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Ts looks cute

Why's Xavier looking at us like it's our fault

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Prompt; The LADS accidentally walk in on you changing.

Caleb - The quick knock at your bedroom door hardly allows you time to respond before the handle turns. “Hey pipsqueak, I know you care about matching, but are you almost d--” He gets exactly one step past the doorway, one quick glance, and he’s frozen in place.

You’re quick to cover yourself and instinctively whip the nearest item, a pillow, at him. “Caleb! Get out!” The pillow hits his leg and snaps him out of his daze, and he hastily removes himself from your space. He can’t even bring himself to apologize.

His back presses to the outside of your door and his knees give out. His breathing is shaky. A hand runs down his warm face and stops at his chest, clutching the area above his racing heart. “Dummy! Jerk!” He hears you cussing him out from within your room, but he doesn’t care, not after witnessing such a beautiful image that’s bound to play in his head over and over again.

Rafayel - In his defence, he wasn’t expecting you to be changing midday, let alone in his own house. “Cutie, do you-- uh…” And just like that he’s rooted to the spot. Are you… glowing? Is that something humans can do, or are you simply so stunning even the sunlight is on your side?

“Cute…” He mumbled under his breath. His eyes trail all over you until landing on your beautiful face. The tense set of your jaw and pretty tint of red filling your cheeks is enough to snap him back to reality. “Ah! Uh… s-sorry, sorry!” He awkwardly fumbles out of his own room while keeping his gaze down, ears bright red.

Once you’re dressed he doesn’t hold up much better considering you’re flaunting around in one of his painting shirts, radiating like an absolute vision.

Zayne - He’s gotten too comfortable with you. In no other universe with anyone else would he dare to welcome himself into a room when the door is closed shut. “I apologize for returning late,” His sentence is cut short at the sight of you. Vulnerable, soft, delectable.

However, just as quickly as he entered, he exits equally as fast. Not a word is uttered, a sneaky glance isn’t taken, he’s just gone. As soon as you’re decent you open the door and poke your head out. He didn’t go far. His back is pressed against the wall across from you and he���s looking down. Dark green eyes shoot up, scan your face, and dart off to the side. He clears his throat, “I… Sorry. I should have knocked.”

Your head tilts to the side. “…Zayne, are your ears red?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t need to.

Sylus - It was your own fault. Sylus wouldn’t slip up like that, because beneath the surface he’s surprisingly strict about respecting your privacy and boundaries. Mephisto is for your safety, not for being a creep. So, when he accidentally stumbles upon you in a state of undress, in his own bedroom, he’s unsure how to react. Is this a seductive teasing attempt on your end? Or perhaps you’re simply comfortable around him?

His eyes widen a fraction. You’re so ethereal. Though he cocks his head at the freeze response you’re giving. “Sorry.” He places a hand over his eyes while leaving. A few minutes pass when you hear a knock at the door followed by a tender, “Can I come in now?” When you tell him ‘yes’, he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You’re still willing to accept him into your space and that’s more than enough for him.

Xavier - He just wanted to sleep with you, and no, not in that way. He’s tired, he had a long day, and you promised to rest with him. Snuggle, hold each other close, watch something on your laptop while your eyes grow heavy… yet you’re taking so long in your bedroom. He’s aware he should have been more considerate, even in his groggy state, but he doesn’t think twice when calling your name while pushing your door open. It was already ajar, so he wasn’t expecting you to be changing.

He lets out a breath at the sight of you. “You’re… luminous.” His pale features gradually redden. He shakes his head and steps back, clicking the door shut. You hear his muffled voice from the other side, “I’m sorry. The door was cracked open, so I thought you were making your bed.” Despite the heat raising to your own cheeks you sheepishly tell him, “You’re… It’s okay. I should’ve made sure it was shut.” Silence, then a quiet, “…You’re beautiful.” You chuckle, “Thank you, Xavier.” He goes on, “So beautiful.”

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Prompt; The LADS and how they respond when mc is hungry in the middle of the night.

Caleb - Your insistent nudging is what wakes up. “Mh…” He sighs before his eyes even open, “Let me guess. You’re hungry.” You don’t even get to ask him how the hell he knew before he switches into a groggy lecture mode, “I told you, you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t finish the breakfast I made and you barely picked at your dinner.” You huff and he chuckles. “Come on,” Your gathered into his arms and lifted off the mattress before you can pick a fight. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go to bed grumpy and hungry? Let’s get you something light to eat, then I can make a hearty breakfast in the morning.”

Rafayel - To say he doesn’t appreciate being awoken is an understatement. He’s whiny and grumbly in his half conscious state, holding you tightly, and mumbling at you to stop thrashing. “I’m--” Your stomach growls, “…hungry.” A silence follows until his eyes open up. The way he looks at you has your ears feeling hot. He sighs, “I get that I’m a fish, but you don’t have to fantasize about eating me.” You scoff and hit his chest. “Ouch! I yield, I yield! Please spare me and I’ll make you the yummiest sandwich imaginable, I promise!” Though his dramatics are endearing, the hangry part of you nips at his cheek.

Zayne - When he’s awoken to your quiet, “Zayne, I’m hungry.” He wordlessly opens his tired eyes and looks over at you. After what feels like an eternity of a stare down he says, “I’m not sure what you want me to do about it.” You frown at him, “I wanted a companion in the kitchen with me.” He sits up and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Maintaining balanced eating throughout the day would help so this doesn’t happen again in the future.” You blink up at him, “Right… remind me what’s so balanced about eating pastries and drinking milk tea throughout the day?” His own stomach growls and it really drives home the checkmate you just served. At least he accepts his defeat with grace.

Xavier - Very quietly, you slip out of bed. Very quietly, you’re mindful of all your actions that lead you to the kitchen. You avoid the squeaky parts of the floor, you open and close everything extremely slowly, and most importantly you don’t make a peep. Neither does Xavier, hence why you feel your soul leave your body and curse in surprise when the kitchen light suddenly turns on. “What are you doing?” He stands there, menacingly, and observes you. “Xavier! Geez! I-I’m just hungry.” He frowns a little at this, “…You could have told me. I can make something for you--” You’re quick to cut him off, “No, no! That’s okay, thank you. I’ve got it.” He closes in on your personal space to hug your waist and nuzzles your neck. “Then I’ll keep you company.”

Sylus - He’s awake, you’re awake. Both of you are awake. Your sleep schedules are shit. You’re mindlessly watching him with heavy eyelids while he cleans his gun. His shoulder nudges your’s, “If you’re tired you should get some sleep.” You mumble back, “I’m too hungry to sleep.” He pauses, regards you, then gets to his feet. “I don’t want your cooking.” You can hear him click his tongue from the kitchen, his tone amused, “Oh, no? That’s too bad, considering the chef isn’t back until noon.” You fire back, “I can wait until then.” Sylus merely hums. “Alright. Then I’ll only make enough for myself.” He’s bluffing, you can feel it in your bones. Regardless, you regrettably glance his way just to be met with his stupid smug grin and two servings of food being prepared.

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— s is for safe

you woke up to the sound of his fast, shallow breathing.

“sylus,” you whispered, already reaching for him.

he flinched under your touch. eyes still shut tight, brow creased and jaw clenched. his back was slick with sweat, fists twisted in the sheets. he was somewhere else.

“sylus,” you said again, softer this time, your hand cupping his cheek. “it’s okay. you’re home. you’re safe.”

he woke with a jolt. his shoulders were tense, eyes wide and wild. for a moment, he looked straight through you. then slowly, slowly, he blinked and came back.

“…hey,” you whispered.

he didn’t say anything. his throat worked hard around a word that never came. you didn’t ask. you didn’t need to. you just opened your arms and after a moment, he collapsed into them.

he buried his face against your neck like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. his arms wrapped around your waist too tight, like he was scared you might disappear too.

you ran your fingers through his hair, slow and steady, grounding him. his breath hitched again.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured finally. his voice was hoarse and unusual small.

“you didn’t,” you lied.

he gave a broken little laugh into your skin. “liar.”

you pulled him closer. “you don’t have to apologize for having nightmares, sylus.”

“i hate that you see me like this.”

“i love seeing you like this.”

he froze. you didn’t stop touching him. your fingers combed gently through his hair, your other hand tracing lazy circles on his back.

“i love seeing the real you,” you said quietly. “even when you’re hurting. especially then.”

he didn’t speak and pressed closer, like he wanted to crawl inside your ribcage and stay there. you kissed the crown of his head.

“you’re safe here,” you whispered. “you don’t have to fight when you’re with me.”

his arms tightened. you felt his breath shudder once, then again. his whole body trembled like he was trying not to fall apart.

“you’re safe,” you said firmer now. “i’ve got you. i’m not letting go.”

“…you promise?” it came out so quiet you barely heard it.

“i promise,” you whispered. “as long as you want me, i’ll stay.”

he didn’t say anything. just held you like the words had cracked something open inside him. eventually, his breathing slowed. his grip softened. and for the first time in what felt like forever, sylus fell asleep in your arms without a weapon under his pillow.

because you were there and he was safe.

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1000 followers celebration <3 - request 3/10

sylus knelt in front of you, hands trembling slightly as he held the ring box open. he had rehearsed it. the whole thing. three times. precise words. calm tone. just like a mission.

but when he looked up at you—really looked—everything unraveled.

“i…” he began, then swallowed hard. “i thought i could say it all. clean. simple. but…”

his voice broke. your breath caught as he looked down, blinking fast, then back up at you. his eyes were soaked in emotion, shining too much.

“i never planned on needing someone,” he whispered. “and then you came along. and now i—” his jaw clenched. “i can’t do anything without thinking of you.”

you dropped to your knees in front of him, hands cupping his face.

“i love you so much it scares me,” he choked, finally cracking. “i want to spend every day proving i’m good enough for you.” he opened the box with shaking fingers. “will you marry me?”

you nodded, crying, saying yes yes yes, and he exhaled, forehead dropping to yours in relief, a shaky, silent kiss pressing against your lips. he didn’t say much else. but when he slipped the ring on your finger, his hand wouldn’t stop shaking, and his heart had never beat louder.

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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘵 | LADS + when they send you a picture of themself

warnings: humor, suggestive (sylus), all creds to owners for the pics, self indulgent a bit lol

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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you lay still, eyes wide in the dark again. the clock ticked past 2am, the world outside silent, but your mind wouldn’t stop racing. thoughts pressed against your skull like static, too fast, too loud. sleep felt like a distant, cruel thing.

sylus stirred beside you. without a word he rolled over and pulled you into his arms. “i heard your breathing change,” he murmured against your hair, voice hushed and low.

“i didn’t want to wake you…”

“you didn’t,” he said gently. “you don’t need to pretend when it’s you and me.”

you melted into his chest, the thrum of his heartbeat slow and steady. his hand ran up and down your back in slow, grounding strokes.

“i just… i can’t shut my brain off.”

“i know,” he whispered. “so let’s not fight it. let’s just… be awake together.”

he didn’t offer fixes. just wrapped himself tighter around you, murmuring soft nothings and quiet affirmations of safety, of presence, of love. “i’ll stay up with you,” he whispered against your forehead. “every night if i have to.”

and somehow, under the rhythm of his voice and the weight of his arms, the chaos inside you slowed. and finally… you slept.

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✴︎ MORNING SEX

જ⁀➴ The LADS guys wake up horny and make it your problem.

ﾉ including: Xavier / Zayne / Rafayel / Sylus

ﾉ cw: fem!reader, morning sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, thigh fucking, creampies, cum eating, consent checks (no somno)

ﾉ notes: this wasn't planned but it just happened.... || TAGLIST

જ⁀➴ Xavier:

♡ Xavier really likes giving and receiving oral - especially in the mornings.

♡ It's just too good when he wakes up with your mouth wrapped around his half hard cock, feeling it growing fully hard in your mouth.

♡ When you wake up and can feel him pressed against your butt with the way he's holding you, you smirk to yourself. Someone was having a good dream, eh?

♡ You thought about letting him sleep peacefully at first, but the longer you two stayed in bed like that, the harder it got to ignore (quite literally).

♡ When you finally had enough, you turned around in his arms and started peppering kisses over his collarbones until you heard him groan tiredly.

♡ "Wanna wake you up properly," you mumble against his skin and you can feel the goosebumps forming on his skin before his cock twitches against your belly while he gives you a tired nod.

♡ Your kisses slowly descended downwards until you reached the hem of his sweatpants, which you pulled down without hesitation.

♡ The sight was a truly beautiful one, Xavier's pale cock was just waiting for your tongue to run over his veins, for your lips to wrap around his sensitive tip and you didn't even want to make him wait.

♡ Lazily, you ran your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft and along the thick vein there before taking his tip in your mouth.

♡ Your tongue lapped at his frenulum before sinking down your head until all of it was buried inside your mouth and throat.

♡ Xavier's eyes shut even tighter and he let out a soft mewl at how good you made him feel even when he was still half asleep.

♡ In his sleepy haze it never took more than a few minutes until you could feel his cock twitch desperately, so you doubled your efforts, needing him to paint your tongue with his seed.

♡ With a silent moan, he released inside your mouth, his hands gripping the pillow beneath his head tightly when you kept suckling his tip even after he came.

♡ Once you had your fill, you made sure to release his softening cock with a lewd pop and pressed a sweet kiss onto his hip bone. "Good morning to you, handsome," you mused and cuddled back up to him.

♡ Xavier would make sure to repay the favor once he's fully awake.

જ⁀➴ Zayne:

♡ Zayne absolutely hates lounging around in bed in the mornings, having his set morning routine - but sometimes he can't resist holding you close just for five more minutes.

♡ Especially if you wear a shirt of his and nothing else. How is he supposed to leave you in bed like that?

♡ You lay on your stomach, one leg raised ever so slightly and his shirt rose up over your hips so the globes of your ass were fully visible.

♡ He groans silently and pulls you against his chest so you two are spooning. Slowly, his hands travel over your body in a respectful manner until your eyes flutter open, a small yawn escaping your lips.

♡ "Good morning, beautiful." His voice is still hoarse from sleep, but his lips feel warm against your shoulder when he leaves a kiss there.

♡ One of his hands travels towards your hip and gives it a gentle squeeze before sliding over your thigh, stopping right before your core, a silent question for consent and you nod tiredly, hooking one leg over his to give him access.

♡ This was all Zayne needed, fingers gently gliding through your folds to play with your clit while his hips rut against you until you mewl for him, eager to feel him inside of you.

♡ Zayne pulled down his sleep shorts just enough to free his aching length before letting it glide through your by now drenched folds, gathering your arousal before slipping inside of you.

♡ It's not rough, it's slow and loving. His hips roll against yours almost in a tired fashion, but he holds you close by wrapping one arm around you while his other hand stays between your thighs to play with your clit.

♡ It might be lazy morning sex, but your pleasure is still most important to him.

♡ Mornings like that are rare but deeply valued by the both of you.

જ⁀➴ Rafayel:

♡ Rafayel isn't a morning person and likes to lie around in bed even if he does wake up early.

♡ If you're still asleep when he's already out of his little dream world, he likes watching you a lot, burning every little detail of you into his brain.

♡ But if he wakes up needy and you're not awake to help him feel better? He's not above waking you up with whines, shaking you slightly or straight up rutting against you in whatever position you two found yourselves when he woke up.

♡ This morning your plush butt was pressed up against him so beautifully and he couldn't help but roll his hips into you, the friction making him pant heavily.

♡ "Wake up, cutie, you're missing out on the fun," he whines a little, just wanting your attention.

♡ When you finally do wake up, Rafayel kisses your shoulders gently but also leaves small bites behind.

♡ You could feel how desperate he got, his cock was hard as he rubbed it against the globes of your ass, but you were merciful, allowing him to slide it between your thighs.

♡ Your body was already reacting to him before you woke up, your pussy wet and needy when you woke up, which made it much easier for him to fuck your thighs.

♡ The tip of his cock rubs deliciously against your clit with each roll of his hips, making you hide your face in the pillows.

♡ Rafayel's arm snakes around you to play with your boobs, enjoying the sweet sounds you make for him.

♡ It doesn't take long for him to get to the edge, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance now, but not pushing in yet to wait for your permission.

♡ Instead of allowing him to finally fuck you, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips before sinking down on his cock.

♡ Both of you throw your head back when he slides in with ease, but Rafayel can't hold back from releasing immediately, your pussy squeezing him too perfectly.

♡ Once his eyes flutter open and the haze of his orgasm wears off, your hips start to move, causing him to blush furiously at how overwhelming it felt, but he wouldn't want you to stop - you deserve an earth shattering orgasm to start the day too, after all.

જ⁀➴ Sylus:

♡ Sylus is a night owl, so usually he goes to bed when you wake up.

♡ There are some nights when he lies in bed with you regardless, or days when you try to adapt to his sleeping schedule.

♡ But the mornings when he goes to bed are the best because he likes to wake you up and make sure that you have a wonderful start into the day.

♡ He's gentle at first, his big hands caressing your arms before they wander over your torso towards your thighs.

♡ His hands stay respectful until your eyes flutter open - that's where they start to get teasing.

♡ Fingers raking over your inner thighs and kisses following in their wake immediately.

♡ He doesn't need to ask - the way you nod and part your legs so willingly is all the consent he needs to grow bolder with his advances.

♡ When his kisses reached the junction of your thighs, he planted feather like kisses onto your clothed pussy, his tongue gently prodding at the fabric just to have you squirming beneath him.

♡ He didn't make you wait long before his fingers tugged your panties down, flinging them carelessly into the room before continuing to kiss your pretty pussy.

♡ At this point he was making out with your cunt, his tongue circling your clit before applying a little suction.

♡ When your hand started tugging at his white strands, he groaned into your pussy, red eyes looking up to watch you enjoying yourself while his tongue flicked over your clit at the perfect speed.

♡ His fingers soon slip inside of you to make you come undone for him while also prepping you for the main course.

♡ But as always, your pleasure is more important - only after you came at least twice would he think about making you come undone a third time, but this time around his cock.

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– sylus teaching you how to jerk him off  ༯ 

"pump your wrist quicker.. mm yes, good, goood."

you listen to him and move your wrist in a quicker movement, fingers sliding along his hard length, tightening at the tip and then slicking down to the bottom.

desperate whines fill the room, sylus was trying to hold himself back from not making too much noise but it was impossible when you were the one touching him.

"s' this right?" mocking innocence filled your sweet voice, staring up at him with batted lashes.

a broken moan left his lips and he nodded, scooting himself closer to you. long fingers fumbling on your arm, trying to guide you back to the pace he wanted.

"you're doing so good for me, hm? k-keep going.."

addicted by your touch, the warm sparks of your fingertips not listening to his guide and going in the pace you want just made him even closer to release.

"close?"

a chuckle left his lips and he shook his head, trying to deny that you were completely right.

and seconds before you could tease him any further he couldn't hold it in anymore.

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thinking about sylus hovering over you while he’s fingering you oh my gosh

he‘s so much bigger than you, in every freaking sense. his broad shoulders block everything surrounding you, his back covers your torso so easily and his fingers – oh his fingers – pumping in and out of you in such a leisurely manner and yet with so much force.

he‘s smirking too, of course he is. he loves having you at his mercy and even more than that, he loves making you feel absolutely divine.

your body reacts to every drag of his fingers and he‘s drinking it up like he‘s absolutely starved. every now and then his thumb brushes against your swollen clit and you gasp, blood rushing in your ears.

„you take my fingers so well.“ he‘d praise, pressing gentle kisses to the soft and supple skin of your inner thighs in absolute contrast to his long and thick fingers pressing against your warm walls.

and he can always tell when you‘re close. your breath hitches, your thighs start to shake and you cling to him, grabbing for anything and everything that you can hold onto because it‘s just so much.

when he‘s feeling generous he gladly leans down and gingerly licks at your clit, easily sending you over the edge and sylus absolutely revels in the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers, like they‘re trying to trap him.

when he‘s feeling a bit meaner he chooses to slow down again, coaxing lovely whimpers and whines out of your swollen lips. „not yet, kitten.“ he‘ll whisper and you‘ll have no choice but to take whatever he gives you, until he‘s had enough.

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"spell your name on it."

you're immediately snapped out of your daze at the sound of his voice.

"w-..what?" you pant, unsure if you've heard him right or if you're too fucked out to hear correctly.

"you heard me, pips. spell your name on my cock."

he's still so nonchalant about it regardless of the tone of his voice and the words coming out of his mouth. you're riding him and he's simply laying there with his hands folded behind his head, allowing you to do all the work. it's a beautiful sight, really... if only you weren't so cock drunk to get a proper view.

"i-... um.." you stutter under your breath, unsure of what to do next. your hands are still on his chest for support while your head is tilted down to stare him in the eyes. your rhythm on his dick has faltered as you've suddenly gotten incredibly shy, something that rarely happens in the bedroom. "i'm confused."

at that, he raises a brow and lets out a small snicker.

"confused? here, let me help you-"

is the last warning you get before he's bringing his hands to your waist and manhandling you to spell the letters of your name.

it's an amazing feeling, having his cock drag against your g-spot over and over again as you sit there helpless. you've slithered your hands to grip onto his forearms, scratching at them. all you get in return is a hiss, making you look up at him and notice that his tongue is stuck out. he really is focused, i guess.

once he's finished, he leans back and grins the happiest grin there ever was.

"there. now my cock is ruined for anyone else. continue, please."

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subby, pussy drunk caleb overstimulating you

For most your life, you always trailed behind Caleb, his little shadow. But he always looked back at you, always asked you where you wanted to go.

Letting you lead the way was an instinct that blossomed into a beautiful dynamic in this new stage of your relationship. Him, longing for you to direct him in whatever way you wanted. You, guiding him gently with all your love and affection.

Still, you would have never guessed just how far his thirst for your guidance went.

Sometimes the reality of it hits you, all at once and all too much in one singular, awestruck moment. Your sweet, loyal, bright-eyed Caleb—the man you'd always known, always loved better than anyone—now nestled between your legs, flushed face buried in your cunt as if it's the home he's always been seeking. Reduced to a drooling, whimpering mess as he devours every drop of you.

Sunset eyes glaze over and droop shut. His lips are swollen and wet, drenched in his spit and the evidence of just how many times he can make you cum.

Your release drips down his chin whenever he pulls back for a gasp. His half-lidded gaze flutters up to your blissed-out face when he dives back in, moaning in time with each thrust of his tongue inside you.

The familiar whine of his name from your lips, coated now in a wanton need only he'd ever hear, drives him even more insane. Each tug of your fingers through the sweaty strands of hair at the nape of his neck gets him even more pussy drunk, grinding into the mattress from just the taste of you.

Caleb's right hand fists into your bed sheets, cloth tearing between the strength hidden in those fingers. His other fingers skirt along your inner thigh as he grips at it, keeping you spread open along with the steady thrum of his Evol.

“Caleb,” you whimper, tugging harder at his hair, the sweet bite of pain dragging a moan from deep within his throat. “I—I can’t—”

“Just one more, huh?” he pants his desperation into your soaked cunt, eyes wide and pleading while his fingers trace up your thigh to join his tongue in your folds. He slowly scissors those callused digits into your wet heat, and moans when your walls flutter in eager response around them. “Please, please, just one more. I’ve been so good, pips, haven’t I? Haven’t I, baby?”

You’re pretty sure you’re just as gone as him at this point, nothing but adoration and praise in the stroke of your shaking hand against his blushing red, freckled cheek.

“One more,” you whisper with a nod, already feeling the impossibility of another orgasm creeping up on you when he sucks your clit back into his mouth, flicking his tongue around it along with the upwards curl of his fingers inside you. “One more, baby. Just—oh, fuck! So good for me, Caleb, so fucking good…”

The bed rocks under his mindless humps into the mattress, and you lose yourself to the sounds of his mewling and desperate suckling of your cunt until he makes you cum again—and again, and again, because you know very well it won’t just be one more.

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cuteness aggression

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❤️Nap with Sylus~

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♡ nom!

l&ds men and their reaction when you randomly nom them (love bites!)

featuring ☆ xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb

tag(s) ☆ fluff!!

XAVIER would act dramatically as a response, just like as if he had gotten bitten by a giant shark. he's gotten used to you randomly biting him at the most random places, and really doesn't mind it. he thinks it's a cute habit of yours.

ZAYNE would be a little confused. that is, until you explain what it means in a non-sexual way. he's not so scared to bite you occasionally, but it's mostly you biting him out of boredom or for funsies.

RAFAYEL would bite you back as soon as you nom him. zero hesitation at all. at this point, there's a literal competition (or war) between the two of you to see who can nom the most at the end of the day. if he bit too hard, he'd apologize several times and shower you with small kisses.

SYLUS would have a teasing look on his face. he doesn't care at all with what you do to him, he's just so in love with you. he'd lightly bite you back on your wrist. it's so gentle that you can barely feel anything, you can clearly tell he's being careful, all because he doesn't want to hurt you on purpose.

CALEB would already bite back in response. you've been nomming him ever since the two of you were children, except it's different now because back then the two of you didn't know what it meant. now, he'd bite you out of the blue, anytime, anywhere.

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I need more Sylus with dragon instincts, so.... ☆

please enjoy...♡

I love thinking about how at some point, purely on instinct, Sylus would start building a nest. Like—he doesn’t even think about it, he just starts collecting all the little things you like and arranging them super carefully in the corner of the living room. You stared too long at a pendant in a store but said no when he offered to buy it? Yeah, he definitely went back for it and put it right in the center of the table. Left a hoodie or some other piece of clothing at his place? It’s already sitting in that same corner on the softest pillow he owns. Every tiny thing that ever caught your attention ends up there.

What does frustrate him, though, is that most of the stuff you like is… kind of cheap. He wants to give you the whole world, his entire hoard of treasures—and yet you’re out here looking at little trinkets, bottles with cute prints, and random shiny bits. So he tries to balance it out. Adds a couple rare gems. Some rare weapons. And definitely a lot more soft, cozy things.

He’d never come out and say, “this is a nest I made for you,” but he’s absolutely hoping you’ll go there on your own. He wants you to get it. It feels ridiculous to him, but he literally can’t help it—it’s pure instinct. And he will get upset if you ignore it. He won’t say anything, but he’ll get quiet and broody. You hurt his feelings. That’s serious.

But if you do notice your hoodie and walk over there, he’ll watch your reaction so closely. And once you’re there? He’s not letting you leave. He’s going to point at every single item and tell you exactly why it’s there.

He tried really hard to make it not seem weird, okay? And honestly, if you ignore the mountain of pillows and blankets, the clothes, weapons, jewelry, and all the random stuff you like—it’s actually a pretty cozy corner. There’s a soft chair. Warm lights. It’s a vibe. Please sit there. He’d be so, so happy.

part 2 🌸

Sorry, it's my first time here 🫧

[failedaethercore]

filthy rich﹐秦

cast ⤷ sylus x reader

genre ⤷ fluff

warnings ⤷ none!

sho's note ⋆ sy spoiling you with his riches, and more (◜ᴗ◝)

sylus is rich. really rich. you could steal his card for a week, use that whole seven days to try to make him go broke, and come back to see his sly smirk, because you failed to bring even 1% of his money down.

in your whole relationship with him, you've never paid. dates? he got ‘em covered. going shopping? he's handing the card already. his birthday? he hid the receipt before you could see. at this point you even forgot you have a card or wallet. the only time you're paying in your life was when you go out with tara and spend a few bucks here and there.

but even sometimes he doesn't let it go, he gives you his black card to spend, but when he finds out you used yours instead of his? he's sending you thrice as much money as you spent.

as much as sylus is insanely rich, he doesn't let his money define the value of your relationship. you're upset? he's putting you on his lap as he soothes your back, pressing kisses on your cheek and forehead as you rant to him. you're mad? at him or something else? he's giving you time to cool your head, then when you do, he's hugging you gently. whispering sweet apologies. you're hungry? he'll cook your favorites, he even learned how to bake your favorite desserts just because he knows you like it handmade than ordered. you're lonely? he sends luke and kieran to take care of his business instead of him. just so he could spend the whole day with you by his side.

so yes, he's filthy rich. but you're also rich because you have someone like him by your side. something that could never be bought even with millions. and hey, maybe you could win the lottery sometime? oh wait, you already did.

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