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NEW PROMISE CARDS 8/31 🤍

guys do NAWT hold me back idk how but im jumping thru the screen

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ZAYNES NEW BDAY CARD 08/31 🤍

I’m gnna give him the sweetest cake ever bc he’s just so cute I love him sm

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Headcanons of PLACES LADS BOYS LOVE BEING INTIMATE WITH MC/S/O OTHER THAN BEDROOM :3c

Intimacy Other Than The Bedroom- The Love And Deepspace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: VERY suggestive + with a hint of fluff a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ it's been a while since i posted something..school has done a number on me .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. so i hope this was alright (づ_ど) i feel like i could add so much more so i might do a pt2! thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

in any other room of the house

He’s quite literally the physical embodiment of “all day, all night, from the couch to the kitchen to the dining table to the bathroom to the shower.” Literally any other room in the house he will, even on the floor, as long as it has some form of privacy. 

He does NOT want anyone seeing the way your face contorts in absolute pleasure when he pushes his thick cock deep into you. No one deserves to hear the heavenly sounds that slip past your lips. The more you whined or chanted his name, the harder and faster he went. You have given him the gift of hearing, seeing, and feeling it, and he has no intention of sharing it with anyone else.

At this point, you’re not even surprised by how far his stamina will go. How far he's willing to do it anywhere with you as long as there is some form of privacy. He could even hold you up against the door without seeming to tap out any time soon. In fact, his hips increase their pace the moment you chant his name. Don't be shock by all the places in your home that's practically been marked by both your bodies.

the couch

He loves to lay down on the couch next to you and have his head resting on your lap instead of a pillow while you scroll, read, or watch something. But even then, he loves to distract you and get in between your legs. The feeling of his mouth on your lips is a different type of euphoric. The couch was one of the perfect places to have you in position with your legs wide open, or closed shut enough to have his head squeeze in between your thighs, while you lean further back into the couch cushions. His tongue circles your clit before sucking the small bud between his lips that have your mind running in circles

Zayne:

his office at the hospital

Whenever you visit, the door is always unlocked for you and locked once you’re inside. Sometimes you sit on the edge of his desk while he leans into you, head resting on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He lets out a quiet, content sigh, like the weight on his shoulders ease just a little in your presence.

And sometimes another way to ease his stress is to have your blouse unbuttoned or lifted up, just enough to expose your breasts that were peeking under your bra. His large hands guide you up and down on his cock, his half-lidded eyes refusing to look away from how your breasts bounce according to his guidance.

To remain professional, he tries not to be too loud, which is a task that’s somewhat easy for him. But just in case for you, whenever his cock hits a special spot that only he knows, Zayne has to stuff his tie in your mouth to muffle any whines or moans that escape your lips.

his office at home

You are more than welcome to come into his office at home. He can be busy at work and at home and you can tell. It becomes second nature the moment you come to his lap. Once he finishes whatever was on his computer, he pulls you closer into his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

And sometimes his breath came in ragged gasps from the way his cock throbs inside you. Every inch of him felt hot and deep, each thrust hitting the right spots that almost made him forget what his worries were about.

in the kitchen

where sweets are kept and stored. there’s something far more sweeter than a few nuzzles as you cook and bake together. and something that tastes even better than a lick from the spoon or your fingers, found in between your legs instead

Rafayel:

the bathtub

sitting naked in front of him felt nothing more but a siren’s song leading him into temptation. his temptation grows even stronger the moment you’re sat in between his legs, head resting against his chest while his hands wander all over your body. you let yourself sink into his touches without a care in the world until his pretty pink erect tip pokes behind you.

soon enough water sloshes around both you bodies as he helps guide you up and down on his cock, relishing the sounds that come out of your lips

in an art museum/ event

Hand in hand, the two of you slip away from the crowd, laughter bubbling between you as the adrenaline takes over. The whole night, you’d spent more time looking at him across the room than actually being with him. And every time you finally get close, Thomas interrupts and introduces him to a new guest.

Now, hidden behind one of the tall pillars of the museum, you found each other again. Upstairs, away from the noise and the guest. This time he can actually appreciate real art. You kissed like you were making up for every second lost. Again and again, like you both couldn’t get enough. 

He pulls away the moment his hands slip higher, fingers grazing over the cotton panties. A quiet curse slips past his lips, his warm breath fans against your lips as he traces even lower to where you’re clearly soaked.

It takes only a second for him to take your hand again and drag you down the hallway in search of another room, somewhere quieter, somewhere private. Somewhere clearly marked off limits to guests.

the ocean

the place where people wear less clothes to go into the ocean. the place where he calls his home. and the perfect place to repopulate lemuria

Sylus:

in one of his cars:

His hands always find their way to you. When you’re in the car, one hand stays on the steering wheel while the other rests on your thigh. He loves to hold your thigh whenever he drives.

Sometimes he gives you a light teasing squeeze or sometimes he tends to rub soft slow circles on your thighs. Your eyes catch the way his fingers on your skin inches up higher and higher, all while he stays focused on the road.

You notice the way his fingers tighten around the wheel when his hand brushes against your soaked panties. He gives you a quiet little praise for spreading your legs a little more for him so he can bury his fingers deep inside of your aching pussy.

his armory

Private, soundproof, and no one knows this location between you and him. Although it isn’t exactly romantic and not an exactly an ideal spot, he can try to make it more romantic for you when the time comes

the shower

A shower with Sylus was never a quick one. You couldn’t help but stare over the man that towers over you. You were completely captivated by the way his wet hair frames his sharp features while droplets run down his chest. Obviously he wasn’t going to let you get away with this easily without teasing you about it first. But from the way he looks at you and how his hands linger on your body, he was just as captivated.

His large hands roam lightly over your stomach, moving a little higher to knead each breasts. He took one in each hand, squeezing them lightly. Each movement was slow and deliberate, taking in each part of you, his erect tip pokes at your thigh as he maps out your body

his yacht

a little private world that’s only meant for the two of you. it’s an actual escape from the world with no guns or armory involved but champagne, privacy, and a little bit of everything you loved and wanted on this boat.

Caleb:

in the kitchen:

It starts off with small touches. When you’re helping him cook, your fingertips graze when you both reach for the same knife, the same spice jar, the same bowl.

Even when he’s just passing behind you in the kitchen, where there’s plenty of space, his hands somehow always end up on your lower back or your waist that lingers a little longer than it should.

And then there’s the top shelf. The one thing that you always need is suspiciously somewhere you can’t reach. He notices this. He always does. He steps behind you, close enough to where his chest presses against your back as he reaches up, one hand resting on the cabinet above your head. His body surrounds yours to the point you’re practically enveloped in him. Your breath hitches as he reaches up, his body pressing closer to you, his clothed crotch rubs against your ass. It didn’t help that you instinctively squirmed behind him, that familiar building behind him.

It doesn’t take that long to find your shorts and panties pushed down to your knees. It can go one or two ways. One where he has you bent all the way over on the cool top of the kitchen counter or where he picks you up and sets you down on the island and positions himself in between your legs. Whatever position he puts you in, either way, his muscles retract at every thrust he gives you, hitting deeper than the last.

the shower

Your naked bodies touch lightly as water drizzles down on you. He usually helps you shampoo and wash your hair, but his favorite part is helping you apply body wash. His hands go where they need to go but sometimes they make a pit stop to cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples longer than they should, or his large hands slowly go up higher in between your legs. You gasp when you feel his erection rubbing behind you and when you allow him too, he’s quick to line up his cock into you.

pilot cockpit

not the most private one but the thrill of it can be exciting. roleplay of him being the colonel or you can be his favorite or just a simple gravitational pull to his lap and if you want, he’ll give you a real ride in the sky

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you to my beta readers, @ilovemitsuya , @sleepypenz MWAH ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

ʚɞ 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! The Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

ʚɞ Others places you can find me:

Wattpad

Twitter ( but idk how to use it or interact with people )

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SO ROMANTICAL!!

Beach banner is finally here!! they all look so romantic

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I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONYYYYY

mc holding Rafayel for the split second 😭

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BEACH BANNER IS COMING SOON! 🌊🏝️

so who said it was gonna be spicy..

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second nature- zayne x reader

pairings: zayne x reader genre: fluff + silly wc: 200ish a/n: i luv zayne

it is so painfully obvious what dr. zayne is smiling. dr. greyson and yvonne can’t help but snicker behind the desk, already knowing he’s texting you.

today, he’s smiling to himself while quietly eating the lunch you packed for him. it’s his favorite, down to the extra sweet you tucked in just for him. he can already imagine you thinking it through, choosing what he would like, and making sure it was just right.

he wears a small tooth aching, quite literally, smile on his face from the way you packed everything so neatly. the fact that you packed two portions instead of one. maybe it was intentional, or maybe it’s simply second nature by now.

it’s become a habit to him too. oftentimes he’s found himself buying an extra pair. maybe it’s for emergencies or maybe it’ll be useful for the future or maybe it’s just another way to stay close to you. it’s a habit he’s noticed that’s forming between you, and it’s something that’s making him fall deeper in love with the relationship you’re building. 

as he eats, dr. greyson and yvonne continue to giggle in the distance. but dr. zayne hardly notices. he’s too focused on enjoying every single bite, already planning what he’ll text you afterward. he can’t wait to tell you how thoughtful it was, how good it tasted, and how next time, it would be even better if you shared the meal together.

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omg hi! first and foremost, I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS LIKE THEY LITERALLY HAVE ME KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR, since i especially loved your lads dad genre, i was wondering if you would like to write about a situation that i came across tiktok just now, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU WANT TO! idk why but my baby fever is really taking a toll on me, and i would love to read more fluff that would instantly melt my heart hehe <333 hope you are doing well!

this is the link of the tiktok hehe: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSSY4VH8f/

Sending Them A Mama + Baby Pic- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: fluff fluff a/n: hihi luv ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ THANK YEW SM MWAH perhaps im doing my job right ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ im doing well and i hope you are too ! and are you kidding me I LOVEEE writing them as papas whenever i can ! they would be perfect dads I JUST KNOW IT however i hope i did this justice (•̀ᴗ•́ )و anyways enjoy reading my luvs (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The mission he was on felt like an eternity. His mind often drifted to how he could have you and his baby boy in his arms right now. And as if you read his mind, the notification ping grabbed his attention. His expression softens the moment he opens the photo of you and your baby boy. It looks like your son had just woken up, with messy hair and a sleepy smile on his face. A quiet laugh slips from his lips and he didn’t realize how much he missed you both until now. All he can think about is how adorable the two of you look together and how much longer he has in this mission to be there with you both.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: Did U guys have a good nap?

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: He must be really happy to wake up and see U

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: Can I join U guys too

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: I’ll bring snacks

Zayne:

He might just be the happiest man on break in the whole hospital right now. It's as if the weight on his shoulders were lifted the moment he sees you two curled up together and greeting him with a smile. He’s already saving the photo(s), depending on how many you sent. There’s a good chance one is becoming his lockscreen, homescreen, or even your contact photo. That way, every time you call or message him, he’s reminded of his beautiful wife and daughter.

☃︎: She seems to be in a good mood.

☃︎: That would only make sense because you’re there with her. I would react the same as well.

☃︎: She must’ve gotten that from me.

Rafayel:

There’s a big pout and watery eyes on this fishie’s face from the cuteness of the pictures you sent, all while he’s stuck in public at this stupid art exhibition Thomas dragged him to. Eventually, Thomas scolds him for not mingling with the guest since that could potentially mean fewer sales, but Rafayel couldn’t care less. His beloved wife and his lil glubs are always his first priority. He manages to slip away from everyone to text you back, but most likely will facetime you right after.

𓆟: cutie why do you all have to extraa cute when i'm not there .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

𓆟: *sends a pouting papa rafayel pic*

𓆟: here make sure to show them this so they don’t forget me too

𓆟: and tell my lil glubs i miss them so so much ( ᵒ ૩ᵕ )♡*

Sylus:

Sylus sits bored and uninterested, watching the other members he’s negotiating with huddle together, whispering as they scramble to come up with a way to convince him to take the deal. He waits patiently, tapping the side of his whiskey glass until a ping pulls his attention to his phone. A soft chuckle escapes past his lips as he opens it and finds a photo of you and his baby girl lying together. He thinks it's adorable, from the way his baby girl shows off her gummy smile at you instead of facing the camera. He smiles to himself that the negotiators might mistake it as if he's ready to seal the deal. He looks at the photo in awe, zooming in as close as he can, his eyes and heart softening at the sight of the two of you.

𓅪: Our little dove seems to be interested in shiny things lately.

𓅪: And look at that. She’s more interested in you than the camera.

𓅪: You must be glowing more than usual sweetie.

Caleb:

This man LOVES being a father and a husband so much. The moment he catches a glimpse of the notification and sees two familiar figures he cherishes more than anything in the world, he puts the ship on autopilot. Without hesitation, he swipes up to open the photo to be greeted by his two babies, you and your son, smiling back at him. He looks at the picture in absolute awe, his heart throbbing like it might explode. He thinks this one might top every single baby photo ever ( he says this every time a new photo comes out )

✈︎: i’ve been staring at this pic for a while and it’s making me sad ):

✈︎: i might land at the next stop and fly myself back

✈︎: and join you guys :D

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! The Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

ʚɞ Others places you can find me:

Wattpad

Twitter ( but idk how to use it or interact with people )

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just gonna reblog this to give it attention. but i just want to remind anyone that is a reader and that plans on translating or reposting any works of their favorite writers/ any writers, PLEASEE check their bio or any pinned post that they have first and make sure to always ask. please respect a writer's boundaries especially when it comes around to crediting and consent. they have put a lot of their time and efforts into their works

Making a new post because the dickhead blocked me on here so I can't interact with the original post. If you can then share it! They think that'll keep me from spreading the word of them stealing a ton of other people's works.

‼️BOOSTING‼️

If you are a fic writer on here that does not allow for your works to be translated or resposted to other sites, please be aware that this page has been going around doing it anyway. They do not ask permission, just drop your link at the bottom of the page where nobody gives a fuck after they've translated and stolen your work.

Yall know I have had my work stolen in the past, and I fucking hate thieves.

I asked them to delete my works (because there were multiple), but as I was going through their posts, I found MORE AND MORE of my mutuals works who I know for damn sure have in their tumblrs not to translate or repost, so it's clear they don't give a fuck. Please check this page for your works to see if any are on there because there are SO MANY I can't keep up.

I've asked TONS of times to delete my works and the others, but yall there are literally over 100 works with TONS of chapters of OTHER PEOPLE'S WRITING in there.

They don't post on here, but quickly deleted their original post with their wattpad link, so here it is! Their tumblr is @/wanderersimp04

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hi lovely, i just saw an account in wattpad that’s been translating works without permission and noticed that your fic was there

https://www.wattpad.com/1469045348-❀˖°𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐗-𝐓𝐇𝐄-𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐘-𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄-𝐌𝐄𝐍❀˖°/page/2

hihi anonnie ! thank you so much for letting me know I really appreciate when you guys notify me (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ I just realized they also took other peoples and my mutuals and my other favorite writers works too 😭

I will be reblogging a post about this if anybody else is curious to know because this is unfair to a lot of the writers who have specifically said in their blog to not repost and translate their works! :O

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XAVIER MYTH 7/25 | it’s giving sephiroth lowkey 😼@ilovemitsuya

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WEARING HIS CLOTHES- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: suggestive ( some cw/tags will be below characters ) a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ sorry if theres any mistakes all my beta readers are asleep...·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·. i kinda rushed writing this so i might rewrite this again or post a prt 2! anyways i hope you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

cw/tags: mentioning of kneading breasts

He stirs awake, nose scrunching slightly as he was awakened by..his own smell? Brow furrowed, he shifts beside you, relieved to find you nestled against him, his arm still loosely wrapped around your waist. You’re propped up on one elbow, casually scrolling through your phone, when you notice he stirs beside you.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you murmur, glancing down as your fingers gently comb through his messy hair. He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“My shirt..” he mumbles, still half-asleep.

You glance down at the oversized shirt that practically swallowed your entire frame. “Yeah, my clothes are in the wash so I- Xavier!”

You squeak as he suddenly lifts the hem of his shirt and disappears underneath it, sliding his entire head inside. He rests his cheek against your chest with a satisfied sigh. 

Your cheeks grow warm as his hair brushes softly against your skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You can feel his hand slide up into your shirt, cupping your breast before his thumb swipes over your soft nipple.

He’s more peaceful like this. To be in one of his favorite spots with no obstruction of extra clothes so he can bury himself further in your scent and warmth.

Zayne:

You stood in front of the mirror, quietly taking in your reflection. Zayne’s white button up shirt hung off your frame. The shoulders of the shirt drooped on you from how much broader he was. The hem nearly reached the top of your thighs and the sleeves slipped past your hands.

“What are you doing?”

A voice behind you breaks your thoughts. You turn your head slightly, catching a glimpse of Zayne approaching in the mirror. Faint scratch marks trail down his arms and bite marks scatter across his chest that carry the traces from last night. The sight made your cheeks heat. He stops just behind you, meeting your gaze in the mirror, eyes tracing the way his shirt clung loosely to your body.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked quietly. “Surely they’re not this comfortable?”

You glance up at him, but before you can answer, he closes the small gap between you both, just enough to feel the heat of his skin through the fabric. His finger brushes over the buttons of his shirt, slowly and deliberately undoing one button, then the next, and another until the fabric reveals just enough to show the marks he left.

“You know I don’t like you wearing my clothes,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as his hand settled at your waist, gently guiding you back to bed. His shirt hung open now while his hands explored and traced the marks he pathed last night.

“Should we pick up where we left off?”

Rafayel:

You can hear a dramatic gasp across your shared bedroom and you already know who it is without even looking.

You’re lying comfortably on the bed, wrapped in one of his oversized cardigans. It hangs loosely off your frame, the fabric slipping off one shoulder, making the fishie’s brain short circuit. He didn’t think it was possible for you to be any cuter, any more beautiful, but somehow you keep proving him wrong every single day.

“Cutieeee, stay right there!” he says, scrambling to grab his sketchbook and a pencil.

“Hm?” you hum in response, not fully catching what he said and shifting slightly in place.

“Wait no don’t move! Actually..wait, that’s even better..”

His eyes scan the position you were in, how the cardigan swallows your entire frame. His eyes trail even lower, catching a glimpse of how the cardigan has lowered enough to reveal the swell of your breasts. He swallows hard, pathetically hard.

“Cutie..” he mumbles, “You’re a tease..”

He closes the sketchbook without drawing a single line, completely forgetting whatever he had planned. All he knows right now is that his cardigan would look so much better off of you.

Sylus:

cw/tags: mentioning of kneading breasts and small mentioning of clit play

The first time you wore his clothes, it was an amusing and ridiculously adorable sight to see. His shirt hung off you like a dress, and the shoulders slipped far past where they should, so that the sleeves hid your hands. It started off with him laying out clothes for you to take to, having full freedom in taking whatever you wanted from his closet.

With the height difference, most of his shirts fall to the middle of your thighs, which makes it all too easy for you to ditch pants and underwear whenever you’re lounging in his clothes. And that was his favorite.

He likes how easy it was to slip his hands underneath the shirt you were wearing to cup your breasts, his large hands kneading them while his thumb softly circles your nipple. Or how you sit on his lap and how his hands slide up and up your thigh to feel you practically dripping down your thighs. 

And when you lean back against his chest and a breathless gasp escapes your lips when his digits play with your clit, is his cue to press soft, tender kisses along your neck. As long as you let him, he finds himself doing this often. 

“oh, is my kitten eager again?”

Caleb:

The cold, empty space beside him stirs him awake. He reaches for his phone to find you, but his eyes land on your reflection in the mirror.

You’re standing there, wrapped in nothing but his oversized colonel’s uniform shirt and the matching hat, which sits too low over your eyes. The sleeves dangle well past your hands and most of the buttons are undone, revealing your skin and the marks he left behind last night.

Without hesitation, he draws you in, and before you know it, you’re gently pulled across the bedroom, landing softly in his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing pipsqueak? he asks, lifting a brow. A lazy grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. His fingers trace the edges of the shirt, brushing your side where the fabric hangs loose on your smaller frame. He pauses when he notices the frown on your lips and crosses your arms.

“Is that how you speak to a colonel, solider?”

He laughs as his hat tilts awkwardly on your head. “Sorry, Colonel.” Still smiling, he raises both hands as if he was surrendering but gives you a salute to give into your little roleplay.

“Not good enough,” you huff, puffing out your chest. “I want a hundred pushups and fluffy pancakes! That’s an order soldier.”

His grin widens as his hands slide lower down your body. You open your mouth to reply but gasp when he shifts you up further in his lap to feel his achingly growing bulge in his sweats.

“Well colonel, how about a quick test flight?"

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! The Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

ʚɞ Others places you can find me:

Wattpad

Twitter ( but idk how to use it or interact with people )

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hey in one of your recent works i think you accidentally used an ai enhanced version of a hsr sticker lol? its the phainon sticker in the "dodging his kisses" thing with him and mydei. super tiny detail ik (i just like looking at him so i clicked the image and happened to spot it LMAOOOOOOO) but you can tell its ai from all the funky line weight if u look at it next to the one from the wiki

just thought id say something in case ud wanna know !!

WAHH thank you so much for letting me know anonnie 😭 i wasn’t aware that it was ai enhanced bc i wasn’t looking too closely (•ᴗ•,, ) i thought it was just one of his normal emojis from the game but i just replaced it with a different one and hopefully that one okay ! i get these from pinterest so if it’s another ai enhanced pls lmk I would appreciate it a lot! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

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DODGING HIS KISSES

featuring: phainon and mydei

genre: fluff + silly

a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this is just inspo i saw from tiktok hehe this might be a little ooc so sorry if it is! im still learning how to write more for them (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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── .✦ PHAINON:

There’s no way you could possibly do this more than once when you know how much Phainon loves to kiss you. The moment he leans in, eyes half-lidded, and lips just slightly parted, you turn your head at the last second.

For a second, he looks confused, then a little embarrassed. Still, he tries to play it cool. Second time the charm, right? Or at least, that’s what he thinks.

His face falls into the saddest little pout, like a puppy who just got told “no” to a sweet treat and doesn’t understand why. If he had floppy ears, they’d be drooping by now and his tail would have stopped wagging entirely.

“Is something wrong?” he asks quietly. “Does my breath smell bad?” His lips twitch downward even more and it’s hard to resist him for too long.

You lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek, then a soft one to his lips, a playful smile on your lips as you pull away. Instantly, he brightens. His invisible puppy ears perk back up and his tail starts wagging like crazy. He chases after your lips, once, twice, and a few more times for good measure, like he’s trying to make up for every second he lost.

── .✦MYDEI:

Poor baby is so confused.

He just got back home after hours of relentless training, his muscles aching. All he wanted was to collapse into your arms and melt into your warmth. But instead, it feels like he did something wrong to make you avoid him and he had no idea why.

Maybe he’s more tired than he thought. Maybe he hit his head during sparring and didn’t realize it. Or maybe he just reeked of the smell of battle. That would make more sense than you dodging him on purpose.

But then you avoid his kiss again.

He blinks in disbelief, eyebrows furrowing as he watches you continue with whatever you’re doing, like nothing is wrong. Slowly, he makes his way to your side and sits down, observing you. “Is there something wrong? Are you upset?” 

A soft thud hits the floor as he slips off one of his gauntlets. With his calloused fingers, he reaches out for you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger, brushing your skin before cradling your cheek. You look back at him, trying to keep an innocent expression.

“Everything’s fine,” you assure him. “Are you-”

But before you can finish the question, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It’s gentle, warm, and it completely catches you off guard that your plan falls apart the moment you kiss him back. You can feel the way his body relaxes just a little.

“Everything is okay,” he murmurs, letting himself flop on top of you, resting his weight against you as you let his strong arms wrap around you loosely.

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S/O WHO SLEEPS WITH PLUSHIES- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb

genre: silly + fluff

a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i was going through my drafts and i swear this was requested but i couldnt find the anonnie(s) that did im so srry my drafts are a mess atm! .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. anyways i hope you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

It doesn’t take long for your plushies to mysteriously disappear during the night. One moment, they’re tucked comfortably under your arms as you drift off and by morning, they’re either on the floor or wedged awkwardly between the pillows. And without fail, you always wake up with Xavier in their place, arms wrapped around you and face buried against your shoulder, chest, or neck, like he’s claimed the spot for himself.

He never has a solid explanation. In his defense, the plushie was definitely giving him a mocking look. It was a threat to your safety obviously and he has to get rid of all threats.

Zayne:

There’s always a faint smile on his lips whenever he comes home late at night and finds you fast asleep, cuddled up with your plushie. Sometimes, he’ll gently slip them from your arms as soon as he joins you in bed because it’s his job now and the plushie turns to clock out for the night. Other times, he lets you hold onto them as he wraps his arms around you as he joins you in sleep.

And when he has to leave early for work again, he always makes sure to place the plushie back into your arms or tuck you both in the covers before he leaves.

Rafayel:

His phone is filled with countless photos of you and your plushies, taken from every angle. He thinks you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen and he never really gets tired of watching you snuggle up with them. But, he can’t help but playfully whine and pout, saying it’s not fair that your plushies are always taking up his space, the space in your arms, even if they barely do.

Sometimes he’ll dramatically point out how lonely and cold he feels when he wakes up and finds your plushies curled against you while he’s left alone with just a corner of the blanket. Eventually he suggests a compromise. Maybe your plushie needs a partner of their own, since his is clearly too busy cuddling someone else.

Sylus:

You can definitely expect a lot of playful teasing when he catches you sleeping with your plushies. There’s a spark of amusement in his eyes and it’s clear he finds the sight to be endearing. The way you’re nestled against his chest, your breathing steady as the plushie was tucked close to your chest. He’ll run his fingers through your hair as you asleep, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches you rest peacefully.

What you didn’t expect was to catch him with that same plushie curled up on his side. His brows are relaxed, breathing slow, as he gently holds it like it was comforting in your absence

Caleb:

Caleb has seen you sleep with plushies for as long as he can remember, ever since the two of you grew up together. He thinks now that you have him, maybe you won’t need them anymore. But it turns out some things stay the same, and he doesn’t mind. He finds it both adorable and a little nostalgic.

He lets you hold onto it while you sleep, but the moment it slips from your arms, he pulls you closer and quietly keeps the plushie out of reach. It’s had enough of your comfort and now it’s his turn. But when you’re the one who’s away for the night, he secretly keeps your plushies close since they smell like you, giving him the comfort to go to sleep.

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! The Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

ʚɞ Others places you can find me:

Wattpad

Twitter ( but idk how to use it or interact with people )

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GIRL. THIS IS SO GOOD. your smut?? AMAZING!! i’m tweaking out. your fluff w children?? AMAZING!!! i seriously gasped when i realized that you copied caleb’s speech patterns PERFECTLY. ugh i love your writing. amazing work. have a great day!!!!!!!

WAH IM SO SHY OMG THABK YOU SO MUCH it makes me so happy when you guys notice even like a small detail 🥹 I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY ANONNIE ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

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:"What a good written work !" I say as I walk away with a suspicious lump in my throat.

oh thank you so much anonnie- W-WAIT WAIT COME BACK- ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!