🔞🧵| No Touching | Caleb 🍎
↻ + ♡ appreciated
Caleb steps into the bedroom, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist, pearls of water still dripping from the tips of his hair & down his body.
“What a shame you didn't join me," he gives you a teasing look.
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„Umm… Valko why are you walking like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like.. it’s super heavy?”
“Are you saying it isn’t?”
“You know it is… but still, in summer you walk normally.”
“Ah.. that’s because during the rut, a wolve’s testicule’s grow, you know~ to prepare for mating.”
“Are you saying your balls are… bigger? Pahahaha Is that why— omfg they must be HUGE, no wonder your pants are so tight now!”
He awkwardly clears his throat, “yeah.. Autumn’s here.”
It's a backtrack time skip: June 27th & 30th never happened, we don't know anything about Valko. Therefore he can be (re)introduced and (re)launched on 27th July sharp and successfully shatter the quiet, leaving all the MC's breathless and happy for their Alpha to arrive 😉🤣😁
Yesterday, I read the Chinese article "Overseas Players Continue to Voice Their Opinions: How Can Domestic Games Transform Global Feedback into Content Expansion?" The discussions that followed made me realize that I'm tired.
Tired of arguments.
Tired of watching people tear each other apart over a world that was originally created to bring us comfort.
I don't wake up hoping for another controversy.
I wake up hoping to see an update waiting for me.
I want "Eat healthy. Sleep well." to make me smile again instead of reminding me of everything we've lost.
I want to look at Valko and smile—not simply because I think he's attractive, but because his presence would remind me that the world I spent so long believing in is still moving toward the future it was meant to have.
That's why I keep speaking.
Not because I want someone else's favorite Love Interest to lose anything.
Not because I enjoy conflict.
But because I believe Love and Deepspace deserves to remain the world its creators originally imagined—not a world gradually pulled apart by fear, short-term thinking, or the belief that removing one piece somehow protects the rest.
Trust begins to fade the moment people start questioning whether the future they were invited to believe in is still the future they're moving toward.
Certainty becomes uncertainty.
Curiosity becomes anxiety.
The question stops being: "I wonder where this story is going."
and becomes: "Will this part of the story still exist tomorrow?"
That's not the relationship I fell in love with.
I don't want Love and Deepspace to become a smaller version of the world that first made us fall in love with it.
Maybe that's why I still haven't given up.
I'm not waiting for a miracle.
I'm waiting for the day I can open Love and Deepspace again, download a new update, smile when I see Valko and quietly feel that the world I trusted is still becoming the world its creators originally envisioned.
Trust takes years to build.
It can be shaken in seconds.
And rebuilding it takes something even rarer: Courage.
Silence may protect a difficult moment. Courage is what rebuilds what comes after it.
Maybe this is the next step.
Let players finally meet Valko in-game, exactly as your team originally intended.
Not simply because so many of us have been waiting for him.
But because it would show that you still believe in the story your own team set out to tell—and that you still believe this relationship with your players is worth rebuilding.
Show us that the same courage your stories ask of their characters still exists behind the studio creating them.
If you take that first step, many of us will be ready to walk the rest of the way with you.
#ValkoIsLoved #WeWantValko #ValkoIsInnocent
It had been exactly two years.
Two years since fate, in all its cruel and twisted design, had tangled your lives back together. Two years since Sylus had stepped out of the shadows of your forgotten past, reclaiming the place in your existence that destiny had once denied him.
You knew it shouldn't matter. It wasn't the date of your first kiss, nor the night you had finally admitted what you were to each other. It was simply the calendar mark of a beginning reborn from mistrust, when the barrel of your gun had been pressed hard against his chest, and terrifying, fragmented voices had echoed in your head. Life had expected you to be enemies—you, the Hunter, and him, the leader of Onychinus—and you had both played those roles to perfection, right up until you decided you were no puppets in the grand scheme of things.
Yet, looking back from the peaceful warmth of the present, you wouldn't change a single line of that jagged script, because that day led you to the safest sanctuary of your life.
But tonight, the sanctuary felt too far away.
Outside, the heavens had ruptured. A relentless downpour drummed against the windows, accompanied by the roar of thunder that seemed to mock the estate's silence. You leaned your forehead against the cool pane, watching the courtyard lights fracture into blurry halos through the streaming water.
Sylus had been gone for ten days already. Ten endless days of an empty bed, of lonely mornings and even lonelier nights. And then, forty eight hours ago, the silence had turned deafening, as he had crossed into a region with absolutely no signal—no encrypted messages, no brief calls in the dead of night to reassure you.
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valko would love to tease you in bed. burying his thick cock inside you, then going still inside.
"babe, since you were soooo insistent earlier," he rasps, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "why don't you do the work?"
you whine, already clenching around him. "val—valko... fuck... move..."
🐺🔞 |NSFW, coercion?, overuse of: Mommy/good boy|
Maybe you're really, really horny.
Maybe you're just ovulating.
Or maybe it's the way Valko's rutting into you like a feral beast. No other man has fucked you so hard and filthy that all thoughts of feminism—
Dear @Love_Deepspace Team,
I am writing only on my own behalf. I do not represent the entire community or claim that every player shares my opinion. These are simply my personal reflections after spending weeks following discussions across X, Discord, Weibo and Xiaohongshu while trying to understand why this situation affected me so deeply. This is not a demand, a complaint, or an attempt to tell you how to make your game. It is simply an honest attempt to explain why I believe this situation is no longer only about Valko. It is about trust.
People often assume Love and Deepspace succeeded because of attractive male characters. I don't believe that. If that were enough, I could have chosen hundreds of other games. I stayed because your game offered consistency, worldbuilding, patience, and long-term storytelling. Every chapter, Memory, event, and hidden reference felt like another carefully placed piece of a much larger puzzle. Nothing felt random. It felt planned. That planning inspired trust. I believed every unanswered question would eventually have an answer and every character had a purpose. I wasn't simply collecting cards—I was investing my trust in your vision, and that trust became one of the reasons I kept supporting the game.
Love and Deepspace always felt like more than a gacha game. I understand that revenue is one of the most important goals of any business. But revenue is the result of something. For me, Love and Deepspace earned that support by making me feel it offered more than entertainment or another opportunity to spend money. It gave me a world I wanted to believe in, and that belief made supporting your work feel worthwhile rather than transactional.
Valko is important to me not because he is another Love Interest but because he represents your original vision. For years, the game suggested a carefully planned world through its storytelling, symbolism, stellacrum colors, battle arenas, and countless details. Valko felt like the missing piece that completed that vision. When his release was cancelled only days before launch, I didn't simply lose excitement for one character. I lost confidence that the vision I had trusted for such a long time would remain intact, and that uncertainty was far more painful than the loss of a single banner.
Ironically, trust is one of Love and Deepspace's central themes. The game teaches players to build relationships, believe in promises, and rely on others. When trust becomes part of the experience, losing it affects players differently than in most games. I don't know why the decision regarding Valko was made, and I won't pretend I do. This isn't about assigning blame. It's about consequences. When players no longer know whether years of planning can change overnight, uncertainty naturally replaces confidence, and rebuilding that confidence becomes much harder than preserving it.
If Valko ever returns, I sincerely hope he returns exactly as your team originally created him. Please don't redesign him into a compromise. Please don't remove the qualities that made him unique. The character many of us fell in love with was your creation, not ours. We trusted your writers, artists, designers, and voice actors because we believed in the story they wanted to tell. Please trust them too.
If I had completely lost faith in your studio, I wouldn't be writing this. I would have quietly left. The reason I am still here is because I believe the people who built the world I fell in love with are still there. Please don't abandon your original vision. Please don't let fear become stronger than creativity. Love and Deepspace taught me that trust is built slowly but can be damaged in moments. I sincerely hope one day I'll be able to experience Valko exactly as your team originally imagined him, because I don't want a rewritten story. I fell in love with yours.
With respect,
SerenaSolstice
#BringBackValko #ValkoIsLoved #BringValkoBack
🍎 You wouldn’t need to tell Caleb your period is late; he’d be the one reminding you that you’re a few days behind.
He knows your cycle by heart, not just because he’s always excited when you let him finish inside you during your least fertile days, or because he’s the one who does your laundry and notices the cervix and scent changes, but because he absorbs every little detail about you.
“Should we… I mean, shouldn’t you take a pregnancy test?” he asks, his voice hesitant.
“I already took one.”
“Oh…,” he swallows, “so… what did it say?”
“What are you wishing for?” you ask in return.
Caleb doesn’t know. Does he want his little family with you? Of course! He always wants more of you.
A mini you? That sounds like the dream.
Then again, you already are a little family, the two of you.
What if it’s a boy? A mini him? Would he be able to love a little boy that resembles him? What if you love that little boy more than him? But what if he has your eyes?
Caleb lets out a long sigh before gently cupping your face.
“Doesn’t matter,” he says with a soft smile. “You’re all I’ve ever wished for and I’ll always be here.”
Sorting through emails at work and one from Valko pops up. The subject line is “We Need to Talk”.
The body reads,
“You didn’t leave a note in my lunch after I packed it this morning. Sad day. Will discuss proper disciplinary action later.
Yours, but slightly upset,
Valko.
🔞🐺 No matter the day or whatever mood Valko is in, his favorite place to end the evening with is between your thighs. He loves covering your body in sloppy, wet kisses and drags his tongue wherever you’ll let him because he loves the smell and taste of you more than anything.