Hi there, here’s a little about me:
- French woman, 40+, girlfriend and mom
- love movies
- listen to #SKZ / Ult: #BangChan
- I’m boycotting LADS until #Valko returns; crazy about #Sylus and #Xavier, and big crush for #Caleb and #Zayne
- write #fanfics a little… risqué
Enjoy!
Fans of the Love and Deepspace Otome Game have taken over Cologne Airport (and more) during gamescom to ask for the return of Valko, a character canceled following massive backlash in China.🐺
https://t.co/zqzLdl1YVm
What do you do when you're bored? I read about wolves.
And I wonder: like any self-respecting wolf, what if he had been born in April or May?
(I prefer May—it's my birth month 😏)
#BringBackVako#Valkois6th
Am I ovulating or something like that? I have so many ideas swirling around in my head...
If I write a new story, who would you like it to be about? Note: There are 2 posts for your choices.
🌶️He’s been locked away in his study for hours, catching up on a very important work of his. You’ve tried being really patient, but the ache for his attention has grown too heavy to ignore. You slip inside his room, your hands find his shoulders, thumbs working slow into his tight muscles. He hums, low and distracted, but still typing.
Encouraged, you lean closer and gently sink your teeth into the shell of his ear. He jolts, head snapping toward you with a flash of annoyance. The look softens instantly into a crooked smirk.
“Little menace,” he mutters, voice warm despite the scolding.
Before you can answer, he stands, scoops you up and carries you straight to the bedroom. The mattress dips under both of you. With a flick of his evol, soft restraints bloom around your wrists and settle against the headboard firm enough to hold yet gentle enough that you barely feel the pressure of the cuffs.
He leans over you, nose tracing lazy paths along the side of your neck. You tilt your head, offering more, silently pleading for the press of his lips. He only smiles against your skin, refuses the invitation, and pulls away.
A moment later he’s back with his laptop, settling beside you on the bed. The screen lights up his face as he types a few more lines.
“Just fifteen minutes more, pancake,” he says, glancing sideways with a wink. “Can you hold on for that long?”
To make the “wait” more interesting, his fluffy tail slides beneath the hem of your nightgown, fur teasing circles between your thighs and right over your panties just enough to keep you thinking about the minutes still left on the clock, making fifteen minutes feel like a very long wait.
#BringValkoBack