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Happy birthday to best husband and father in the world...my dear zayne

you look happier... and that’s all I ever wished for

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boyfriend mode activated (..◜ᴗ◝..)

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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸) | Catch22!LADS sending you a picture of themselves

warnings: Tomorrow's Catch 22 alternate universe, allusions to darker themes (toxic relationships, breaking and entering, non-con esque themes), vaguely suggestive for caleb but YOU can decide whether or not you guys had sex, yandere part 1 here

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── hermit (xavier)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── galen (zayne)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── tamino (rafayel)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── tartarus (sylus)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── perses (caleb)

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 | Catch22!LADS

warnings: Tomorrow's Catch 22 alternate universe, allusions to darker themes (torture, kidnapping, stalking, mass terrorism, murder), the first of hopefully many (which will have darker themes, be warned), yandere!!

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── hermit (xavier)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── galen (zayne)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── tamino (rafayel)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── tartarus (sylus)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── perses (caleb)

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My pookie ✨️🪐🌠

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Perfect Timing 🐣

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gothic aesthetic that we deserve. destined to be a babygirl, forced to be the king of darknight

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What if the boys had to come pick you up?

Part 4 of 5

XAVIER

SFW, alcohol and drunkenness, this one is really cute okay, so much flirting, altogether pretty fluffy honestly, there’s no hurt in this one, surprising I know,

💫🍖💜

“XAVIER!!!”

Your cries, mixed in with the rest of the group of girls, startle Xavier so badly he jerks back into the door he’d just come through. Wide, sparkly blue eyes quickly catch yours, and the infectious grin on your face spreads to him.

You were very drunk, and having quite a good time on your girls night, apparently.

…. You also didn’t look ready to go home.

Xavier realizes too late that the text for help was a trap.

“You’re the only one of our boyfriends that’s cool enough for girls’ night.” Tara whines, slumping into Xavier’s side as he sits between you and her. You throw your arms around his shoulders, and suddenly Xavier’s using every bit of his core strength to keep the three of you from toppling over.

He chuckles, and carefully props you both back up to sit independently. “Am I? I’m honored.”

Giggles resound around the table, and the chatter starts back up again. Tara continues complaining about some guy at the association that she wants, but ‘won’t get the hint’. Xavier makes a mental note to nudge him in Tara’s direction next time he sees him- the guy’s pretty oblivious.

“Xaviiii~” you drunkenly call to him. Xavier counts the bottles around your plate, eyebrows lifting. It’s impressive, honestly- but your head is so going to hurt in the morning. He makes a mental note to order hangover soup for breakfast.

“Yes, starlight?” He responds patiently, smiling down at you. You’re leaning against him again, smiling up at him with a look in your eye that spells trouble.

He’s kind of expecting it when you paw at him through his jeans. He really hopes no one notices the way his ears go pink at the tips as he hastily grabs your hands.

“You’re trouble, starlight.” He scolds, but there’s no heat behind his words, and his eyes are crinkling at the edges the way they do when he’s trying not to smile. You lean into him, pressing a sloppy smooch to the corner of his lips.

“Maybe, but I’m your trouble.” You flirt. He lets you pull your hands away, and they instead go to wrap around his arm. You snuggle into his side, happily nuzzling your face into the crux of his throat.

“Yes you are”. Xavier chuckles.

“Oh, boooo!! Look at these two! We have a couple of lovebirds over here!” Tara yells, drawing the attention of the group. Similiar shouts ring out around the table, accompanied by laughter, and you stick your tongue out at them.

Xavier laughs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. How about another round, and more food? I’ll get it.”

Xavier waves the waiter over, and places the orders. He makes sure to include water, and items good for absorbing the alcohol in their stomachs. They were all going to hate their lives and choices in the morning, but hopefully this would help.

He can see you fading quickly beside him. Perhaps you weren’t as far off from ending the night as he’d initially thought. Your eyelids were drooping, though the smile on your face never wavered, and you continued to nurse the bottle in your hand. Even as you leaned more and more heavily into Xavier’s side, you didn’t give up.

He figured you’d probably fall asleep right there at the table before actually calling it a night. He curls an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer into him. The quicker he could lure you into sleep’s embrace, the quicker he could follow you there.

He liked your friends, really. It was always fun to hang around with them, tonight included. But your shared bed was calling Xavier’s name, and you both had a day off tomorrow he couldn’t wait to get started on.

His orders arrive, and Xavier pointedly doesn’t sit any new alcohol in front of you. He doesn’t think you even notice, even as the others around the table pop caps off bottles in increasingly theatrical ways. He even joins in, letting the alcohol warm his bones as he digs into the meat dishes. Occasionally, he feeds small chunks to you, having to tap your cheek to get your eyes to open wider and notice the fork in front of your face.

He finally decides to end the night when you nearly slide off his shoulder, and your seat. He’s quick to slip a few hundred bucks into Tara’s hand with a meaningful look, before bidding the rest of the group goodnight.

He lets you stumble your way out of the restaurant on your own two legs with his guidance, but as soon as you’re outside, he’s swinging you up into his arms bridal style. You giggle softly, and he can’t help but smile back, nuzzling your face. You kiss him, missing his lips by a few inches but that’s okay. He knows how to course-correct.

He teleports to his balcony and walks into his apartment, having left the doors open to let the cool night air in. He helps you change into a tshirt of his, then strips out of his own clothes and joins you in the bed. Like this, you’re delightfully soft and warm, and he clings to you. Legs intertwine, and he pulls you almost on top of him. Soft kisses get rained across his chest and collar, and he returns the favor across your temple and crown.

“G’night, Lumi.” You can’t quell your giggles as you use ‘the forbidden nickname’. Xavier rolls his eyes and squeezes you tightly until you screech and wriggle, laughing harder.

“I’m sorry, starlight, what was that? I don’t know who ‘Lumi’ is.” He deadpans.

“Oh, really? He’s this suuuper cute- ah! No! Stop!”

Xavier tickles you mercilessly, not letting you finish. “Super cute, huh? Cuter than your boyfriend, who is lying right next to you? I’d be careful with who you call cute, my star.” Xavier growls playfully. You shriek and try to wriggle away from his hands, but it’s no use until he grants mercy himself.

“Fine! Fine! Mercy!” You cry out after a minute, and he lets up, letting you breathe finally. Giggles still wrack you as you try to gather yourself.

“Now, whats my name?”

“Hmmmm…. I dunno- wait! Wait!” Xavier’s hands hover threateningly around your waist. His narrowed eyes watch your delighted face carefully.

You lean in to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. You stay close like that as you speak, lips brushing against his.

“You’re Xavi, my partner in life. My starshine.” You murmur, and you can feel him relax under you. His hands ease from tickle-claws, and instead slide warmly across your back and ribs.

“That’s better.” He mumbles grumpily, stealing more kisses in compensation for his distress. “Now, sleep.”

“So demanding.” You snicker, and he just nods, already drifting off. You press one last kiss to the corner of his mouth, then snuggle in. You pull the covers up over you both, tucking your hands around Xavier and beneath his back. Not even 5 minutes later, you’re out like a light.

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“if you’re going to let them watch,” he said, voice low, deliberate, “they’ll watch you on my cock. they’ll know you’re taken. every single one of them.”

the stream light blinked red in the corner, the little notification meaning thousands of eyes were already on you. but sylus didn’t care. he was behind you, looming, his hands already tugging your shirt up and over your head like the camera wasn’t even there.

“you think they matter?” his voice was low, rough against your ear as he bent you forward into the chair. “all those idiots jerking off to you right now… they can stare all night, and they’ll never touch you. never get to feel how tight this little cunt squeezes.”

you whimpered, face burning, but the camera caught the arch of your back, the curve of your ass as sylus dragged your shorts down. his cock slid against your folds, hot and heavy, teasing.

“poor bastards,” he rasped, pressing forward until the head sank into you. your body jolted, thighs trembling as he stretched you open slow, deliberate. “they pay to see you play with yourself, and here you are—taking me so deep you can barely breathe.”

your moans and yelps only grow louder; the way sylus fucked you raw in front of your fans was so fucking arousing.

“louder,” he ordered, hand fisting in your hair to turn your face toward the lens. “let them see how fucked-out you get for me. let them know you don’t need their money—you’ve got me splitting you open every night.”

your nails clawed into the armrests, head falling back against his shoulder when he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. he groaned, savoring the way you trembled around him.

“fuck—look at you. all pretty like a painting” “all just for me."

he moved, steady thrusts that rocked the chair, the wet slap of your bodies colliding echoing in the room. you tried to stay quiet, to keep your voice soft the way you usually did on camera, but sylus wasn’t having it.

“louder,” he ordered, hand fisting in your hair to turn your face toward the lens. “let them see how fucked-out you get for me. let them know you don’t need their money—you’ve got me splitting you open every night.”

your moans spilled raw and broken, your body giving out as he pounded harder, deeper, fucking you into the seat until tears welled in your eyes.

“that’s it,” he growled, chest slick with sweat against your back. “cry for me. they’d give everything they own for one taste, and all they’ll ever get is the sight of me filling your pretty pussy up.”

sylus smirked, sweat dripping down his temple, silver hair sticking to his forehead. “they’re paying to watch you sob on my cock,” he whispered, voice thick with arousal. “good little slut loves attention,”

his hand slid down, pressing hard against your stomach so you could feel how deep he was. you choked on a sob, the sensation too much, your cunt fluttering wildly around him.

“tell them who makes you feel this good,” sylus whispered harshly, fingers digging into your hip.

“you—ahh, sylus-” your eyesight was dimming, thighs shook from the impending heat coming from your core.

“gonna cum already?” he taunted, voice dripping filth. “you’re so desperate for me you can’t even hold it in. go on then—cum on my cock while they watch. let them know whose toy you are.”

your climax hit hard, body seizing, slick gushing around him in a messy rush. sylus groaned, pounding through your release before pulling you up against his chest, fucking you from below until his hips stuttered.

he shoved himself deep, grinding as he emptied inside you, his voice a dark rasp in your ear. “there it is. my cum. not theirs. mine. they can jerk themselves raw, but they’ll never see you like this—full of me.”

the camera kept rolling, red light burning steady. but you were too far gone, slumped against sylus, his arms caging you in as if daring anyone on the other side of the screen to forget who you belonged to.

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Post Bliss ✨

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sylus being so attuned to mcs needs and being content with just her company is so unspeakably hot actually

he was being pestered by that aether core for days, slept in the same bed as mc and didnt even touch her without her innitiative

was almost flawlessly composed while mc resonating with him briefly affected her considerably, showing just how potent that desire was

sylus would not survive a fuck or die situation, cause hed be so busy being happy to be near his wife, hed let whatever affliction burn him alive than even hint at doing anything that might even unintentionally pressure the love of his life into physical intimacy

like, its not even self-control, theres just no love purer than his

MY MAAANNNNNNNNNNNN

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Thigh riding Xavier

mdni! | Quick drabble!!!

Xavier loves having sweet moments with you. Except hes more into having long makeout sessions.

Heavy breathing, moaning into the kisses, tongues colliding. His hands roam your body, caressing every inch of you. Pulling you closer by the neck, his other hand on your waist slowly inching down towards your ass.

The lights are off, its just you and him sitting in his living room couch. He was about to go to bed, except you walked over to him, feeling needy.

One thing lead to another and there you are, straddling his waist, one hand on his chest and the other palming his hard cock through his sweat pants.

In between kisses he lets out soft whimpers. “Mm… feels good.” His eyes squinting at the feeling of pleasure. The soft sounds he was making turned you on. You started to feel yourself getting wetter. Subtly grinding on his thigh.

Xaviers eyes darkened, glowing that pretty shade of blue in the moonlight that shone in. “Using me to get off huh?” You look back into his eyes, grinding on him a bit harder. Biting your lip, you nod, nuzzling into his neck breathing in his scent.

“Keep going.. Use me until you cum all over me baby.” His deep voice stirring arousal in you. Everything about this moment was so intimate. The way your bodies are so close, his low tone of voice guiding you and telling you what to do.

As you continue to grind against his leg, the pressure stimulating your clit. It was so sensitive and as xavier held on to your hips to help you, it drove you crazy. The feeling was so good. Xavier kisses your jaw and then your neck. “Good girl..”

The feeling started to bundle up in your stomach. About to release any second. “xavier… im gonna..”

He interrupts you. “Cum for me pretty girl..” he bounces his leg up and down as his leg movement causes a vibration that causes you to cum immediately. “Ah..Xavier.. im coming.” You say moaning out his name, exchanging soft whimpers as you continue to ride his thigh, cupping his face kissing him. Once you finally ride out your climax, you pull away from the kiss. A string of saliva connecting your lips together.

His eyes filled with need for you, his cock throbbing, begging to be inside of you. “Lets go to the room hmm?” He lifts you up from the couch, kissing you again as he leads you to the bedroom where you continue your “activities”.

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Hii! Can we see clingy Mc? Trying to goad the guys into coming home so they can cuddle and maybe have a date at home :)♥️

(𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦) 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 | LADS + when you're clingy

warnings: fluff, sex mention (xavier), vague implications that sylus knows what you're doing (mephie surveillance), happy birthday my zaynie my love..

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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You didn’t mean to ignore Sylus, but you did. Out of habit you ignored everyone during times like these. You needed the time alone, time to recharge, then you could come back like nothing happened.

You met reality again when after a long day of work you found Mephisto perched on your balcony. You turned to the caw. “Mephisto?” You strided toward the glass door, feet dragging from fatigue and you flicked the lock. A gentle tug on the handle and Linkon’s night air blew across your face. Before you could interrogate Mephsito you saw a familiar bike and a familiar form. Sylus, leisurely leaning across the bike, elbows on the handles, like he wasn’t a wanted criminal casually parked in a residential area in Linkon.

Guilt hit you in the gut when you remembered the text messages from Sylus you kept ignoring the past week.

02:31

I noticed something was missing from my closet. I hope my sweater keeps you company.  Though, I’d like to ask why you’d settle for that instead of the real deal.

23:57

Your password creation skills need some work, sweetie. I will applaud you on your creativity however. “Mesph!stoisann0ying” and “voulezvouscoucheravecmoiSylus”. Too bad Luke and Kieran got them first try when they realized someone changed the passwords to our armories.

You locked eye contact with Sylus and you froze on the spot. He raised his arm and made a small gesture. Come here. You chewed on your lip and turned around to re-enter your apartment—not without sending Mephisto your usual glare of course—in search of the sweater you stole from Sylus’s closet. As you rummaged your apartment you forced your brain to come up with a believable excuse for why you’d been ignoring Sylus. 

You were sick? Being sick didn’t necessarily mean you couldn’t respond to his texts, especially if you were home. Away on Hunter business? If he suspected you were ignoring him he probably would’ve sent Mephisto to your place to check if you really were on business. Too risky. Accidentally dropped your phone in water? Couldn’t get it repaired until today? Probably the most believable, but then you’d have to deal with his teasing. You could hear his chuckle, could imagine the smirk in his voice as you refused to look at him because of your embarrassment as he said, “You’re combat trained, you fight Wanderers…and yet you accidently drop your phone in water.”

The thought made you realize how much you missed Sylus despite it only being a week. A part of you wondered why you tortured yourself like this. Pushing Sylus away to silently deal with your own complex emotions. Hoping a hole would suddenly appear beneath you and simply engulf you so you could hide; hide away from the feelings of shame, guilt and gut wrenching self-loathing that prevented you from doing anything productive.

But amongst the ugliness was a small voice that wondered what would happen if you told Sylus, if you confided in him. Would he embrace you? Comfort you? Would he push you away? Call you weak and pathetic?

No. This was Sylus. He would never say that. Sylus would—

You pushed the thoughts away that often had you playing an endless game of tug-of-war with yourself. You exhaled harshly and rubbed the back of your neck.

Amidst the chaos of your thoughts you finally found the gray cashmere sweater you stole from Sylus. It only took three trips back and forth from your bedroom to main living area to find it. You snatched it, quickly slipped your feet in some comfy slippers and ran out the door.

You slowly approached Sylus with the sweater in hand and the best fake smile you could muster. “Hey, sorry. I accidentally dropped my pho—”

“Get on.” You watched as Sylus ignited the engine and the bike awoke with a rumbling roar.

“Huh?” You stood there dumbfounded, hand slightly outstretched, still intending to give Sylus his sweater back.

The man eyed the sweater and gently shook his head with a slight smirk before he threw his leg over the side of the bike, approaching you. He gently took the sweater from your hand and slipped it over your head. “It’s cold tonight, you’ll need this.” His eyes fell to your fuzzy slippers.

“Are we going somewhere—" The question turned into a surprised squeak as Sylus lifted you off the ground with ease. One hand under your knees and the other on your back as he set you down on the bike.

Sylus reached down to your feet. “These are going to fly off. Let me.” He slid your slippers off, exposing your toes to the cold air. “Mephisto will place these on your balcony.”

“Like hell he will! He’s going to throw them in the bushes—” The pad of his finger silenced your protest.

“I suppose I should be glad you still have the energy to argue,” he said softly as he placed your slippers on the ground.

You threw a leg over the other side of the bike, settling in the back seat as Sylus settled in the front. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your fingers intertwining across his abs. “You didn’t answer my question,” you said over his shoulder. Without a word he lifted the kickstand with his foot. “Wait—no helmet—?!” Sylus sped off out of the residential area.

“I’m assuming we’re going to the base?” You finally said once you both stopped at a red light.

“We’re going nowhere."

“What? Then why did you suddenly show up and demand I get on the bike with you?”

“You’re smart, kitten. Use that hunter brain of yours.” The light turned green and he started forward.

You huffed and rested your head against his broad back. Minutes went by and it seemed there truly wasn’t a final destination. Sylus zipped past Linkon’s streets, rarely taking turns and instead choosing to remain on a steady course straight. 

You did not in fact use your hunter brain to figure out Sylus’s intentions and instead chose to mull over whether or not to push Sylus further for an answer. You entertained the thought. In the time you’ve known Sylus you realized he never got mad, at you anyway, and rarely did he get annoyed either. “Sylus?” You decided to test the waters. When he didn’t respond you assumed it was safe. “Are we there yet?” He still didn’t respond. A few more stops at red lights later and you decided to try again. “Are we going to get more skincare products?” You teased. “I think they’re closed.”

You tried again, and again, and yet again, but still got no answer from Sylus. In between you started counting the minutes. Five minutes…ten minutes…fifteen minutes…When twenty minutes flew by your patience was at its limit. “Sylus, please, just tell me why you’re doing this. It’s late and I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed. I’m not nocturnal like you.” Still no answer from the man. A week of not talking and this is what he does. You let out a controlled exhale of frustration and your head fell back to the space between his shoulders a little too harshly. You knew that he knew you were irritated and you debated whether or not to simply jump off the bike.

But frustration was soon replaced by sleepiness. The past week’s emotional rollercoaster finally took a toll on your body and you closed your eyes and half prayed you didn’t accidentally fall asleep and fall off the back of a moving bike (despite contemplating whether to jump off just prior).

And for a brief moment, as your muscles relaxed, as your thoughts quieted, as the rumble of the bike beneath you turned into a gentle humming and the world seemed to fall away. The lights from Linkon buildings seemed to dim as you passed by. The cold, harsh air turned into a gentle, lulling breeze across your face. You focused on the feeling of Sylus. The trust you placed him as he drove through Linkon. The feel of his strong body in your arms. A smell that is undeniably him. Your arms tightened around him and you nuzzled into his back. You opened your eyes—

And everything came back. The harsh Linkon air. The lights of Linkon buildings. The rumbling of Sylus’s bike. The presence of other cars and people around you. You looked around and realized you were both stopped at a red light. 

You made a small sound in the back of your throat, something akin to a sound of surprise. As if you saw something you had not seen before.

“Did you find something interesting, sweetie?” Sylus’s voice could be heard over the rumbling of the bike.

You smiled gently and closed your eyes, your head found its way into the comfortable curve between his shoulder blades. “I am a smart hunter,” you mumbled softly, sleep overtaking your body once again.

You relaxed your body, searching and falling into that newly discovered trance. Your muscles relaxed, your thoughts quieted, the rumbling turned into humming. The lights dimmed and the breeze came back.

And you focused on nothing but Sylus.

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Mmhh

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My baby 🥹

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Awwweeeeeeeeee 😭

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