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[c-o-t-o]

How the LADS guys fall asleep with you

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🌙✨falling asleep ✨🌙

☀️ How the LADS guys wake you up (read after this!)

✨Rafayel wants to be the small spoon. He whines until you're the one cuddling his back, holding him. But before you know it, he'll take hold of your arm that's draped across him, smell it longingly, dragging the tip of his nose teasingly down your skin, landing a kiss on your wrist. He wants to be enveloped by you, lulled to sleep by your warm embrace. He pulls your arm into his chest to hug it, never once letting go. You feel him gently rub the back of your hand with his fingertips, soothing himself to sleep while holding your arm through the night, kissing it from time to time to remind you that he’s still with you.

✨Zayne does the opposite. He holds you from behind like he's afraid to let you go, pulling your back deeply into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. In part, he does this so that you can't see the look of desperation and almost fear in his eyes, afraid to let you go for even one moment in case he were to wake up from this reality like a dream. He nuzzles your ear from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. He smells your hair before letting out a contented sigh. He slides his arm under your neck to pull you in as closely and comfortably as he can. Once he can hold you tightly in his arms, he falls asleep with his face resting in the nape of your neck.

✨Xavier needs to fall asleep facing you. He wants to make sure you stay with him the whole night, and wants to be able to watch over you. Since he can't cuddle you this way, he holds your hand the entire night, fingers laced, never letting go. He leans his forehead against yours, faces practically nose to nose, nuzzling against you like a kitten. He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it softly in a princely way before holding your hand to his heart while he falls asleep. He pulls you into a deep embrace as if he’s hugging a pillow, delicately dragging his cheek against yours to reassure himself that you’re still there.

✨Sylus lays on his back, arm extended out to the side so that you can lay with your head on his chest. He brings his arm up and around you, running his fingers through your hair to lull you to sleep. With his free hand, he takes your other hand and places it on his chest, holding it there to feel your warmth. You can hear his heart beating, faster now once you’ve settled into his embrace. He tilts his head just enough to kiss your forehead before falling asleep with his cheek resting against you. He hums quietly and happily in his sleep while he nods off, periodically pulling you close to him again every now and then.

[eternvlsound]

Neon street lights to guide you home

ig: space.ram

[iishtar]

I remember after Marissa died, people being pretty hysterical and coming up to me in airports, crying about it. I thought that was shocking, because it’s TV, you know?

Mischa Barton [x]

[buried-in-bl4ck]

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[crxmes]

@crxmes

[clingyduoapologist]

What’s crazy about “what am I without you?” “Yourself!” Is that that it is genuinely such an insane line to conclude Tommy’s arc in season 2 like, because all season people have been expecting Tommy to be a certain thing. Tubbo wanted him to be more mature, Techno wanted a loyal ally, Dream wanted a plaything. Throughout it all, Tommy’s struggled to say for himself who he is. And now, here at the end, when met with the prospect of never seeing his friend again, Tubbo tells Tommy that he’s himself. That that’s enough. That he will continue to be himself with or without him. Because through this whole season Tommy’s fucked up and been fucked over and made mistakes and suffered the consequences and that’s okay, that it’s who he is, and that it’s all he has to be.

[cymk8]

🏒💃💃⛸ SHE GAVE HER A CHANCE!!!!!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[cartoon-goon02]

Miss Oranje Disco Dancer

[carbon-fiber-internal-organs]

[c-o-t-o]

How the LADS guys wake you up in the morning

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☀️✨️waking up✨️☀️

🌙 How the LADS guys fall asleep with you (read first!)

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut

✨️Rafayel wakes up with you still against his back, still holding onto your arm that’s been draped across his waist. He’s suddenly aware of the sensation of your breasts pressed up against his back and can feel himself becoming engorged. He reaches his hand down and can feel how solid he’s become already. Rafayel tries to slide his hand down his pants, but your arm over his waist stops him from being able to stroke himself. He pulls his pajama pants down, his dick instantly flinging upwards to his stomach from being so hard. He winces with nervousness as it ends up grazing your fingertips. When he sees that you haven’t reacted to that, or to him rubbing your fingers, he decides to use the situation to his advantage. In desperation of needing to touch himself, he puts his hand on top of yours, lacing his fingers between the empty spaces. Taking control of your hand, he uses it to start stroking himself. He groans out loud at the sensation of your warm hand on him, shaking with desperation of wanting to finish before you wake up.

You wake up to the sensation of something firm both on the back of your hand, and inside your hand. With a groggy brain, it takes you a minute to realize Rafayel is using your hand to jerk himself off. You start to lean up and ask what he’s doing, when you hear him whisper with a shaky voice. He begs you to just let him finish. Begs you to let him keep using your hand like this, and how he’s so close now. He promises to make it up to you, when his voice gets cut off by his voice starting to crack, getting so close to the edge…

✨️Zayne wakes up still holding you, he held you relentlessly through the night. He smells the sweet scent of your hair and feels his body pressed against yours. As with most mornings, especially because he doesn’t find much time to relieve himself, he is already hard. But with you here, his erection is fully pressed up against your ass. His head cringes with pleasure before he pulls his thoughts back together. Because he’s been holding you and one arm is trapped underneath you, if he moved it would wake you up. So with his free hand on your waist, he slowly and carefully slides his fingers below your waistband, shimmying it down slowly and patiently. He manages to pull your pants down enough to slide himself between your thighs. He nearly sighs out loud with pleasure but quickly covers his mouth. Feeling himself squeezed between the slight gap between your thighs and underwear makes him start throbbing and twitching. At first he slides in and out of the space slowly and rhythmically until he realizes he can feel your underwear getting moist. Zayne is slowly losing patience and caring less about holding back.

You wake up to the feeling of Zayne pulling you tightly back against him and his engorged dick rubbing against your underwear. When he realizes you’re awake, he loses all restraint. He reaches down and pulls your underwear aside, sliding his cock between all your folds, dragging your wetness across everything. His engorged tip starts rubbing against your clit, making you more and more wet, squelching with each pull back and thrust. You moan out loud, turning Zayne on even more. He whispers in your ear to not move as he inches closer and closer to his release…

✨️Xavier watched over you all night. Still facing each other, he wakes up and smiles to see you resting peacefully, still laying on your side facing him. His eyes roam around, taking in the view of you sleeping, when he looks down and realizes that your oversized pajama shirt has gotten pulled down in your sleep. Your cleavage taunting him out in the open, your breasts barely being contained within the fabric. He swallows hard and feels himself throbbing. Eyes locked onto you in an almost hypnotic way, all reason starts to leave him as his desires take over. With his fingertip he gently pulls the neckline of your shirt down. He quietly gasps with surprise, since he barely touched it before the weight of your breasts fell out and over the collar. Xavier carefully shifts himself down, kissing the skin of your breasts and peeking up at you. When he sees that you aren’t reacting, he kisses your nipple. His eyes dart up at you again, getting the confirmation he needs to go ahead. The tip of Xavier’s hot tongue presses against your nipple, instantly causing it to harden. When he feels this, his dick hardens fully and instantly. He licks and takes your nipple into his mouth, his gentle sucking muffling his moans. With his free hand he grabs your other breast and gently circles your nipple with it, feeling that one harden as well.

✨️Sylus wakes up on his back to see you still laying against his right side, your head still on his chest. His eyes gaze down further to see that he already has a bulge forming in his pants. A wave of pleasure and urgency washes over him, because before he knows it, his left hand has reached across and started rubbing your nipple through your shirt. He can hear you softly moaning in your sleep, turning him on even more. His right hand slides down your backside, feeling your curves and your skin where your shirt has slid up on your back. His hand slides down your pants, and since his arms and fingers are so long, he is able to reach down to your folds. With the tips of his fingers he can already feel wetness starting to pool. He delicately pushes his fingers up and into your opening, soaking his fingers in your hot wetness. He closes his eyes with pleasure and uses his left hand to start stroking himself, matching the speed of his strokes to the speed of his fingers going in and out of you. In a way, he can almost imagine being inside of you.

You wake up to the feeling of pleasure tingling in your head. Your eyes open, but it takes you a moment to look down and see him sucking at your nipples. You gasp and start to say his name in surprise, when you see his piercing blue eyes shoot up at you. He shoves his thigh up in your crotch, pulling it back and forth to rub against you. You moan out loud and look back down at Xavier in desperation. You see him lick his thumb, saliva trailing from it, and uses that thumb to continue circling your other nipple as he uses the tip of his tongue to massage the one by his lips. He tells you he’s just getting started, that he needed to get you nice and wet so that when he fucks you in a minute he can slide in nice and easy…

You instantly wake up upon feeling his long fingers entering you, and your eyes immediately fixate on his fingers gripping his cock. You look up at Sylus with surprise, causing him to chuckle deviously. He pulls his fingers out of you, using your wetness to run his fingers back and forth from your clit to your opening to taunt you. He asks if you’d like to feel even more pleasure while you lay back and relax. Sylus says he’ll take care of everything…

[eternvlsound]

PlayStation 2 Ocean Blue (2002)

[supercassette]

1 900 Download The Future by warakami-vaporwave

[hoshifighting]

Making homemade porn videos with dk..? 👀

I LOVE UR WRITING AND UR NEW THEMEEEE

homemade porn with seokmin

WARNINGS: smut, porn, penetrative sex, spit used as lube, dirty talks, hair pulling, recording sex, praising

“are you sure about this?” seokmin’s voice comes out a little wobbly, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he watches you set up the tripod. he’s already blushing—of course he is—but the way his eyes keep darting between your face and the camera.. yeah, he’s a little too into this for someone acting shy.

“i’m the one who suggested it, dummy,” you tease, adjusting the angle of your phone. the way you’re bending over to check the framing isn’t exactly innocent, and when you glance back at him, he’s got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, hands frozen mid-fidget.

“you look good already,” he blurts out, then immediately slaps a hand over his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to say it out loud.

“yeah? you think the camera’s gonna love me?”

“the camera,” he echoes, his gaze dragging down your body like he’s already undressing you in his head, “and me. definitely me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer until he’s flush against you. his hands are all over you, warm and eager, sliding under your shirt and pulling it off with a little too much enthusiasm. “oh my god, wait,” he says suddenly, his hands freezing mid-movement. “do i, like, pose? or—”

“seokmin,” you laugh, your hands cupping his jaw to pull him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. he melts into it quickly, groaning into your mouth when your hands slide under his waistband.

the kiss breaks with a gasp, and when you glance at the camera, the red light is still blinking. “you’re doing so well, baby,” you coo, your voice dripping with sweetness.

his ears go red, but he grins, his confidence kicking in as he steps back to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion. “think the camera’s getting my good side?”

“all your sides are good,” you shoot back, but your teasing falters when he reaches for your shorts, his fingers slow and deliberate as he slides them down your hips.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, reverent. “like, seriously. it’s unfair.”

seokmin’s breath is hot against your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he pulls you closer, bending you over the edge of the bed with a teasing chuckle. “you’re gonna look so good on camera.”

you shiver, the weight of his words making your knees weak, but he doesn’t let you collapse just yet. his palm glides down your spine, before he stops to spread you open with his hands.

“stay still,” he commands softly, and then—spit.

the sound is obscene, deliberate, and you gasp when it lands, cool and wet, right on your entrance, the spit glistening on your pussy. his fingers move to spread it around, teasing you in lazy circles until you’re arching back into his touch, whining.

“needy already?” he taunts, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank your head back gently. the stretch makes you gasp, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he laughs. “you better give the mic something to pick up, baby.”

he doesn’t wait for a response—just lines himself up and pushes in, letting the stretch pull a desperate moan from you. but it’s seokmin, and he never stays sweet for long. his hips snap forward, hard, and your gasp echoes through the room. “there it is,” he groans. his grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to look at the camera. “you hear yourself, huh? you sound so pretty. think they’ll hear that wet little noise when I do this?”

he thrusts harder, angling his hips so the slap of skin fills the room, the camera capturing every second. your hands grip the sheets for dear life, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as he keeps hitting that perfect spot, over and over. “moan for me, baby,” he demands, his voice rough and strained, “louder. let me hear you.” when you don’t immediately comply, his free hand slides around your waist, pressing down on your stomach to make you feel everything. “c’mon,” he coos, “don’t be shy. it’s just me and the camera.”

his teasing, his relentless thrusts, the filthy noises—it’s too much. you cry out, and he rewards you with a low, guttural moan in your ear. “fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “you sound so fucking good, baby. can’t wait to watch this later, see how fucking ruined you look.” his words send a thrill down your spine, and you clench around him, pulling a choked gasp from his lips. “you like that?” he rasps, his hips stuttering slightly as he adjusts his grip on your hair. “you’re so fucking tight—shit. gonna make me cum just thinking about this later.”

the thought of him rewatching this—watching you cum on his cock, hearing your desperate moans—has him thrusting even harder, his moans spilling out freely now. and when he finally pulls you up, flush against his chest, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to look into the camera, you’re both so far gone that you don’t even care how loud you’re being anymore.

[warakami-vaporwave]

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