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[spacekittiesmeow]

Pl☆ydate .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS ★ who are you playing with tonight?

sylus ⋮ he found your custom-made dildo .ᐟ caleb ⋮ he's called you in his office with your bunny-ear vibrator .ᐟ zayne ⋮ he's letting you try out your new seat on his thigh .ᐟ xavier ⋮ competing with your dildo .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ you debut a discreet panty vibrator at his party .ᐟ

CW ★ MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), voyeurism, dumbification, thigh riding, semi public stunts, tits play, squirting, overstimulation, gaping, dirty talk

SYLUS QIN ☆

Sylus never checks the purchases that you swipe with his black card. You’ve bought the most questionable things before to test that out. Which is why, you’re oblivious as to how he finds out about your recent indulgence.

“I must admit I’m a little hurt,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair, watching you like you're the rarest gem at auction. And oh, what a sight you are, indeed—your pussy swallowing the toy in eager squelches, thighs trembling because of how long you’ve been riding it.

“a custom-made dildo. How did you measure my cock, sweetie?” he quirks a brow, amused. “With your mouth? Or with your fist?”

You just whine in response, taking the slick smothered length deeper into your sinful walls. He hasn’t stopped you from finishing. If anything, he’s been your most keen patron—encouraging you to squeeze that dildo again and again, having you finish till you were dumbified by the synthetic thing.

“god—sylus, please.” You mumble, hips coming to halt, yet the finger rubbing your clit never ceasing. “I-im sorry…” you whimper, feeling another dull wave of your climax approaching.

“an apology is redundant.” He tells you, finally, finally rising from his seat. “how about you keep fucking yourself on your… plaything for me?”

His weight settles beside you and his warm palms come to squeeze your plush hips, guiding the pace youre already losing control of.

“there you go… slow circles… good girl,” he mutters, watching your cunt swallow the dildo whole. “feel how it pushes up deep inside you when you do that? Stay right there and grind,”

“yes oh-ohh!” You choke on a moan as it rubs your swollen spot—your pace slowing, thighs burning from overwork. But you’re so close. It’s right there—nagging at the back of your head. but the strain in your thighs is hindering…

“c-can’t do it ‘lone,” you look up at him with your glassy eyes.

Sylus cups your face. You lean forward, submitting to his touch—chin resting on his shoulder. You hear him huff a laugh. His fingers trace the curve of your spine, making you shiver under him and hoisting your ass up higher.

He pries the toy away from your fingers, pulling it out of the grip of your trembling walls. You whine in his neck. “sy plea—oh!”

He thrusts the toy back in you, letting it glide over the overstimulated walls of your cunt. his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you on your all fours for him while he fucks you with the toy.

Your hand goes down to rub your clit in slow circles. You don’t last a second longer. You’re milking the thick silicone for all it’s got, finally going limp in his arms.

“was it as good as the original, kitten?”

CALEB XIA ☆

“I want to watch you cum,” caleb was dead serious when he said that and you shouldn’t have taken it with a grain of salt. He was serious when he called you to his office with the toy, serious when made you comfy on his chair and serious when he plugged you full of the silicone device.

“caleb this is embarrassing!” your thighs press together, as your rabbit vibrator buzzes against two of your sweet spots. You’re on your knees on caleb’s enormous chair, while he stands behind you, watching the way your pussy pulses around the toy.

“it’s only us here, pips,” he tells you simply.

Heat floods your face as the reality of it sinks in. Knees aching, cunt leaking, humiliation curling tight in your stomach.

Your hold on the backrest falters when caleb reaches to keep the toy in place, feeding it back to your hungry cunt. Your walls keep drawing together tighter, pushing the vibrator out of your weeping hole.

you jolt when he pushes it up a notch—every thought in your head being zapped by the muffled hums of the toy against your sensitive sex.

“fuck honey,” he groans. “look at how this pretty pussy throbs,”

“d-don’t look so intently!” you manage, voice breaking into a whimper despite everything you do to keep quiet.

“you look even prettier split open on my cock,” he hums, knuckles brushing your folds apart. “buuut you’ve taken a liking to somethin else,”

“i-I’m sorry—” you add quickly. You don’t even have it in you to form the next words. All you can think about is the heavy, delicious pressure building in your lower abdomen.

Seeing you so close to cresting has caleb nearly cumming in his pants. How can he not when he can literally see your pussy lips twitching desperately? Or the way your clit throbs only to shy away from the relentless buzz.

“don’t be. This—” he angles the toy deeper to sink further where your g-spot is. “this is everything,”

You squeal, your entire body tremoring at the force of which your climax approaches.

Caleb’s eyes are locked on you as your hole gushes all over his chair and down to the floor, even pushing out the toy with a lewd pop.

“think you can do this ‘round my cock next?”

ZAYNE LI ☆

Your clit catches against the ridge between the synthetic purple petals. More of your honey dribbles down onto the seat. the room is heavy with the scent of your sex and wet squelches as you rub your hungry cunt against the grinder your boyfriend has strapped on his thigh.

Your puffy pussy lips spread open around the little bump has your clit exposed each time the lube-slick petals kiss it.

“z-zaynee,” you gasp, pussy pressing down onto the mound that merely teases your pulsing hole. “need something in,”

Your hips wiggle, as if the grinder could magically grow a dick to feed your cunt. Dejected, you just whine, hoping Zayne would sink his heavy cock into you.

“why don’t you cum on this first?” his palm flattens on your lower back, making you arch on his thigh. Your sensitive cunt is practically moulded to the shape of the mound this way. “didn’t you want to test whether or not this was a good purchase?”

You whimper in response.

“since you clearly want something else, let me help.” With that, his lips latch around your nipple, suckling it in deep and slow.

“hah! Ye-yeah. Okay,” your voice is broken sob. His hand on your lower back goes south, two of his fingers circling your sticky entrance. You clutch both his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut as you rock faster now—pace all over the place.

“you’re soaking this, darling,” he mutters around your nipple, words making his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin. “I almost wish it was my cock instead,”

The tip of his finger dips—not fully—just enough to make your honey-soaked walls pathetically try to pull it in. your ass pushes back in an attempt to have him give you the rest of it—only to have him pull back and go back to circling your entrance, leaving you with the mere tantalising thought of what-if.

You’re riding his thigh like your life depends on it, fast, rough grinds. Wet shlicks echo around the room. Zayne’s hand pries your dewy lips to have your clit trapped on the mound. Both his hands come to your hips now, grinding your body onto his thigh—slow and precise, while his mouth keeps pulling and puuulling your nipple deeper into his mouth.

“o-ohh oh yes!” you go ragdoll above him, clinging to him as you inch closer to your climax. And it doesn’t take a lot. you finish with a loud sob, clenching around nothing.

“cock next right?” you dont bother waiting to come down from that high.

XAVIER SHEN ☆

“xavier—” you whine as he pulls the toy out of you, the translucent string of your arousal still clinging to it. He spreads your cum-sticky folds with his fingers, exposing your quivering hole. He’s got you spread beneath you, thighs parted and leaving your puffy pussy for his observation.

“strange,” he murmurs to himself as the fat head of his cock breaches your sex. “your pussy wants this more.” He claims, his lips puckering in a small pout.

The entire session of him using your toys on you had somehow evolved into a competition between the dildo and him.

“no-no—hic!” his cock fills you slowly, stretching your walls impossibly farther than the toy ever could. a pathetic whimper slips past your lips when he starts moving.

The bed frame creaks behind you, as he keeps ploughing your gummy walls.

“no?” he huffs. “then why does your cunt keep pulsing for it even when it’s gone?” he spreads your thighs wider, bringing the toy back to your cunt, gliding it between your folds.

he slaps it twice against your clit, only to replace his cock back with it.

He keeps alternating fucking you with your dildo and then with his cock—until your head is spinning and your pussy is being bullied into moulding to different sizes—to the point where there’s no telling what you’re being filled with.

Each thrust feels distinct. Yet each drive into your hole hits the spot that makes you see stars with lethal precision. You’re finishing around nothing and everything all at once. He doesn’t grant you the mercy of anything unmoving—to have something to pulse around as you hit your high with a choked cry.

“i-I don’t!” you say finally, teeth digging into your lower lip to stop your moans from spilling. He gives you a punishing thrust and then he pulls out.

Your hole gapes, your walls pushing out more of your sweet juices. He’s in awe at the sight—it makes his own cock leak out warm pre from his swollen tip. Xavier’s finger pushes into you, circling to map out the pussy he’s so unreservedly stretched.

“see? It stays open when it’s me,” you follow his gaze. And then huff out a tired laugh.

“xavier…” you gently pull the toy out of his hand. “it’s because you’re way bigger,”

“…oh,”

He’s plunging back into you.

RAFAYEL QI ☆

Seeing a sea of crowd at his party should have you questioning your choices. But you don’t. not when you have your eyes on rafayel across the room, and your clit pressed snug against the panty vibrator—attempting to keep your face as straight as you can while throes of pleasure bloom through your body.

You’re failing badly to contain yourself. Your thighs press tighter together, urging you to lean against the closest surface. You see rafayel beckoning you to go to him.

“you’re very bad at hiding this, cutie,” he tilts his head with a bright smile. You just huff at him. he isn’t turning the vibrator off at all. It has been buzzing between your syrupy folds with the same incessant frequency.

He steps closer, trapping you between a wall and him—hiding your pleasure glazed face from the bustle behind him.

“if only I could have two of my fingers inside you right now,” he leans in—searing breath against your ear. “you’d clamp on them so tight—can’t wait to feel you,”

The zaps turn up a notch.

“rafa—please!” You squeak, knees nearly buckling. He chuckles lowly, holding you up.

“you can’t do better than this? Guess I have no choice but to whisk you away…”

you’re backed against a wall in a sequestered corner. Your swollen tits are out in the cool of the ac. his mouth draws your nipple into his mouth while you press a hand over your own to suppress your needy sounds.

He lodges his knee between your thighs, keeping them apart—nudging the vibrator to rest right against your poor, sensitive clit.

“don’t you worry, baby.” he tugs your nipple with his teeth, making your voice break into a whimper. “I’ll fill you up sooo well once we’re home,”

“you want it, don’t you?” his tongue darts out to flick the other nipple while your cunt keeps soaking your panties. “something to stretch your needy pussy out? you’d be split on my cock in no time,”

“ngh—being so mean,” you whine, body tremoring because of how close you are to being obliterated by your orgasm. he just huffs out a laugh.

his words ringing in your ears push you closer and closer to your high. your mouth waters at the images he keeps feeding your mushy brain. the voices outside dissolve. one grind of his knee against your pussy makes your voice break into a sob as you shatter, walls clamping around nothing in tight pulses.

“ready to ditch this party, cutie?”

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[honeykatsu]

synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader

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summer felt wrong without you.

he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly 

it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.  

and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that

but what he missed most wasn't even class

it was living next to you in the dorms

seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you! 

and he hated this part of himself

you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe

and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.

he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck

he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night

the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about

he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--

soft broken breaths muffled through the wall

he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier

"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall

he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through

god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good 

how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you 

he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side 

fuck. 

he shouldn't be thinking about you like this

you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now

a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot

"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly 

another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore 

his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen 

“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”  

tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess

“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day 

and that was the night it started

the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you

--

now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer

the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room

you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable

so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better

you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining

what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction

because choso was nothing like what you expected

sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive

you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.

you started paying attention to the little things

the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most

and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments

something you didn't expect to bother you

it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed

"he's so cute"

"is he single???"

"say my name on streammm"

all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did

even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night

it still felt like something to you

so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore

you were set on it.

on him.

--

"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year

"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered

"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"

suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko

"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!

now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.

he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock

"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door

fuck.

so sorry for the long hiatus i was in such a writing slump and got so caught up with life, this is my first time doing anything 18+ so pleaseee be easy on me LOL but leave tips if you have any MWAH <3

[cloverbbun]

── ⟢ making out with them

♯┆ have you ever wondered what it's like to make out with the love and deepspace men?

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! suggestive, mentions of sex

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ notes: my requests are open >:3 | taglist

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── ⟢ Rafayel

✧ His kisses start out as soft pecks most of the time

✧ Not quite playful but feather light dotted along your jawline as if he's mapping you out

✧ When he finally kisses the corners of your mouth he likes to hover just a breath away from your lips, making you lean in first.

✧ Rafayel gets lost in your shared kisses fast, letting himself indulge in the sensation of your tongues striking each other.

✧ He does smirk against your lips when you get breathless and he might tease you for it.

✧ "Am I stealing your breath, cutie?" He pecks your lips after but kisses you the way he did just before his mocking.

✧ If you make small sounds or clench your hands into his shirt or hair, he gets absolutely addicted to it, trying to get more out of you.

✧ His hands don't seem to know where they want to linger and stay everywhere for a short while - cupping your cheek, holding your neck, pulling you closer by the small of your back.

✧ If things don't escalate he likes to ease out of it the way he started - heated kisses turn softer until they're mere pecks along your cheek.

── ⟢ Sylus

✧ Sylus kisses start out soft to ease you in slow and gentle but the moment you kiss back he deepens them.

✧ He might deepen the kiss but it's not rushed, every move is slow and measured, meant to build up anticipation for more.

✧ When you lean into him more and kiss him back with more desperation, he's satisfied with himself, loving it when you take what you want.

✧ When it's his turn to give you exactly what you want it's all consuming. It's like he's losing himself in you while trying to resist the undeniable pull of you.

✧ Sylus prefers you to sit on top of him, straddling his lap or hips as he keeps you close, strong hands keeping you grounded to his body.

✧ They don't wander far, mostly keeping to your hips or your lower back, occasionally one hand wanders up your spine to cradle the back of your head like you're his most precious possession (you are).

✧ When he pulls back momentarily to allow you to catch your breath, his eyes are half lidded but his gaze is locked with yours, trying to read your thoughts before he leans back in to give you exactly what you were thinking about.

✧ Sylus also loves to nip at your lip from time to time, teasing you almost in a playful manner that leaves you clutching his shirt but he slips his tongue over your lip before letting it slide against your tongue again, daring you to take the control from him which you rarely ever do.

✧ He doesn't really use words to tease you (so he won't need to break the kiss more than necessary) but he will taunt you afterwards when your cheeks are hot and you're almost out of breath.

✧ He usually stops making out with you before he gets too excited if you catch my drift, but if you want to take things further, all you need to do is to slip your tongue in his mouth and he's on you within a second.

── ⟢ Xavier

✧ Xavier's doesn't hold back at all, unable to help himself the second he has you close.

✧ He leans in without hesitation and it feels like kissing him has become second nature, as if you became the oxygen his lungs crave.

✧ He doesn't start slow or eases in, he's all in from the moment your lips touch.

✧ His hands wander all over your body, unable to find a resting spot - cupping your cheeks, sliding a hand into your hair to tug gently, wrapping an arm around you to pull you impossibly close - no matter what he does, he can't get enough of you.

✧ This doesn't mean that his kisses are hurried or messy however - They're passionate with a hint of softness beneath.

✧ He peppers kisses onto your lips between the deep kisses as if he can't get enough of you even though his lungs demand a breath of air.

✧ If you laugh from how sweet he is with you, he smiles against your lips. Hearing how happy you are is all he wants in life, even better if he's the reason you're giggling.

✧ When you tug on his hair, no matter how gently, he will groan softly against your lips, an admission of how you undo him just with a simple touch.

✧ If you're cuddling in bed and it turns into a make out session, he has a hard time to not lose himself in the intensity of it. Everything is so warm and soft around him, he easily loses track of time, drowning himself in your love.

✧ His tongue tangles with yours almost messily but filled with some sort of desperation only more kisses can fix.

✧ When he does pull away, he pulls you closer by the hips, wanting to tuck you against his body and never let go, but if you want to take things further just snake your hands beneath his shirt.

── ⟢ Zayne

✧ Zayne's kisses start composed to test the waters, see how you react when he kisses you out of the blue while you two were just cooking in the kitchen.

✧ He placed you on top of the kitchen counter and stands firmly between your legs, his hands respectfully resting at your side and the other cupping your cheek.

✧ The moment your arms wrap around his neck, he's done for. You have him in the palm of your hand and you don't even know it yet.

✧ His kisses are slow and sensual, grounding you while tearing the floor from beneath your feet all at the same time. He makes you forget how to breathe.

✧ He hums softly into the kiss when you melt against him, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth.

✧ When he's losing himself in the kissing, it's not all consuming or messy. It feels like devotion, rather than desire when his tongue caresses yours.

✧ You can feel how he grows tense and how his breath hitches when you start letting your hands wander, almost as if he has to concentrate to not lose control completely.

✧ When things get too heated, he slowly eases out of the make out session, his tongue caressing yours softer before withdrawing and giving your lips gentle kisses until he eventually pulls away.

✧ His hair looks like a mess when he pulls away and all it takes is one word from you to escalate things from harmless kissing to much more.

── ⟢ Caleb

✧ Caleb's kisses are confident from the start on, gentle but slightly possessive, making sure you know that you're his.

✧ There's no hesitation in the way his hand cups your face, no second guessing when he leans in - knowing that you'll meet him halfway.

✧ His lips feel warm and unhurried against yours, savoring every moment he can spend with you like this.

✧ One hand rests at the nape of your neck while the other stays planted to your hip, holding you close without urgency, because he's in no rush to let you go any time soon.

✧ When you kiss him back, he smiles into the kiss and finally deepens it, his tongue swiping along your lips asking for entrance you won't deny him.

✧ If your fingers slip into his hair or tug at his collar, he just hums in approval as he pulls you even closer since this is exactly the reaction he needed from you.

✧ When he pulls back to let you breathe, he stays close, lips busying themselves with the sensitive skin of your neck.

✧ "You good?" he asks carefully before kissing you again, softer this time.

✧ He never pulls away completely, always keeping some form of contact—his hand squeezing your hip, his nose brushing against your neck while he kisses your pulse point—reminding you that he is right there.

✧ And if you want more than just making out, you don't even need to ask, Caleb is already grinding himself against you, letting you decide if you move with him to take things further or if you slowly ease out of the heated moment.

── ⟢ Valko

✧ Valko's kisses start playful, just a teasing brush of his lips, barely there and just enough to make you chase him before he finally gives in with a soft chuckle against your lips.

✧ His hands roam freely until settling on your sides, thumbs stroking lazy circles as he deepens the kiss, savoring each reaction and shiver he pulls from you.

✧ But Valko struggles to stay serious for too long—sharp canines gently tugging at your bottom lip in a playful nip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give him a reaction.

✧ The sound makes his ears twitch, and before you know it, those soft wolf ears have popped up from his hair, betraying just how much he's enjoying this.

✧ He doesn't try to hide them, if anything he leans into your caress, tilting his head to give you better access as his tongue slides against yours with a newfound urge.

✧ His hands wander over your body but ultimately one of then slides up your spine to cradle the back of your head, while the other arm wraps around your waist do keep you close to him.

✧ Valko eventually pulls back to smirk at you when your breath got heavier.

✧ "Getting shy on me already?" he teases amused before diving back in to steal another kiss that leaves you breathless.

✧ His body is painfully aware of every small change in the air, his nose picking up the scent of your arousal before you can even voice out a need for more—the moment you do however, his hips slowly start rutting against you to get you even more needy for him.

[nicecarpet]

I haven't watched/read the apothecary diaries, but a friend asked me to draw her a wallpaper, so here's Maomao!

[fluffydisneyprincess]

What it feels like being a LADS fan right now

[cocoaxia]

★ — hey daddy.

summary: in which you jokingly call the lads boys "daddy" for the first time.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: suggestive (caleb's and raf's are explicit everyone act surprised), all of them are down but not really but like Really, do not be fooled zayne is kicking his feet (i know i was there). i also genuinely do want to keep these as gender neutral as possible (bc i think that's funnnn) but caleb's came to me in a dream it had to be done that way ok

p.s. ignore the timestamps i had to lock in to do something oops. i also hope i somewhat?? did this justice, i fear i'm not part of the daddy-calling community but i RESPECT IT i see u and hear u <3

a/n: @support-local-bands ty for requesting bae i hope it's okay mwahhh. AND THANK YOU ALL FOR READING (- -)(_ _)(- -)

© cocoaxia

[cocoaxia]

★ — admit it !

summary: in which you’re injured and the lads boys find out about it (kinda).

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko

notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s a little evil, zayne’s a little silly, rafayel is losing it, sylus is #upset, caleb is caleb, valko is a little dumb but he has the spirit! fem reader (!!!), minor suggestive comments and allusions to violence (is anyone surprised) that’s it (i think).

p.s. first time doing valko i like him as a loser do we also like him or should i delete my account just lmk!

a/n: GULP i rlly hope you guys like this it was fun to make so I Enjoy it but it’d also be lovely if you did too okok…valko my silly nerd…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

© cocoaxia

[zaynezone]

"You're not leaving the house in that."

Zayne freezes at your words, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his choice of clothing for the day. He glances down, trying to understand what the issue is. It's a fitted black turtleneck and a pair of slacks. What could be so wrong with it?

"You look too hot." You answer his unasked question, walking over to him with a pout on your face.

"It's quite thin. I won't overheat." He's still a little confused. Did you forget his evol keeps him cool?

"Not that kind of hot. Just...you look too sexy. It's bad enough you have a face like that. With this outfit? Someone would snatch you away in an instant." Your arms slip around his waist, hugging him almost posessively.

Heat begins to creep up his neck. Of course he was aware he was attractive, but it wasn't something he actively tried to be. Mostly he kept himself in good shape for the sake of his health, with the added bonus of your appreciation.

"Should I change?"

You sigh, hands beginning to slip under his shirt and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He tenses at the feeling, raising a brow at you. Still, he can't help but be flattered.

"It would be for the best. I think you could cause a car crash looking like this. And think of your patients! If you were my doctor and I had heart problems, I think I would drop dead the moment you walked in the door."

"I am your doctor."

"Exactly. Now go change. Put on a cardigan. Maybe two for good measure."

Well, at least now he knows what to wear when you're giving him the silent treatment.

[myntrose]

valko forgets he's built like an absolute beast.

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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[ouranhighschool]

Senpai, I think you’re fine just the way you are.

[dearestsoul]

L and Ryuk requested by kkiibbaa | first panel insp x

[rubydragon16]

ᕼᗩᖇᑌᕼI ᖴᑌᒍIOKᗩ ★ 藤岡 ハルヒ ❁ (ᖴEᗷᖇᑌᗩᖇY 4) ♥

        🅷🅰🅿🅿🆈 🅱🅸🆁🆃🅷🅳🅰🆈 🅷🅰🆁🆄🅷🅸❢

[lawofgravity]

RAFAYEL and VALKO → Parallels & Antiparallels

(Inspired by x)

[ouranhighschool]

Happy 20th Anniversary!

[erenlav]

bf!satoru seeing his girlfriend in a bikini for the first time

satoru had seen you in oversized hoodies, pajamas, his shirts that practically swallowed your frame whole.

a bikini, however, was entirely a new territory.

the moment you took of your shirt and shorts, on the beach, adjusting the straps of the bikini top, like it was no big deal, satoru forgot how to function.

"..oh." he mumbles. that was akk the so called strongest sorcerer in the world could manage.

you blinked, "oh?"

his face was already turning pink. "no, I-...you just-". the words died somewhere in his throat, he couldn't even think.

you stared for a second before smiling. "toru.. are you blushing?"

"what? no.."

he absolutely was. the tips of his ears were pink. whole face red. and he couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to look at you or literally anywhere else.

a sweet laugh slipped frm your lips. he looked away immediately.

"you are blushing."

"i'm not..." he whines.

you took a step closer. "satoru."

his breath caught. the strongest sorcerer in the world had fought curses, survived impssible battles, and stared death in the face more times thn he could count.

yet somehow this was worse. his eyes found yours again. for a moment, he just stared. then his face turned even redder.

"you look... so beautiful, baby." he says, focused on just you.

your smile softened instantly. "thank you, toru."

satoru swallowed. he wanted to say more. tell you that he thought you were beautiful everyday, that the sight of you still managed to take his breath away.

but nothing came out. his brain had compleyely given up.

your smile softened. you stepped closer, slipping your hand into his. a quiet smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed it gently.

maybe he didn’t need to say anything else.

the warmth in his chest, the blush on his cheeks, and the way he couldn’t seem to look away from you said enough.

divider or wtv cr uzmacchiato i think.. iforgot

[spacekittiesmeow]

"my tummy hurts."

valko rolls on his side, curling in foetal. it's one of the times you know he's not pretending.

"did you eat something weird again?" you rub a soothing hand over his back. his tail thumps against the mattress.

"no. just a lotta choco milk." he cracks an eye open, basking in your attention.

you can't help it. you scratch the space between his twitching ears that part so eagerly beneath your fingers.

"are you lactose intolerant?"

he shakes his head. he whines softly when you run your thumb along the back of his ear.

you pause. "are you even allowed to eat chocolate? from what I've heard, chocolate is poisonous to dogs."

"I'm not a dog." his tail swishes in displeasure. "dogs are canis lupus familiaris. I'm closer to canis lupus. get your taxonomy right."

"chocolate just makes me..." he looks away. "gassy."

his stomach rumbles, making his ears shoot red. until he finally lets one rip. you scrunch your nose.

despite the embarrassment, he shamelessly grins.

"valko, you pig!"

shoutout to @/berrylus for reasons known only to the server.

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