I can't even begin to describe how much I hate Caleb and how much of a weirdo I think HE is. Ofc though its quite distasteful and super unnecessary for u all to know and read if u like him; my beef is with him alone 💀💀💀 i will handle him so don't get in my way omg im so mad
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Because @darthsuki wrote a very cute drabble and it critical hit me ueueueuueuuueuue thank you ( Will you be posting it on tumblr eventually? I hope you would! 🥺 )
Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
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virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!
wc: 1475
content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread
“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.
you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”
valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”
“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.
valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.
over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.
it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.
“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.
you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”
as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”
“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”
you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.
valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”
“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.
the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.
he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.
you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.
“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.
he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”
you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.
you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.
“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”
valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”
you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”
“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. unfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.
you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”
his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.
it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.
you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”
valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”
he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”
“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.
“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”
valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.
you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.
your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.
“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.
he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.
valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.
you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.
you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.
you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.
you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.
“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.
you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”
he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.
your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.
valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.
he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.
valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”
you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”
valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”
“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.
valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”
you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”
valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.
a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko
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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)
Valko, who was the toughest and most muscular wolf anybody would probably meet in their lifetime, was currently cowering behind the sofa because of you.
"Darling," you purred sweetly, though the slipper you held in your hand was anything but. "Don't be scared. I won't get mad at you."
"Really?" His ears perked up slightly, though he still gripped the edge of the sofa like a shield. "You mean it?"
"Of course I do!" Your voice was entirely too bright, considering the fact that your brand-new pillows were now on the floor of your bedroom, cotton everywhere and cases ripped apart. Valko, being the dumb guy he was, did not register the fakeness in your voice and the very hard shoe ready to be thrown. "Why would I lie to you?"
He let out a sigh of relief, raising his head over the top of the sofa so that you could finally see his full face, giving you a guilty look. "Promise?"
"Did you or did you not do that to my pillows?"
He glanced back at the doorway of your bedroom, looking at the mess he had created. Could anybody even blame him?! You'd been gone for a whole week, telling him you'd only be on your work trip with that slimy fish bastard Rafayel for three days, and you'd left him to his own devices! He missed you, he was irritated, and he was also extremely horny, so yes, maybe he humped your pillows and then maybe he tore them apart in frustration.
And also rolled around on your bedsheet.
And also rutted into your mattress.
"…Yesn't," he mumbled, ears pressing flatter against his head if it was even possible, picking at the loose thread of the sofa.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT!"
He yelped as you flung your slipper at him, chasing him around the sofa. "You piece of shit, come back here!"
"I'm sorry, okay?" He wailed, tail hanging low between his legs as he scurried away, howling as he saw you pull off your other slipper from your left foot. "I didn't mean to, it just happened like that!"
"You didn't mean to ruin these very expensive silk sheets, huh?" Your second throw hit your target head-on, smacking against his cheek. He growled, rubbing the redness starting to bloom before remembering you were the one chasing him, sprinting to the corner of the sofa. "You didn't mean to tear up my new pillows? Do you know how expensive this shit is? Do you know what inflation does to a person?"
"Baby, I promise I'll buy you new ones!" He tried to feint going right, but you were too smart for that, glaring at him from the opposite side of the sofa, ready for whatever bullshit move he tried to pull. "I just missed you, okay? You were gone for so long, there's only so many times a man can jack it before the skin goes raw! Also, who does that painter think he is?" He muttered the last part under his breath, though he probably shouldn't have. At this point, you looked like steam was blowing out of your ears.
"Oh, so that's what this is about!"
"No, god, I didn't mean that," He tried to pull the faithful puppy dog face, one that always worked on you, one that got him out of trouble from spilling wine on your favourite white dress. But no, you still weren't budging. Jesus, how expensive were those pillows?
"It's not my fault you're like a bitch in heat!" Looking around for something else to throw, you grumbled, realising the only things near your hand were more expensive pieces of furniture. He gulped as you started to tie up your hair, before screaming when you climbed over the sofa to get to his side. "HEY HEY THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES-"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RULES WHEN YOU FUCKED MY PILLOWCASE?"
valko my beloved, what we could have had :( you live on in my heart
25% is better than 0%. trying a little is better than not trying at all. eating a protein bar is better than nothing. using dry shampoo is better than not showering. cleaning one section of your room or house is better than not cleaning any of it. writing a paragraph of your essay is better than not starting it. whatever you can manage today is okay. you can try again tomorrow. little steps are to be proud of.
you'd be laying down in bed, all comfortable under the covers, when you feel his presence before seeing him. it almost makes you jump, the way he's just hovering over you from the edge of the bed. he steps forward once, twice, before you realizes what happening.
"val- valko wait WAIT-" in his over six foot tall build of pure muscle, he flops right on top of you. he's way to big to be acting like he's a pup curling into your arms, but hey, how you've got a valko-shaped overweighted blanket keeping you warm.
it's even worse when you're both standing up. you'd be out buying groceries, roaming up and down the aisles, when you first notice the stares. is your shirt inside out? maybe you forgot to brush away the frizz in your hair? it's the whisper from concerned bystanders that make it click.
"...are they being followed?" "how intimidating..." "wolf following them around..."
ah. right.
right behind you, less than a foot at all times, valko trails behind like you've got a leash and collar on him. and maybe you do- but not in this scenario at least.
it's not that valko's got a resting bitch face, but rather, those wolf eyes of his can seem like they're piercing right through you. when in reality, he just forgot his glasses at home and is squinting to see if the snacks that you like are on the shelf.
and don't get me started on when he's got your legs thrown over his shoulders. sure, he's made sure to work you open by now— his hands, his tongue— but it always takes a deep breath and many, many orgasms before you're able to take him fully.
sometimes he's aware that he's big. valko likes to tease you about it too, "you can handle it, right baby?" "weren't you just beggin' me to fill you up?" "relax angel, gotta get you ready for my knot, yeah?"
and oh, his knot is a monstrous thing on its own. the first time you guys got intimate, he made sure to pull out right before. valko was worried about scaring you off, of making you uncomfortable or hurting you. but after plenty of reassurance, and lots of pets between his ears, he finally lays you down on your back, positioning himself into you.
once you've both reached you peak- valko always makes sure you come first, or at the very least times his climac with you, his lips finds yours, hungry and desperate and praising you for taking him so well.
his knot is, well huge, yes, but it fills you up just enough where the lines between pain and pleasure melt together. valko makes sure your comfortable, propping a pillow to your side, rubbing circles and stars onto your skin. it can take a while before his knot swells down, so he always makes sure to hold you close, whispering sweet everything's.
even when you feel his knot slips out of you, his size still towers yours as he carries you effortlessly into the bath. you've had to upgrade it when the two of you moved in together, just to accommodate his size.
but it makes it all worth while, when the heat of the water relaxes your muscles, and the warmth of him- his body, his tail, his arms, envelops you in a den of love and safety.
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his thumbs dig into your inner thighs, holding you open as he obscenely slurps the sweet mix of your arousal and his spit as one eats a bowl of ramen.
it's the same, torturous style. his tongue flattened over your parted, glistening lips, lapping the juices out of your pulsing hole and back up to your clit--giving it a firm lick before he buries his face into your cunt.
your scent acts like a siren’s call, the sweetness consuming him all at once. valko is feverishly hot, lips latching onto your hole and his sinful tongue coaxing out more of your sweetness.
"are you even-ah!-gonna make me cum?" he's not once sucked on your clit. no, he's been edging you with kitten licks. "if not I can just use my vibe."
you think it'll rile him up. instead, his gaze snaps at you, ears tucked down like a kicked puppy.
"n-no, no, fuck..." he begs, unable to keep himself from tasting you again. "i can't help it. I've never been this close to you..."
he dives in again. "s'killin me." his voice vibrates against your clit, as he takes it into his mouth.
"ngh valko... like that," your hips rock themself into his mouth. but then he let's go of your clit to eat your gushing juices.
"are you serious--" your fingers thread into his hair.
"please--just a little more." his fingers plunge into your hole.
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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.
