[xiexielians]

this scene plays on a loop in my head

[qintten]

valko nuzzles ━ ✧ ₊˚ 🐺

f!mc and m!mc versions f2u gifs/stickers with or without cred! #bringbackvalko (╥ᆺ╥;) 🐺🍫

[tikvin]

Wolfie

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Thinking about valko hurt comfort smau but too sad to make it </3 wolfie I'll keep waiting for u

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Valko & his love for chocolate • headcanon

Valko loves chocolate but very picky when it comes to dessert. He wouldn't inhale everything with chocolate in it unless he is certain he likes the texture and the taste. He doesn't like sweet bread because for him bread strictly for savory condiment (so no donut... Sorry...) but he still can tolerate some sweet pastries for their flaky textures. He prefers the chocolate to dominate the taste like brownies, mousse, truffle. Cakes? Also picky. The chocolate richness & the moistness is important for him.

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My goofball is a goof kisser #bringvalkoback

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The kind of conversation you'll often find yourself in after you join snowcrow in a throuple:

"Sylus."

"Doctor Zayne. What got you so worked up?"

"Do you realize your odd sleep schedule influence theirs?"

"You are mistaken. They are equally—if not worse than me."

"That only means the two of you shouldn't share a room. None will end up sleeping."

"Why don't you join us? Y'know. To make sure we are sleeping soundly."

Zayne would pretend that doesnt make him blush. Sylus would not deny that sharp gaze of the doctor turns him on. Every time.

You just woke up after tinkering away in Sylus dope armory all night. "He is right. Join us, Zaynie."

"... I will see if I can go home early tonight."

"I almost get jealous to see you cave in so quickly to our kitten's whims—until I remember both of you are mine just as I am both of yours."

You snickered. "Cheeky."

"He is." []

I WANNA BE SQUISHED BETWEEN THEM SO BAAAAD

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Greedy • vampire!sylus x reader • inspired by his recent myth, reader is possessive of him

You were a fighter. A strong one. That much Sylus knew—the only person that can keep up with him, matched his energy—he just hate it when the cause of your pain is him. As little as sore neck and blooming bruises from his bite marks.

"You were out hunting again."

He greeted by your stern tone soon as he stepped into the room. Instinctively, he wiped his mouth.

"You said my blood taste good—did you lie?" he soon heard insecurity leaked from your harsh voice. "Or did you find another..."

"No. You are my one and only."

He kneeled in front of you. Cold fingers caressed your healed neck. "I just don't want to hurt you."

You clutched the hand on your neck. "What if I were the one whose hungry for you?"

"Then you are free to feed from me," he said with no hesitation.

"So why can't I do the same for you?"

"I felt you tremble in my arms—and you held back your tears. I could feel everything. It's a torture for me to see you in pain! I would rather starve."

"Sylus..." You pulled him closer. "The connection... The intimacy we shared... Worth than any pain. I want you to do it again."

"Dont have to be that way!" He snapped. "We can hold each other in bed. Bath together. Make love—"

Tears welled up, your beautiful eyes glistening. His own eyes widened.

"Please don't cry, I didn't mean to yell..." He wiped your tears.

You leaned your cheek to his touch. "I wanna be the only one you fed from. I swear I can handle the pain."

His red eyes glinted in the shadow. He held back from pouncing on you. Your hands cupping his face instead, slowly guiding him to your neck.

He lowly growled—your scent is intoxicating. He was dizzy. Trembling by his own restraint. Slowly but sure he tilted your face by the jaw. Sniffing your neck. Grazing the delicate skin by his fangs.

"You'll make me greedy..."

"I want you to," you whispered, closing your eyes.

Sylus finally sunk his fangs into your neck, sucking the warm crimson out of you. The sweetness made him groan. He tried his best to control himself, puncture your flesh as little as possible, soothe them with his tongue. He felt your hand clutching his nape, your body arching against his. Before you goes limp he gathered you to his arms and carrying you to bed.

He slowly leaned back, scanning your face. How beautiful you laid beneath him. How you blinked slowly and smiled softly at him. Reassuring. What an angel you are.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Sylus. I'm okay."

He leaned down once more. As tempting as it was to suck your blood once again... He didnt. He slowly dragged his tongue across your bite mark, lick clean the dry blood stain on your neck. Then planting a gentle, lingering kiss there. "Thank you, my love," he whispered against your skin. []

[zayneswifeyyyy]

Zaddy with a beard and gray hair🩶

(You're all so freaky🫠)

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HELLO??? I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM PLEEEEASE

[engraved-mind]

Comfort fic: burnout • Rafayel x reader • fluff, he is the one who needs comfort, mild suggestive at the last line (putting the label here just in case)

He entered the bedroom, quieter than usual. Without words joining you in bed, lay down and rest his head on your lap. You put your book aside and brushing his purple hair. "You are awfully quiet tonight. What happened?"

"I've planned to finish this one painting, but..." He sighed. "Every stroke feels wrong."

"Could it be because you pick the wrong brush?"

"No, it's the right brush. It's just my hand won't cooperate with my brain tonight." He closed his eyes with furrowed brows, looking upset still.

You brushed his bangs away. Fingers massaged his tense brows. Turned out even the most confident, skilled painter you ever knew has moment like this. You stared down at his beautiful face, watching the tension in his expression slowly but sure melting.

"It's frustrating, isn't?"

He nodded. "Especially when I expect the painting to finish early because the vision so clear in my head already, until art block strikes down on me."

"I can imagine... Though I'm not a painter."

He ranted some more. You felt that relief because he is returned to his chatty self again. And you listened, you always do, while your fingers applying gentle pressures on his temples.

"Cutie..." He opened his eyes. His usually fiery pinkish blue eyes now looking so soft, vulnerable.

"Yes, Rafayel?"

"You see, you always said you are not a painter—but you empathized. Every time." He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips to land a kiss on your knuckles. "How?"

You chuckled. "What do you mean how?"

"How you did it, every time? Why are you such an angel, cutie?" He nuzzled against your hand. "That's what makes you so precious..."

You flustered and speechless. When he looked up at you, you feigned annoyance through your stuttering speech. "And how—how could you sweet talk me at time like this?"

"Can't help it." He smiled with a hint of mischief. The air felt lighter, no more that gloomy. You pinched his nose—making him whine and abruptly move away from your lap.

"Cutie!"

You giggled. "Can't help it either."

"Oh, you—that's how you wanna play?" He caged you under the bed with his body, aaand... the rest is history. []

[engraved-mind]

Rafayel :( now I'm the one who strikes by writer block :( what should I dooo I wish u were here :(

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Guessin game • Caleb x reader • fluff, a little makeout sesh before the end, he is begging! Let him kiss you more!! 🥺

You absentmindedly playing with his necklace. Paid no attention to the TV in front of you. Drew imaginary apple on the exposed skin of his chest—the v-line shirt, is it a deliberate choice? You wondered while waiting to be scolded because you ignored the movie you dragged him after you both get off work.

"Apple."

You blinked. Looked up at him. "Huh?"

"It's an apple, isn't?"

"You paid attention? I thought you were watching the movie."

"I kinda did." His arm around you tightened, pressing you against his side. "But your touch quite distracting."

"Distracting, is it? I'll stop, then."

"In a good way—" he abruptly added. "I can guess more. Try me."

Your finger drew some shapes on his chest again.

"Cat."

"Yup. How about this?"

"Tree?"

"It's a broccoli."

He scoffed, amused. "Okay... Next."

"Paper bird." He caressed your shoulder up and down while you draw more on his chest. "A shoe. Flower—is it a rose? Hmm. A bike. Uh... Frowning face emoji?"

"Damn you are good at this."

He smiled proudly. "Right? Now what the winner gets?"

"You can kiss me. Once per object you got right."

"Very generous. Thanks, Pips." He cupped your cheek, peppering kisses on your face. He didnt count. Your protest drowned by his smooches. He tilted your face, captured your lips.

You melted like ice cream during summer. He leaned in, laying you flat on the couch. Caged you under him, deepening the kiss. Tongues caressed each other. You hugged his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible to you.

"Guess what—" you breathed into his mouth.

"Huh?" Thats the only thing he could muster in a daze state. He broke the kiss out of curiosity, now hovering above you.

"Guess my lipbalm's flavor."

"We still play a guessing game?" He scoffed in amuse once again. "I didnt pay attention—can I try again?"

You stopped him when he is about to kiss you again. "Nope," you cheekily said.

He licked his bottom lip. "... Strawberry?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Really? I swear it tastes like one."

"Your tastebud played with you. It's cherry." You smirked. "What a shame... You cant kiss me again."

"Oh, Pips... Come on! We just started!"

You cackled. "Get off me."

"You enjoyed it too, dont you? Pipsqueak..." He rested his forehead on yours. "Do I have to beg?"

You bit down your smirk. "You can try."

"Let me kiss you again, please~" he nuzzled to your jawline with whiny tone no one ever heard but you. You giggled till your whole body shaking.

Maybe you should drag this a little longer. []

[engraved-mind]

I know my recent drabble is contradict with Zayne's new banner but I'm emotional & stressed out lately irl so writing angst is the way I cope T__T I'll make it up with fluff for him next time aaaah

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My cold hands & the fear of losing you • Zayne x reader • Written in 1st person POV. CW: a topic about death (but no one dies in this timeline), angst, spoiler of GoA is implied

Zayne fell asleep faster than me and I have no heart to wake him up. He did long hours of surgery. So I let him sleep.

I tuck him in. My knuckles brushed against his chin as I pulled the blanket up. His peaceful expression entranced me. I slowly laid down next to him. Body turned to the side, fully facing him. My hand itched to caress his handsome face, but I'm scared I will wake him up. My hand was freezing despite having our heater on. It was hard to understand why. Probably because I just returned from the bathroom...

This sudden melancholy couldnt be understood either—the more I stare at his face. God... I love this man so much. He was my entire life. I couldnt afford to lose him.

Like had a mind on its own, my cold hand slowly reaching to him. We were both mortals. Death would separate us someday. It was the cruel reality I have to accept.

Tears slowly building up in my eyes. I didnt want to accept that... Please dont separate us. My fingertips met his jaw, and a soft sob escaped my throat.

Zayne... I never wanted to leave you. Yet, I didnt know when I'll die. So if I go first...

"Darling? Why are you crying?"

I sobbed harder after I realized I woke him up with my crying sound.

"Are you hurt? Or did you have a nightmare?"

"I'm sorry, Zaynie..."

He pulled me into his arms. I cried. And keep crying until I'm tired. His warmth melted the coldness around my hands as well as my whole body. I clung to him like he is my lifeline.

He brushed my damp cheeks, asking once again, "was it a nightmare?"

"No..."

"Or is it stomachache? You ate spicy food again while I was away, do you?"

"No."

"I'm worried, my love, please tell me." He leaned down. Our forehead met.

I gazed at his hazel green eyes. My lips trembled again. "I suddenly really scared to lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I know. But what if—" I bit my bottom lip. Mustering the words to come out from my mouth. "If I die first?"

His eyes widened in the slightest, I could see it. For several seconds, we only stare at each other. But then with sudden urgency, he cupped my face. "I'm not letting you die first."

"We don't know for sure who goes first, right?"

"You are right. No one knows. But, my love..." His lips brushed against mine. "With everything I have, I'll make sure we grow old together. And when its time..." He sighed. "You go, I'll follow."

I closed my eyes. "You go, I'll follow."

He stilled. His voice turned a little hoarse. "I'm a little selfish... I want you to live longer than me."

My eyes wide opened, I gripped one of his hands that cupping my cheek still. "Then I'll be the bigger selfish and bring you back to life, if that's the case!"

"Darling..."

I kissed him. "I wanna be with you forever. Please."

He melted by my kiss, pulling me closer. The random sadness forgotten for a while, but at the back of my mind, it's lingering...[]

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Your greatest distraction • Sylus x reader • suggestive, reader is remote worker (any project you want to imagine, but what I have in mind when I write this is an author working on a novel draft), sylus is a simp of your feisty side

Sylus had all the time in the world to be lazy with you after a long week. He arched his back and rolled over on his stomach, burying his face on the pillow. Your typing sound on the keyboard an ASMR in his ears. What a perfect vibe to start his Saturday.

His eyes halfheartedly opened. Something's odd. First, why on earth his face buried on the pillow instead of your neck? Second, why were you awake after a passionate night spent with him? You supposed to be resting.

He lifted his head. Met your eyes.

You glared at him like he is your archnemesis while hunched in front of your laptop.

The fog in his head evaporated. Damn you and your sexy glare. Yes. Sylus knew something's wrong with him when he is worry but turn on at the same time with the way you scowl at him.

He gulped and his voice came out much hoarse than he intended. "Sweetie. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, huh? You're glaring like I snatched your last package of instant noodle."

"..."

"Or like I'm the cause of your procrastination over your looming deadline."

Your scowl deepened. Goodness gracious he wanted to kiss you so bad.

"I can tell from your expression it's the latter... Hmm..." He hummed, thinking whether to tease you more or the understanding boyfriend mode: on.

He sat up and put on his reading glasses. Don't get him wrong, he chose the second option which is to be understanding—want to offer you a help with your project—but, you?

"Sylus!" You gritted your teeth—wait, is that blush on your cheek?

"You are doing it on purpose, don't you?"

"What?"

"You want to distract me again. You and that glasses." You narrowed your eyes. "And last night—I'm supposed to finish the project but you came home earlier than what I expected!"

"If last night you told me you have an upcoming deadline I would've leave you alone, sweetie."

"So it's my fault?!"

"Alright, alright, calm down. It's my fault." He put his hands up. "... For being irresistable."

You groaned and slumped forward—your forehead on the work desk. "You are fucking annoying."

He approached and rubbed your hunched back. "Fine, I'm sorry for coming home earlier than what planned. It's supposed to be a surprise." His long fingers trailed your spine. "What can I say? We missed each other so bad. I couldn't resist you either."

"... I guess it's mutual. I... I'm sorry. Shouldn't blame it on you."

"Now, now, don't look so defeated." He brushed your hair. You looked up, no longer hiding your face.

He leaned down and kissed you. You became a blushing mess—now who wouldn't when he is shirtless, reading glasses on, bed head, and towering over you while kissing you?

"You finish the project then I'll make it up to you. Deal?"

"Hmph... Deal." []

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Jealousy • Xavier x reader • established relationship, cw: possessive xavi, manipulative tendency from reader, suggestive. Inspired by Midnight Whispers

"Me or Lumiere?"

Oh. That question again... It's been a while. It was triggered by you blurting out the alias in the casual conversation with him. You bit your bottom lip, can't hold back your excitement. Kinda twisted, really, you find him hot when he gets jealous of himself.

Was it wrong if you wanna pinned down by him just a liiiittle longer?

"Lumiere."

Xavier stunned. Clearly didn't expect that answer. "... What?"

Cause you never gave that answer before. You never chose. You gave vague answer or change the topic to his jealousy, teasing him, not like this.

"I think he is the cooler version of you."

"Really now?"

Your feigned innocence faltering—he pressed you down even more, laying you flat against the table, almost on top of you. The view from your POV was majestic. Xavier's face looks ethereal and... Lethal at the same time. The look he gave makes you squirm underneath him.

"So, if you can choose, you prefer to date Lumiere over me?"

This was dangerous.

Dangerously tempting to see how far his jealousy, was what you mean.

"... Yes."

"Did you forget who you belong to, starlight?" He grabbed your chin, leaning down until his nose grazing yours.

Oh my God he is so hot he is so hot he is so hot—

"You, Xavier."

"Exactly. So why you still think about Lumiere? The man you are with is Xavier, not him."

You really couldn't keep up with your act anymore. You chuckled nervously and landed your hands on his chest, patting it lightly. "I was just messing with you! Okay? Oh my God, still as jelly as before~ it's cute."

He huffed, chuckling as well, but his eyes still hold that caution. He brought your hand to his lips, land a light kiss on your knuckles. "I know you did all that on purpose, so I played along. You seem to enjoying this too much, my star, should I continue?"

"Continue?"

"Yes." He straightened his posture, pulling you along—lifting you off the surface with ease. "This conversation about Lumiere or me. I intend to... Change your mind."

He whispered to your ear while carrying you to the bedroom bridal style.

"I'll make you moan my name again and again until all you can think about is me and not him."

"If I accidentally moan his name?" You held back a smirk.

"There is no way."

He was determined. []

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"Rafayel is the only person I would trust my most insecure, ridiculous, and negative thoughts." • Rafayel x reader

You were making out with Rafayel when he feeling that you are losing focus. The way you were kissing him is unlike the usual. Lacks of passion. It was almost like you don't wanna be here.

"Cutie," he huffed against your lips before leaning back. "Tell me what's wrong or I'll assume you don't want me anymore."

"What? No no no—I want you!"

You were about to pull him back by his collar when he put his hand on top of yours, stopping you. "I know you like the back of my hand. You zoned out."

You looked away. "Fine, yes, I zoned out. I... Eum..."

"You know you can tell me anything."

"It's ridiculous, okay?"

His gaze softened. His hand trailed up from your hand to your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. "Yes. Anything. Even a thought as ridiculous as fishie eats sand."

"Aren't there are some fishes who eat sand?"

"Well I eat five stars meal every day."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"Alright. Spit it out."

"Would you... still love me if I'm a loser?"

"What do you mean you're a loser?" He is offended on your behalf.

"My social skill sucks. I think I only have one friend—no, two. Tara and you." You abruptly corrected, "and, no, I don't see you as friend only. You are my boyfriend that is my friend as well."

He scoffed. "You asked the wrong person, cutie."

"Huh?"

"My friends are just you and Thomas."

"Really?" You flabbergasted. "Maybe that's just from your POV. Don't you see your DM request? Every artist wanna connect with you! And your social skill isn't suck. I've seen how you mingle in social events."

"Fake it till I make it, I guess?"

"Ugh, you—" you pulled away from him. "You don't take this seriously."

"Who said I don't?" He pulled you back into him. "Alright, I'll answer your question. I would still love you if you are a loser. We can be both losers who only have each other for all I care about."

You stared at him, looking like you don't believe him for a moment. He stared back at you, no teasing or playful smile. 100 percent serious.

You bit your lower lip, holding back a bashful smile. "... That's really sweet."

He cupped your face as you were about to look away. Locking eye contact, he said, "I'd prefer you stop calling yourself a loser, though. There is nothing wrong with having a really few friends—I'm honored to be one of them."

"Okay," you murmured shyly. "I will stop calling myself that way. Thank you. Really."

He leaned into you once more, to which you met in the middle, resuming the kiss once abandoned. []

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Comfort fic: tense muscle • Sylus x reader • no plot, literally just pampering the tired onychinus leader :(

Tangled to each other, your hand found Sylus's nape in the dark. It was tense. So you loosened the muscle by instinct. His silver hair tickled your face as he stirred from a light sleep.

"Kitten..." He groaned lowly in satisfaction. "Damn, that feels good..."

Without words, your massage became much more confident, kneading the back of his neck.

He hugged you tighter. One of his hands snuck in, rubbing your back and waist, feeling you. "Keep going. You are perfect. So perfect, sweetie," he slurred.

"Hmm." You smiled drowsily. "Go back to sleep."

"No... I wanna feel your touch for a little longer." His nose grazed your neck. Nuzzling. Combined with his back rubs, they are ticklish you can't help but squirming. He held you in place, pinning you under his weight without crushing you.

"Are you sure you can stay awake?"

"Yeah."

Less than 5 mins later, he snored into your neck and basically trapping you until morning—or afternoon, depends on when the night owl finally wake up from his deep slumber. []