The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
I didn't think I'd actually end up crying over him. But here I am, going through all the beautiful yet heart breaking arts and writings people are creating for our wolfie now that I have free time and tears are just running down my face as if I'm actually mourning.
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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.
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To the people who were mad about the addition of a 6th LI, do u even play the game? Hadn't u ever seen the "Coming Soon" below Caleb?! And to Infold, to listen to the "players" who clearly have no idea of the main story and how Valko has always been there, disrespectful. Idk if I wanna keep the game anymore cause why would I care about the story if u don't care urselves?!
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Finished all the Spring banner stories and my thoughts are lingered on the Sylus one. 👀
Sylus x fem!reader — you smell amazing | smut |
warnings: breeding, mating press, squirting. >.> not beta’d we die 💀
ever since you’ve landed in these hot springs, your mind is dizzy. sylus’ scent changes to the exact thing that you want. when you want. he’s awfully smug about it these days too. all animals are latched onto him like he is their messiah, and then… there’s you. gulping loudly, swallowing thickly, sweating at the forehead and awfully distracted because your man has never been more… sexier. your body is reacting on a physical level to this shit. god damn…
“someone is very obvious now.” sylus hums smugly, watching your nose glide against his bicep like he’s cocaine. and you’re a struggling addict.
you pinch him gently, “i know you love this all too much, me acting like an omega in heat.” you huff, but you don’t move from him. you are bold, yes, but this is making you nauseatingly needy.
you straddle his lap next, making sure to nestle yourself perfectly on his bulge. “i can’t… just let you be smug all you want.” you hold his face in one hand.
sylus’ eyes are glowing, a lazy grin plastered on his face as he raises his hands in mock surrender. “uh oh, this kitten loves her catnip.”
his large and looming hands knead at your ass. “didn’t you want to go out on an adventure today?” he purrs, leaning in against the shell of your ear in a low, reverberating hum that echoes through your core. “or do you want to change plans into staying at home. unable to move… when i’m done with you, hm?”
before you could retort in a sarcasm laced response, his big hand wraps around your neck, squeezing at the sides and reminding you just how good it feels to be loved by sylus. you gasp softly, and that opportunity is bagged by your dragon instantly. tongue shoved against your mouth with a carnal, almost-brute like growl.
you suckle at his tongue, shoulders slumping in relaxation, it’s short lived. the heat pooling in your gut is the biggest distraction that makes you greedy and insatiable right now. sylus chuckles softly, his melodious, borderline mocking laugh. he is reveling in this. being wanted. he is always wanted, however… this scratches an itch in his brain that is only animalistic. you are going crazy on his scent.
you feel feverish with the way goosebumps prickle on your skin, body having a mind of her own as you grind up against him. he purrs, “it’s okay kitten. i will give you what you want. until you beg me to stop.”
oh this man—
before you could say anything else. you’re flipped on your back on the bed, sylus mounting you instantly, your clothes are ripped off, the sound of fabric giving up only makes you giggle. it signifies that you’re not the only one who is insatiable; matched with his glowing eyes and the way he smirks… like he would eat you alive. bones and soul.
your legs are hiked up, knees on your shoulders as your leaking cunt gets exposed to him. “oh… kitten. this is the scent that beats all others…” sylus purrs, leaning into it and taking a deep whiff of you. you whine at his words, and the way your walls twitch around nothing for more.
your brain is numbed, yet, your hands reflexively lean up to fondle with his pants and zip. “ah ah…” he swats your hand with a hum. “be patient, kitten.”
his thick, vein decorated cock nestles against your bare skin. reaching your navel. angry and pulsing on his own. “i will ruin you so good...” he chuckles, watching it, musing with a sickness and imagining first hand how deep his cock will reach. it gives him a dirty satisfaction. your body unable to do anything at all but take, and take, and take what he plans to give you.
he slides in to the hilt, white happy trail caressing your clit as he shifts his hips to bury his cock deep. the way it feels is almost violating all the time. no matter how many times you take sylus, no matter how many times you’ve cockwarmed him. it feels like something that shouldn’t exist. your poor rim stretches paper thin around his base.
“hnn- oh god-“ you shake your head. “please- sylus-“
then he starts moving, not slow. oh- shit— not slow at all. every thrust feels like he is ploughing your body from the inside. balls slapping against your crack. the way his scent engulfs you right now, makes you dizzy. eyes rolling backwards in pure, unadulterated surrender.
your gaze has never turned submissive more quickly, it’s all him. the way you squirm for relief, hands pinned above your head instantly. “no no. don’t you dare run away from me.” he taps your cheek softly, no— it’s not a slap. it does ground you innately however.
“i told you kitten-“ his voice sounds jerky with the way his cock is bullying your pussy. thrusts sharp and brutal, kissing your cervix every single time. fat mushroom tip spearing your insides hollow. “i will make sure you stay here and take it. you wanted this didn’t you?”
you nod like a bobble head. “hnngh- ha- yeah- yeah i wanted this-“ you shake your head, lean it back. anything and everything to get used to the mind-numbing pleasure he is giving you.
“then spray on me. hmm? go on… i won’t let you go unless you squirt on me.” he chuckles darkly, hand leaning down to rub your clit in circles, all in tandem with his thrusts. his hand wrapping around both your wrists pinning and tightening further.
you feel the familiar coil in your body snap, and gush around him. spraying down his abs and orgasming so intensely it feels like you’re seizing. “oh good girl-“
“that’s it, gooood girl.” his cock jumps against your fluttering pussy. “massage my cock, just like that.” he commands, watching how your core twitches and clenches. he topples off the edge, hot and sticky seed breeding and coating your walls.
it satiates something inside you that you couldn’t name. but knew it needed to be satiated…
he turns you on your belly immediately after, one crisp slap falling on the curve of your ass cheek. “oh? did you think we’re done, kitten?”
it’s going to be a long night. good thing you’re just as insatiable as your dragon. 🙂↔️
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You're frustrated. So deeply, incredibly frustrated that you could cry. Your night was supposed to be perfect. You'd cracked open the expensive wine Sylus had gifted you forever ago, intenting on getting drunk, using your favorite vibrator until your legs were shaking, then having the best sleep of your life.
Only the first part was going to plan.
You're a drunk mess, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy as you stare at the sleek silicone device in your hands. Usually it's perfect. Usually it does its job well. But tonight, you just can't figure it out. You would get so close, so stupidly, agonizingly close, but then it would fail. Right at the last second, it would somehow end up two inches above or below your aching clit, leaving you incredibly frustrated.
So you do the only thing your drunk brain can make sense of.
You call Sylus.
The ringing doesn't last long. It never does when you call him.
"It's three in the morning. This better be a crisis, kitten." He says, his voice deep and surprisingly alert considering how late it was. Part of you wonders if he ever sleeps when he's not with you.
"Sylussssss." You whine, the name rolling off your tongue. "Issa... it's a 'mergency. A real one. My fav'rit... It's broke. Won't work 'nymore."
There's a brief sharp silence on the other end before you hear the muffled rustle of clothes. You can only assume Sylus is putting his jacket on.
"What stopped working? Are you hurt?"
"No, m'annoyed!" You huff, kicking a leg out from underneath your heavy comforter. "I need it. S'like it's avoidin' me..."
"I'll be there in ten minutes. Stay put." He commands, the protective, possessive edge of his tone sending a shiver down your spine.
"Yessir." You mumble before the line goes dead.
True to his word, you hear the front door open ten minutes later, the lock clicking softly. Then, the heavy thud of combat boots against your floor, growing louder until the bedroom door swings wide open. Sylus stands in the threshold, a dark silhouette against the hallway light. His crimson eyes immediately sweep the room for a threat.
He notes the half-empty bottle of expensive red on the nightstand, the precarious tilt of the empty glass, and then finally, he sees you curled up underneath the sheets and that lavender vibrator just a few inches away.
He exhales a sharp, controlled breath, the tension leaving his shoulders only to be replaced by that smug cockiness of his. He's found something much more interesting than sleep.
"A real emergency, hm?" He drawls as he strides into the room, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He stops at the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you try and properly focus on him.
You look up at him, your vision swimming just enough to make you see two of him standing right at the foot of your bed.
"S'defective." You groan, gesturing vaguely at the device. "I try... it jus'moves! It's mean."
You hear Sylus huff in amusement, though you don't have a sharp remark to give him in return. Your mind is too foggy from the wine, too focused on fixing your damn vibrator so you can just go to bed.
Sylus reaches out, his large hands making the toy look impossibly small by comparison. He turns it over once, his thumb grazing the power button. The soft hum fills the silence of the room. He blinks at it before glancing back at you, amusement written all over his features. He clicks it off once more.
"It seems perfectly functional to me, kitten."
You just shake your head at him.
He tosses the device back onto the bed as he shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. He doesn't care. He's far more focused on the idea that you'd essentially been edging yourself for god knows how long because you were too drunk to hold the damn toy in place.
"You called me here at three in the morning because you can't figure out how to work your vibrator?" He asks as his hands find the edge of the sheet you've somehow managed to get tangled up in. With a firm tug, he yanks the blanket off of you, his breath hitching just seconds later.
You're bare from the waist down, and Sylus's red eyes instantly roam your body without an ounce of shame. You shift against the pillows, your thighs falling open. The sight nearly brings him to his knees. You're soaked, pussy dripping as if he'd been doing nothing but fucking you with his tongue for hours.
"Oh sweetie... You should have just told me you were lonely. I'm much better at following orders than a piece of silicone." He purrs as he moves around to the side of the bed, his fingers ghosting up your thigh. He stops himself before he reaches your cunt, knowing if he touches you, he won't be using that precious vibrator like you want.
"S'fast. And it... doesn't talk back. Good at gettin' the job done." You mumble, watching as Sylus sits on the edge of your bed to undo his combat boots. You giggle at him as if having him there is the funniest thing in the world to you, too drunk to notice that he's fighting back his own wants to make sure your need is satisfied.
Within moments, he's settling between your knees, vibrator in his large hands as he stares down at you. You're a mess of drunken need, but he's never been able to turn you down, especially when you look so desperate to be ruined.
His free hand finds your hip as he drags the tip of the silicone through your glistening folds, clicking it back on the moment it reaches your swollen clit. Your back instantly arches off the bed, your breath leaving you in a loud cry. It had felt so good when you'd been holding it, but now that it was Sylus instead, it was even better.
"Just lay back and relax. I have you." He murmurs, taking in the way your hands grasp onto the sheets like you might tear them. He drinks in every little response from you. The way he has to coax your legs back open because you've clamped your thighs around his hand, the way you tremble just underneath the lowest setting.
Perhaps if he was nicer, he might have left it on the lowest setting and gently brought you to the edge. He doesn't care that you're probably overstimulated and overly sensitive. If anything, it just makes him want to be even more mean.
With two clicks of the button, he has the vibrator on the highest setting. Your hips immediately buck underneath him, head thrashing against your pillows as a loud, shattered moan leaves your mouth. It's too much, far too much for you to handle, and yet you don't have it in you to beg him to turn it down.
His free hand grasps your hip firmly, pushing you down into the mattress as he circles your clit with that little buzzing piece of silicone.
"That's why it hasn't been working for you. You can't run when it gets intense, kitten. That's not how it works." He tells you, though you can barely focus on it, too caught up in the sensation of a strong vibration against your already sensitive clit.
"Sylus!" You manage to gasp out, your legs clamping shut around his hand. This time, he doesn't coax them open. He simply throws his leg over your thigh, using his body weight to keep you nice and spread for him all while he keeps that steady vibration against you.
You can feel how hard he is against your thigh, how much his cock is straining against his leather jeans.
"You can take it. Can't you?" He asks with absolutely no intentions of clicking back to a lower setting. You shake your head, too gone to speak properly even as you try to move away, shift your hips away from the intense vibrations.
Sylus just holds you still, forcing you to take it. You manage to lock eyes with him, intending on pleading for mercy, but you don't get the chance.
Your orgasm is intense, has you arching off the bed until you're certain your spine might snap, your choked moan echoing within the silence of your room. Sylus immediately pulls the vibrator away, replacing it with his thumb as he rubs small circles against your clit, watching the way you squirm underneath him.
His touch is slow, light, gentle compared to the vibrations that were held against you, meant to slowly bring you down from that high. You squeeze your eyes shut, your entire body trembling as you try to catch your breath. It's nearly impossible with the way Sylus is still rubbing your clit, so you weakly swat at his hand, trying to squirm away.
"S'too much..." You whimper. Sylus hums in response, but for once, he actually listens. His thumb stills against your clit, momentarily dipping down to your slick entrance before he forces himself to tear his hand away, finally turning off the toy you'd been so convinced was broken. His hands then move to your thighs, watching you clench around nothing. He really should go, should let you sleep off the wine, but it would be a shame to leave you so wet.
"You... S'your turn..." You mumble, already trying to move to sit up against the pillows.
"Don't worry about me, sweetie. You're exhausted."
But you aren't letting him slip away so easily. Not when he gave you what was probably the best orgasm of your life.
"No. Your pants... Take them... Mm, gimme." You hum.
"You're drunk. No."
"Want it. Gimme." You argue.
He finally gives in with a heavy sigh. This wouldn't be the first time you two have had sex while drunk, and judging by how eager you are for him to take his pants off, he's guessing it won't be the last time either.
"You're lucky you're cute." He says as his hands move to his waistband, unzipping his pants before tugging the leather down just enough to free his cock. You squirm just in front of him, eager and wanting despite the orgasm he'd already granted you. Any other time, he would have teased you relentlessly.
Now, he simply slides the tip through your silky folds, brushing against your sensitive clit just to hear you whimper before he pushes into your tight heat. A low groan leaves him at the feeling of your velvety walls gripping him so deliciously, his hands finding the back of your thighs to keep you spread and open for him.
He isn't rough like he usually is. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he went too far while you were drunk. Instead, his pace is slow and deep, his hips grinding into you with every thrust, meant to savor the feeling of being buried in your cunt.
Your hands find his shoulders, weakly trying to pull him down while you moan for him. He doesn't make you wait. He doesn't even make you beg. He simply leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hands guide your legs around his waist. This is probably the most gentle he's ever been with you.
His teeth lightly scrape against your skin as he pushes impossibly deeper, your bedframe creaking softly, keeping perfect rhythm with his softer pace. It's not the obscene, filthy fucking that you always crave from him, but it has you whimpering his name as your arms wrap around him, your hands grasping onto his shirt as your hips clumsily move against his.
It doesn't take long for you to cum again, his slower, deeper pace coaxing a second orgasm. You fall apart around him, your cunt clamping down onto him like a vice as he fucks you so gently. You hear him let out a long groan, followed by a guttural curse as his rhythm falters, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.
Sylus rocks into you, slow and steady as his hands knead your thighs. He's quiet for a long moment, savoring the way you squeeze him so tightly, savoring how wet you are. It's only when you go limp underneath him that he finally lefts his head, a flicker of fond amusement crossing his features as he sees that you're finally fast asleep.
He stays a moment longer than necessary, his hand coming up to brush a stray strand of your hair out of your face. You look so peaceful, he doesn't have it in him to wake you to clean up.
