cosmic//atomic

Raf had to wait 800 years to see us again and we'll probably have to wait 800 years to see Valko again.

My Valko 🐺one looked so crispy, I decided to make myself a new Sylus Morning Meds Reminder Sticker 💜🎶 (for Discord)

But imagine the first time MC sees Sylus in a more disheveled state. Not exactly because he's injured, but just because he's tired.

MC goes to the Onychinus base unannounced, because they've been apart for a while and she just felt like seeing him. Luke and Kieran had told her that Sylus was upstairs, so she enters his penthouse and looks around for him until she notices the lights of the bathroom on and the door open.

The image that greets her is not the usual Sylus with the impeccable appearance that she's used to, but instead, is a Sylus who's hair is a bit messy, the dark circles under his eyes are prominent and the most "shocking" thing: he has grown a bit of facial hair.

A soft "Oh..." scapes her mouth. She doesn't comment on his appearance, but her surprise is quite evident.

She's caught him in the middle of shaving and somehow, she feels she's witnessed a scene she wasn't meant to see. But Sylus notices her panic and extends a hand to invite her inside.

I have SO MANY THOUGHTS on the Love and Deepspace men and their kinks. Here they are. Crossposted from TT and updated to include Valko!

he's into restraints. Wants you pinned down and at his mercy. Loves it the most when you struggle

somno, but I feel like that's obvious (doing it while you're/ he's asleep, waking each other up with sex)

high key into roleplay as long as you aren't asking him to dress up as someone else (or Lumiere) Professor Xavier, anyone? 👀👀👀

A little bit degrading. def likes being mean to you. (Followed by praise) like "who's MY dirty little slut?"

o control/denial, & overstim

anal, obviously. Wear a little bunny tail for him and you'll be leaking him for days

Marking. Everywhere. Bites, scratches, his come, a necklace with his name, he wants the whole world to know you belong to HIM!!!

this man is old af. he's probably willing to do/has done everything at least once. Probably will do it again

loves wrecking you and watching the evidence, definitely the type to stare at the mess when he's done with you and tell you how pretty you are while covered in his —

obvious but he lives for the structure of D/s dynamics and with him it's probably a mostly full-time thing once things are established. Def has rules, punishments, and endless funishments.

he loves to hear you beg but he won't give you what you want until you're crying for it. Gasping, needy, breathless. That's where he wants you always. You better beg loud and well if you want him to give you what you need 👀

temperature play also seems obvious but I think he'd make an ice copy of his cock to use while he's at work/busy. WILL require pictures 👀

def thinks he likes to watch you warm up. I can see him sitting back and telling you to show him how you want to be touched...and then telling you should move your hands

breeding but he's lowkey about it until you tell him you want him to get you pregnant.

also obvious from his anniversary 4*, Dr/patient RP.

obvious from his cards: public play, but like specifically he loves getting down in his office/putting you over his desk

mildly into food play, wants to "clean" sweets off you

wants to make you squirt, does, basically every time

not super into pain, but does like to give you some taps for noise/to get your attention

restraints are a big thing. He always gets out of them. You on the other hand...

the push/pull of your dynamic makes him hard so he's into everything that plays on that. Pred/pray, D/s, chasing you down, manipulating you into giving him the power (lots of mind games/tricks with this one!!) he's into all of that. Because catching you and making you submit??? Heaven!!! Or being forced to his knees for you? Yes!!!!!

into pain, giving/receiving. If you tell him something hurts, he'll smile a little and say "good," or if he's in a softer mood he'll coo at you telling you how brave you are while still-- ANYWAY and he can take everything he dishes out.

wax play!!! With his evol and artistic eye he loves turning your body into a canvas. "You look so pretty dripping all these colors, cutie."

praise & "what a naughty girl" but it also goes both ways.

super into feet. He is a Pisces. He's also a fish. Feet interest him. Step on him and he might just come all over the place.

loves to record you both in the act. Loves to watch.

overstim till you cry and don't know your name anymore

breeding af. Wants you to smell like him. Same with biting!!!

absolutely gets off on you calling him your God.

into being Strapped down by you

all of them love to eat it but Sylus is by far the most hungry. He would live on his knees just eating away if you let him. You don't even have to touch him. Just let the man feast!!! He's hungry!!!!!!

loves when you spend his money. like it actively makes him SO hard. He'll be on a call with you while you're online shopping, using his card, telling him what you're getting, and he WILL come.

yearns to be used tbh. Treat him like your plaything. Use him as you'd like. He's into it.

sort of expanding on that, free use in general is a big thing for him. It goes both ways, and there's signals for safety and check-ins, obviously, but especially when his aether core is acting up, this happens a lot!!

obvious but he loves the size difference. Even if you aren't all that much smaller than he is, his cock is so big watching it go in and out? Yeah. That's a biiiiiiiiig stretch

service top/Pleasure Dom. Will fuck you until you can't see straight anymore and make you give him one more.

"use your words, kitten. Beg me for what you want." but like...all the time

loves using his evol to restrain you or bounce you on his cock.

likes watching you take big things. Def uses toys on you. 👀 and you can use whatever toys you want on him!!!!

obviously into biting and into knife play (in safe ways, obvs)

likes pain, and will give or take it.

absolutely into Pred/prey dynamics and WILL chase you through the woods and will say "licyify"

SERVICE SUB!!!! that's his happy place. He yearns to be your house husband in that little apron, his necklace, and nothing else. The less you do, the happier he is. Let him do all the work, for everything, tysm. The better taken care of you are the harder he is

breeding. Oh gods, he wants you to have his babies so bad. He's always babbling about this when he's in you. Like...it might be all he thinks about.

obviously he's into your used panties. Lingerie is a treat for him. If you gag him with them, he'll probably come on the spot.

tbh he's into everything you're into because you're what matters to him. He'll do ANYTHING you ask him to. In bed. In life. In death. Anything you ask for, it's yours.

that said he def loves fucking in his uniform. And pinning you down with his evol when you're being a brat. Will lift you up with it so he can eat, and fuck you on the ceiling.

into breath play tbh

loves making a mess out of you. So into overstim (both ways) that he actually *can't* stop until he's too tired to go on. He'll come 3-4 times and keep fucking it back in and he loves the look and sounds

into when your makeup smears af. Thinks you're pretty when you cry bc it's too good

most certainly into piss. giving and receiving.

Collars, leashes, that type of restraint. Doesn't want to bind your hands or your legs because he likes it when you fight him and leave your mark. You can chain him up, though.

Looooooves marking you and when you mark him. Biting, scratching, coming on each other, all of it. He needs to leave his mark on you!!!!!

ABSOLUETLY INTO PRIMAL PLAY!!! Loves the thrill of the hunt!!!! And when you fight him!!!! def into the push/pull of your dynamic and wants the chase/fight almost as bad as he wants what comes after.

LOVES edging, both giving and receiving.

Praise/degradation combos are some of his favorites, giving and receiving!!!!!

Wants to be used/owned by you, so please, please, oh please, use him. In any way you want.

BREEDING!!!!! He can't help it. It's part of the wolf thing, probably. Loves seeing his come leak out of you. Loves even more to fuck it back in and feel the way you pulse around him.

Most def loves the size difference between you two. Loves seeing you struggle to take his knot. Will tease you about it being "too big" and he loves when you prove him wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Possibly into piss because he's a nasty, dirty dog and wants to claim you/be claimed by you

summary: valko is bad at playing tag pairing: valko x reader rating: mature 🔞 (slightly suggestive) word count: 890 tags: gn!reader, low-stakes predator/prey vibes, oops a silly game of tag gets horny, use of pet names (little wolf) note: hi! i've been taking a break from tumblr because real-life has been Very Busy but i'm dropping in to post this bc wolfboy gave me brain worms; also available in my love & drabble-space collection on ao3

“Tag,” Valko murmurs, breaths grazing your ear. He snuck up on you from behind and banded an arm firmly around your shoulders, ensnaring you as though you were small game. Now, his chest is hot against your back and his heart thuds languidly; he hasn’t even broken a sweat, the rascal. “You’re it.”

And then he’s off— tail flicking sharply as he darts into the tenebrous maze of trees. Moonlight-dusted foliage cracks and rustles in his wake.

Oh, it is so on.

edit: now including valko!

mc may not be a big storm fan but i am, so here's the lads guys when their partner goes outside to find the tornado instead of inside during a tornado warning ⬇️

(take shelter in dangerous weather conditions. do as i say, not as i do.)

It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.

You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.

His nose twitched.

There it is.

You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.

“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on,  “Why's it smell like... cake?”

“Good morning to you too.”

One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”

“It literally is.”

He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”

You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.

Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me. 

“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice. 

His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.

“…What kind?”

“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."

His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.

She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.

You didn't get to finish the sentence.

Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.

“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”

“Rude. I made you cake-“

“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth. 

You cupped his face in both hands.

“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”

He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.

And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.

You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.

His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.

Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her. 

“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”

He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.

“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”

“...It's eight AM.”

“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”

“That math doesn't-“

Valko approaches Sylus, his hair and tail dripping with salt water.

"Valko, do not step any closer," Sylus commands from his beach chair, angling his book to hide the pages against his chest. Valko doesn't stop until he's right in front of him.

With a small, innocent smile, he shakes. Water splashes everywhere, dotting the sand, the chairs, and the towels, but mainly Sylus.

Despite his physique, you always forget how fit Sylus is until you're giggling at him chasing down Valko, both of them sprinting at full speed, until Sylus tackles him into the ocean. They narrowly miss Rafayel gliding through the water, their private section of the beach allowing him to show off his brilliant tail.

Beside you, Xavier stirs, peeking one eye open and squinting against the sun. You smile down at him. He's adorable like this, all groggy and disheveled, his cheeks tinged pink from the heat and the sun.

"Hey, Xavie. Good nap?"

He just hums, rolling over to rest his head in your lap, eye closing again. With a small laugh, you card your hand through his soft hair, allowing him to make himself comfortable again, his arm flopping over your ankles.

"I'm never doing this again!" Caleb's voice travels across the beach. "It's impossible!"

"You can fly a fighter jet, my love. I'm confident that you can surf," Zayne replies, a bit of amusement in his tone underneath the encouragement.

"The sky likes me way better than the sea does. I swear, I think that kelp was tryin' to drown me."

Zayne hums. "I think a certain fish would come to your rescue, should you need it. Now let's put some more sunscreen on and try again." Caleb just stares, and Zayne raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I know you won't give up that easily. You're too stubborn for your own good."

"just the check, please."

sylus's low voice makes you perk up from where you're eating the last bites of your dessert. mischief bubbles in your chest. you set down your fork and start rummaging through your bag.

"what are you doing?" sylus asks, eyebrow arching.

you can practically hear his thoughts. he's definitely wondering why you've decided to look through your bag after he asked for the check. the two of you have had this conversation many times before. he'll pay for any and all of your dates, regardless if you're planning to use the card he had given you.

you give him an innocuous smile. "just looking for my phone." you casually excuse yourself. sylus easily lets his suspicions go, especially since the waiter has arrived with the check.

you've seen videos of people handing their partner's cash or their card to see their reactions. even though you know how sylus would react, you would never pass up the chance to prank him. so, as you grab your phone, you also grab your personal credit card, keeping the card hidden in your hand.

taking out his wallet, sylus gives a cursory glance at the receipt, and you make your move.

with the low lights of the restaurant, all you can see is sylus's amused smirk as your hand scoots over towards him. you lift your hand and beneath it is your credit card. you watch, amused, as sylus's smirk falls. without even looking away from the receipt book, he flicks the card back towards you. you let out a gasping laugh at his actions.

sylus places his card in the book, closes it, and hands it to the waiter. he turns back towards you and playfully tsks at you.

"you know better, darling." his low drawl combined with the amusement in his red eyes makes you laugh a little harder.

"do i?" you crone out, fluttering your eyelashes playfully.

"even if don't—" sylus's eyes go half-lidded a bit. "—i can certainly teach you once more."