummed in thought before smiling softly.
"I don't think i can determine that from a single kiss alone" the grin on your lips couldn't even form before his mouth was back on yours again, tongue begging for entrance. Once he pulled away, sharp canines gently pulled at your kiss swollen bottom lip, your hazy eyes and small whimper telling him everything he needed to know.
── ⟢ the first time you see each other naked
The first time you saw each other naked wasn't in a sexual way. You were walking to your place where you wanted to cook for him before watching a movie together, but the weather had other plans.
By the time you reached your doorstep, the both of you were wet to the bones, drenched clothes forming puddles in your hallway as you tried to figure out the best way to move on about this.
"Shower?" You asked softly and nudged your head towards the bathroom, the puddle beneath your feet growing by the second.
"Ladies first" he replied with an apologetic smile-walking to the grocery store was his idea after all, so he could wait.
"And you flood my apartment in the meantime? We can shower together?" You suggested innocently, the wet fabric clinging to your skin stripping you of a clear mind. "If you don't mind... we can also stay in underw-"
Valko was already taking off his wet clothes, not needing to be asked twice to shower together.
Under the steady stream of water, his eyes never looked down your body, respecting you and not wanting to use the situation to shamelessly gawk at you... unlike you who grew familiar with his pecs and occasionally stole a glance at his abs in the meantime.
Just as the cold left your body, you cautiously stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his broad torso, causing his wet tail to splosh against the tiled wall repeatedly. One of his big hands moved to your lower back to keep you close, the other drifted to your hair to hold it against his chest in a deeply caring manner. The noise of water hitting the ground was almost drowned out by his heartbeat that thumped steadily just below your ear.
You two helped one another wash up and you blow dried his tail for him, feeling a little awkward about it but the shyness around each others body was close to non existent after sharing the shower.
── ⟢ the first time he eats you out
The first time Valko gets to eat you out, is when neither of you can keep their hands to themselves after a heated make out session. He sinks onto his knees on the floor in front of the couch you two had been sitting on and gently grabs one of your ankles where he pressed small kisses against your skin. His kisses turn messier the further up he reaches until his teeth sink into the plush of your inner thigh—The little sound you make is the most endearing sound he'd ever heard.
The scent of your arousal had been driving him to the brink of insanity before he even got between your thighs, and now that your legs were thrown over his shoulder he couldn't stop himself anymore. Valko looked up at you once more to make sure that there was no doubt in your eyes, and when you looked at him with so much need, he dove right in. He buried his nose against your panty clad folds, inhaling your scent as if it's the most holy of things — to him it is.
There was no time to take off your underwear, simply using one of his fingers to pull it to the side. The sight of your glistening folds made his wolfish ears lay flat, a sound close to a whimper escaping his throat the second he dove in to finally taste you. And when your arousal melted on his tongue? His eyes were rolling back into his skull, staying between your thighs for his own greed until you had to pry him off after perhaps one too many orgasms and flicks to your overstimulated clit.
── ⟢ the first time he knots you
The first time Valko knots you, wasn't the first time you had Sex, rather the first time he realized that he wanted this —that he wanted you— by his side as his girlfriend, not just to see where things go. You could say that this was the first time that he realized that what he feels is actually love.
He spent the night preparing you with his tongue and fingers as he usually would, his cock slipping into you so easily by the time he finally had you on your back and spread open for him with one leg thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts were much slower than the rather fast speed you've grown accustomed to but they made your toes curl from how you felt him move inside your walls.
You've talked about the possibility of him knotting you before, about what it means for him, as well as for you. So when you felt the thick knot press against your entrance repeatedly while his moans became much more breathless, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him gently, nodding against him to let him know that this is exactly what you wanted.
The feeling of that knot bullying its way into your cunt was borderline painful, but Valko's fingers playing with your clit to help you relax took your focus off the stretch until he was finally inside. Valko's head dropped into the crook of your neck, a strangled moan of your name escaping his lips as you felt his cum painting your insides with nowhere to go.
It made you feel incredibly full, and he whispered sweet praise into your ear before flipping you around to rest on his chest. There was no rush with anything, just heavy breathing and gentle touches filling the comfortable silence. This was his form of aftercare, keeping you close and helping you catch your breath—and when the knot eventually swells off, he'd help you into the shower to clean you up, changing the sheets while you let the water cascade down your tired body.
── ⟢ the first i love you
The first time Valko told you these three words was in that very night, cuddled up in fresh sheets while snacking on some brownies.
Your head was resting on his shoulder and his tail was sweetly tucked over his and your body as if he held you close with anything he had. You barely heard him say it over the noise of your favorite movie running.
"What was that?" You asked tired, opening your tired eyes to look up at him, craning your neck to take a look at his handsome face.
"I said I love you, pancake." He smiled down at you, sharp canines showing and the sweetest, love struck look on his face.
"I love you too, Valko" you hummed and kissed his jaw ever so gently before tucking your head back under his chin where you could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage, almost at the same speed as his tail was wagging against your leg.
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
