#Lads rafayel x reader

[strwberri-milk]

Hii! Can I request LADs men with a reader that’s afraid of needles?

They have to get a shot or their blood taken, but they’re just downright terrified and trying to run away from the doctors.

It's not to say Zayne has no tolerance but the way that he acts around you makes it seem like he's not "entertaining" you. What's actually happening is he's used to people being afraid of needles so he's got a sort of procedure to help make things a little more bearable. He's there with you the entire time, but also isn't opposed to just asking if you want him to inquire about getting an oral sedative to help you sleep if you need a shot for some sort of longer procedure.

Xavier will just hold you down as long as you give him permission to before. He's talking you through the entire thing, trying to keep you calm as he holds you. Thankfully, his touch is reassuring enough that you do find yourself grounded in it to an extent, finding yourself feeling slightly soothed by his hands.

Rafayel wishes he could do something to make things easier for you but he's really not sure how to approach it. He'll try to see if you can do literally anything but get your blood drawn, and is not above paying a boatload of money if he needs to. Whatever it is he can do he'd be more than happy to. What he ends up doing is talking your ear off, making you look at him whenever you seem to get distracted. He keeps his voice level, making it hard for you to determine when the needle actually went in.

Sylus is a mix of all of them. He wants to do anything he can to try and prevent you from getting a needle but tries to use some tactics to distract you from the needle in the first place. If he needs to he's more than happy to hold you in his lap, covering your eyes and whispering soothingly in your ear to calm you down.

[ollyissleppy]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

summary: you're worried if everything is ready for the day, how would your boyfriend help you with anxiety surrounding christmas? a/n: please tell me that I'm not the only one with extreme anxiety before any major holidays cw: some swearing

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doesn't take it seriously at first

would probably laugh a little the first time you told him you're nervous about christmas

BUT

the moment he realizes that you're serious? totally different approach

makes sure you have everything to help you calm down

you want some blankets? you got it!

some cuddles? fuck yeah

you want him to keep his distance, but still keep you company? he would gladly do that

Tbh would do anything to help you calm down and understand that you'll be fine

silent, but helpful

I feel like Sulus isn't the best with verbally comforting people 'there, there' is probably the best he can do so there isn't a ton of talking

but he's good with using physical touch and overall distracting you

think ton of cuddles but also would take you to a boxing ring or something to blow off some steam

the best with comforting when your anxiety makes you loose sleep

Xavier would be great at easing you back to sleep if you're to anxious to do so yourself

would probably try to distract you with some story-telling to keep your mind off things

there's some chance that he might fall asleep during so, but I think he'll try his very hardest not to leave you alone in this

literally the best you can ge

I'm 100% convinced he'll use the stuff he learned as a doctor to help with your anxiety

like giving you something sour and shit also would be really quick to figure out that you're anxious so most of

the time you don't even have to tell him that you're feeling that way before he does something to help you

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[daosies]

when you get injured

sylus, xavier, rafayel ♡ gn!reader

warnings: alcohol (sylus), graphic depictions of violence, sylus is his own warning he's so freaky (but hes so fine), major story spoilers (all three), blood, mc is the protagonist but gender neutral, lowercase intended

notes: MISTY INVASION GOT ME

sylus always looks forward to your calls.

he likes listening to you ramble about the little nothings of your day, the mindless white noise that echoes from your end whenever you get lost in thought.

more often than not, sylus isn't satisfied with just that. sometimes, he wishes he could witness your expressions for himself rather than through the chirps and retellings from mephisto, to narrow the distance between the two of you.

clink! he lifts a glass of whiskey up to his lips.

sylus eyes his phone before taking a sip, gaze beginning to drift around the vastness of his bedroom. warm lamps illuminate the corners and his attention redirects towards the various plushies that line the shelves.

ever-so slightly, the corners of his lips break into the subtlest of smiles.

his gaze returns to the phone.

later than usual, sylus thinks, staring at the pretentious (according to you) grandfather clock in his room. tick, tick. its tempo mimics his heartbeat, the steady rhythm falling into place.

sylus's days are redundant—they have been for quite a while—but what he always looks forward to is your calls, which always come at this time.

except for today, it seems. even though you're not obligated to call him, and you never told him that these calls would become a regular occurrence, sylus has grown expectant. terribly so.

he takes another sip of his drink, eyes darting back and forth from his phone to his wristwatch.

sylus would like to maintain his image as an independent, mysterious alpha; but you—oh, you—have a knack at dismembering him, at taking apart the chambers of his heart and weaving yourself into its tissue. you tattoo yourself into his skin, permeating into his existence without ever realizing.

you've always been a little cruel. sylus likes that about you.

tick, tick. he half-considers calling you first. when it comes to you, sylus has nothing to lose—from the crimson of his irises to the crimson of his blood, he's surrendered everything, offering all that he has in a ferocious, lovely organ that goes, endlessly: thump, thump, thump...

he thinks of your fantastic beauty. the tempo stutters.

tick, tick. ring! sylus reaches for his phone within an instant, not caring about luke and kieran's spiel about how a "real charmer" would wait for the phone to ring multiple times before picking up. but sylus doesn't have time to play games like that—he wants to hear your voice and he wants to hear it now.

"so, you finally decided to call, hm?" sylus asks, swirling his drink leisurely. he brings the glass up to his lips, unable to contain the way a smirk breaks out onto his face, the way you do so much as exist, the way you radiate and oh, the way you seek him out!

sylus thinks he's never felt so satisfied before, with all that he's ever achieved, you just might be the greatest of them all.

and he hasn't even achieved you yet. he thinks he never will; you've always been volatile, wildly beautiful and wildly free. again, sylus likes that about you.

you don't respond. sylus sets his glass down on the table, unbothered, smirk still fixed onto his lips. that is until he hears a loud crash from your end, the sound of labored breaths following soon after.

"[name]?" sylus calls, standing up immediately. his whiskey remains forgotten, free hand reaching for the leather coat draped across his chair, the fabric still stained red from earlier events.

sylus has no time to worry about how he presents himself, because before you can even utter another word, he's racing out of his pretentious (according to you) mansion and swinging a leg over his motorbike.

the steady tempo of his heart begins to race, beating the rhythm of the grandfather clock that, endlessly, echoes tick, tick... sylus attributes its consistency to the fact that the grandfather clock, in all its glory, has never had the pleasure of knowing you.

if it did, then its flow would be disrupted, its rhythm would stutter and leap, and sylus knows this fact all too well because it's happened to him. because it's happening to him.

thump, thump-thump... "[name]," sylus calls. he says your name just to say it, to feel its syllables on his tongue, to swallow the sound and let it reverberate throughout his chest, easing the spasm of his heart and the fracturing of his ribs.

"[name], talk to me," sylus says, the steadiness of his voice starkly contrasting the tremble of his irises. "[name], i'll be there. count to three?"

one. he revvs the engine.

two. his fingers tighten around the handlebars.

three. the tempo of his heart goes, achingly, thump-thump-thump, thump... for a second, the sound changes. for a second, the sound shifts and utters, in the softest of timbres: you.

black and red tendrils spew from the ground below you, wrapping your figure in a tender embrace whilst the sound of an engine rings throughout your ears.

smoke envelopes the room, your vision becoming blurry while the tendrils shrink away, their absence filled in by the warmth of calloused hands.

sylus lifts you up, pressing your head against his chest before whispering, "go to sleep, darling. it'll all be over soon."

when your eyes lull back, and your body falls limp, sylus goes mad. his hands never leave your figure, his evol forming limbs to strangle your opponent, watching the way they writhe and scream without ever tearing his gaze away.

"report," sylus demands, talking to no one.

"after finding out [name] was closely associated with you, boss, this person tried to get some information about you." still, someone responds.

sylus chuckles. "two corrections." he steps towards the suffocating person, crimson gaze trailing theirs and landing on you. when he notices this, sylus clicks his tongue, tightening the tendrils of his evol and forcing the perpetrator to look away from you.

tenderly, sylus caresses the side of your face, as if to brush away that person's distateful gaze.

"[name] and i are more than just close associates," sylus continues with his previous statement, holding you closer towards him. he finds solace in the way your chest rises up and down, reassuring him of your vitality, your incomparable radiance.

"and," he says, retracting his evol. the person falls to the floor with a harsh thud, and sylus merely tilts his head in the direction of the body, commanding the twins to clean the corpse up.

"that isn't a person. it's just some pest. kieran, don't make that mistake again."

luke snickers.

kieran straightens up, mop in hand. "yes, boss!"

only when your breathing steadies does sylus's heart return to its regular rhythm, matching the pace of the pretentious grandfather clock.

you've taken his bed (he's given it, really), and sylus doesn't bother pulling up a chair; sinking to his knees as he gazes at you fearfully, reverently. his hands come up to cover yours, elbows digging into the mattress. the warmth of your skin mixes with his own.

you've taken his bed, but sylus thinks that that's only one of the many things you've taken. you've taken his mind, his heart, him. you've taken all that he's got to give, all that he's ever fathomed of being his.

"you're always so cruel," sylus mutters to himself, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

(but, i love that about you, he thinks.)

your head and side are wrapped with bandages, tended to by sylus himself. he doesn't trust anyone else—not even luke or kieran—when it comes to treating you; you're too delicate, too fragile for a place like this.

sylus's gaze remains fixed on the bridge of your nose, the cracks of your lips. sweat trickles down your forehead, your brows furrowed from discomfort and nightmares plaguing your sleep. he reaches a hand to brush the sweat away, grazing across your skin until your brows ease up, until your expression drifts into that of contentedness.

oh, you're beautiful. ethereally so.

(you don't belong here.)

still, sylus's hand traces over yours. he feels the callouses adorning your palm, marred by your work as a hunter. filling the gaps of your fingers with his own, sylus's hand locks into place.

(you call it abduction. he calls it love.)

whenever it comes to you, xavier is on high alert.

he's always hyper aware of your location, your status and your surroundings. whenever you fight wanderers together—as partners often do—he's always thinking of you, of ways to redirect everything towards him, of ways to get you as far away as possible.

for the longest time, xavier thought that that'd be enough. he thought that, so long as you're okay, he doesn't care about what happens to him, about what happens to anything. he's always thought that, really. here and philos alike.

"xavier!" you yell, and before he can even react, your figure comes colliding with his, arms wrapping tightly around the back of his neck as the two of you tumble towards the ground.

he doesn't know what went wrong—was it his clumsiness? was it his arrogance? he had always thought that, so long as you were safe, nothing else mattered.

but xavier had never thought of a situation where he was the one at risk, where he was the one who needed saving. he had never thought that you'd be the one to sacrifice yourself, because, ever since he met you, xavier identified himself as a sword, as a weapon at your disposal.

he is your weapon. he is yours.

xavier's hand comes to the small of your back, feeling the blood seep in between the gaps of his fingers. his breath falls short of escaping, shrinking down his esophagus and bringing everything, from the race of his heart to the warmth of his face to a standstill.

primal instincts take over. xavier fights with tooth and nail, forgetting all that he's learned from his swordsmanship classes—but oh, never forgetting his time with you—while his grip around your waist tightens.

his movements are quick and wild as he slices through each wanderer with the efficiency of a machine, running on a code that prints out, endlessly, you, you, you.

after everything has been eliminated, xavier reaches for your neck, searching desperately for a pulse. after confirming that it's there, he teleports away to the nearest hospital, free palm pressing into the center of your wound.

xavier's scared. he's scared you won't make it. he's scared he's failed you. he's scared of a lot of things, really.

when you're wheeled away in a stretcher, tended to by a whole team of medical professionals, xavier's left yearning and waiting, clinging onto nothing but hope and a fragmented memory of you. he's always yearned—back in philos and here, now—but it's a little different this time.

you've always been out of reach, like you were a star and he, an observer. but now, you're so tangible, so delicate and so fleeting despite being right there.

xavier feels like you could disappear within an instant, and he wouldn't put it past you to leave this life behind, to restart anew somewhere else. with someone who was a little stronger than him, a little less selfish.

he's selfish. so what?

you evoke something primal within him, something that makes him forget his etiquette classes and his time at the academy, wasting away at textbooks and duels. you make xavier burn, wildly, fantastically, like a flame—like a star, even.

you make him feel unlike himself, because xavier's used to being calm and collected and oh-so drowsy, but when it comes to you, everything changes. the world reinvents itself anew and presents itself, fogged in a pink lens, as something lovelier than before.

xavier resigns himself to one of the many chairs of the waiting room. he buries his face into his gloved hands, not caring about the messiness of his appearance.

when he closes his eyes, all he can see is your limp figure. he opts to stare at the television screen instead, the reports of the news appearing mute to his deafened ears. xavier swallows thickly, mouth feeling terribly dry, wrapped around the shape of your name. it waits.

a couple hours pass, and a nurse appears to fetch him. xavier says nothing, tongue still stuck in time.

only when he enters your room, and listens to the repetitive beep of the heart monitor, does his mouth free itself from its prison, liberating itself to utter, in the faintest of whispers, "[name]..."

you don't stir awake. xavier's fine with that. he pulls a chair to your bedside, and he sits, and he stares. periwinkle eyes trail across your features, tracing them like a sculptor, desperate to reshape the bandages and gauzes that cover your abdomen.

xavier wishes he could crawl into your body and steal all the pain for himself.

there's a great, irrevocable instinct within him, the kind of instinct that is only ever sung about in epics and myths and tragic, star-crossed plays.

he reaches forward, bare thumb coming to graze over your cheekbone. you're quiet, too quiet, and xavier's paranoid. too paranoid.

there's a great, irrevocable instinct within him. it takes over xavier's eyes and it trains them to fixate on you.

your image slips into his sight, swallowed greedily by xavier's pupils, remembered fervently by his mind. while his hands cannot have you, xavier compensates with his eyes, desperate and mad and oh, so lovely.

there's a great, irrevocable instinct within him. it's primal and it's primitive and it's hungry.

xavier forfeits his beloved sleep in order to watch over your heart monitor, to watch over your heart.

even when all the lights shut off, and when the device's beeps blend into the white noise of the hospital room, his periwinkle gaze never leaves your figure, adjusting to the darkness and finding solace there.

(a star has landed on earth. it's guided by a great, irrevocable instinct. it's primal and it's primitive and it's hungry.)

once more, xavier's mouth wraps around the shape of your name. it utters, in the softest of timbres, "[name], i love you."

although you aren't awake to respond, xavier is content with just this.

(a star has landed on earth. it stayed because it found you.)

"[name]," he whispers again, finding comfort in the familiar syllables, "i love you." maybe, saying it will make it realer than it already is. maybe, saying it will satiate his soul, providing him with enough sustenance to feast on for the next century or two.

maybe, xavier just calls your name to feel its syllables on his tongue. because he likes the sound of your name. because he wants to hear it, in whatever capacity, whenever he can.

maybe, it's just a great, irrevocable instinct.

whatever it is, xavier is content. he stares at you, and he feasts.

it always goes like this: with rafayel chasing after you.

you have a habit of leaving him behind—rafayel thinks it's just in your nature.

you give him a taste of everything before leaving him with nothing, and even though rafayel hates, hates you for that, he can't help but want everything again.

(he had everything, once.)

"[name]!" the scream that erupts from rafayel's throat is raw, marred by a desperation and anguish that travels across lifetimes. rafayel can't lose you—not again, not like this.

"raf—" you're interrupted by a violent cough, blood spilling from your lips. "just go!"

and there you go again, in all your selfish glory, in all your inconsiderate and shameless heroism. do you like watching his expression drop into that of utter horror, when all he's ever wanted was you?

he can never get his way.

"ugh," he mutters to himself, voice cracking at the end. "i just hate you, you know!?" your gaze is preoccupied by the giant wanderer that looms over your figure, its attention belonging wholly to you.

rafayel has the audacity to be offended. hello? he manages to think, despite all the fear and anxiety. why's it not looking at me? i'm right here!

you aim your gun at the wanderer's head, and rafayel almost wants to laugh. to think you're fighting close-combat with guns—wow, what an accomplished bodyguard you are!

rafayel is half-considering finding a new bodyguard now, because it looks like his current one isn't too bright in the head.

rafayel hates the way you go around, saving everyone, saving everything. he hates the way you save and the way you forget, the way you go around picking up more strays whilst forgetting your first one.

rafayel hates you. he hates you. he hates you!

despite all the pain and soreness in his (self-proclaimed) delicate limbs, he rushes forward, daggers in hand while fire vomits from the ground. rafayel hates you, sure, but hate and love are lawfully wedded, tightly intertwined and fueled by one another.

rafayel hates you. he hates you. but oh, he loves you. he loves you in the way he's willing to let you keep that heart of his, the way orpheus loved eurydice, the way he did everything and anything, only to catch a glimpse before losing it all.

he charges in front of you, occupying the wanderer while you take a couple steps back. rafayel half-wishes you'd run. he half-wishes you'd turn and abandon him so he could find it in himself to abandon you. you did it once before, so why can't you do it again?

when bullets stop flying, rafayel wonders if you left. he wonders if it's really over. so, he looks back.

you're still there. this time, you don't disappear. your eyes meet his, and somehow, you find it in yourself to smile.

he wants to cry.

"rafayel, let's resonate!"

and oh, you're otherwordly. you're so, so gorgeous. it's in the flame that dances across your irises, the determination that settles into your features.

you're so beautiful it hurts, because rafayel hates the effect you have on him, the way you go around enchanting everyone, everything!

when crimson blood trickles down your face, staining your skin a violent red, rafayel thinks you're sublime. he feels insignificant in your radiance, in your marvelous existence, your marvelous world.

"fine, let's!"

your hand locks with his, and rafayel hates the way his heart skips a beat. he hates the way yours didn't. he hates the way he's the only one overthinking these things, the only one who remembers after all this time.

the world is engulfed in flames. and rafayel spares you a glance, your skin illuminated by the warmth, flickering in and out. the wanderer disintegrates into ash, leaving nothing but a measly protocore for all the suffering it put him through.

your eyes fall back. instinctively, rafayel reaches a hand out, catching you in his arms despite hating the way you contort his limbs, the way you make him trail after you like a madman.

he is anything but a madman—in fact, rafayel is perfectly normal.

still, he cradles you in his arms. blood trickles from the side of your face.

"you're not the only one bleeding," rafayel mutters bitterly, feeling lightheaded himself. "who do you even think you are?"

his thumb comes to brush your chapped lips, wiping stray droplets of blood from the dried skin.

you're ethereal. rafayel will never admit that outloud. not like this. but, he thinks that you're something akin to a grecian statue, reflecting all that is lovely and all that is mortal.

rafayel thinks that, when you were crafted—long before this current incarnation—you were crafted with the most delicate of touches, the loveliest of visions.

he looks at you, and he wants to create. he wants to waste away at his canvases, wild and fanatic and looking over his shoulder, wondering if you'll still be there when it's all over.

knowing your nature, you won't be.

still, rafayel can't help but dream. dreams can change the world, after all. dreams are what led him back to you.

his thumb reaches for his own lips. he kisses the skin and he weeps.

rafayel hates you.

he hates you so, so much.

he shrinks into your figure and he follows your heartbeat, the sound so, achingly familiar.

when you regain consciousness, it's in rafayel's studio. your figure is drowned in pearl-white blankets, your wounds wrapped tenderly with fresh bandages.

"good mooorning, sleepyhead," rafayel says, not facing you. his hands are occupied with a brush and palette, head craned upward to fully take in the canvas. "some bodyguard you are, huh!"

"rafayel!" you quickly exclaim, trying to stand up. rafayel is quick to turn around, setting his palette down to wag a disapproving finger at you.

"nuh uh! don't get out of bed! get some rest! and oh, don't even talk to me! not until you've apologized for doing all that dumb, fish-brained stuff!"

rafayel looks back. you're still there.

in this life, rafayel thinks he has everything.

[manikas-whims]

LADS men react to you lifting them up

♡ dedicated to all the girls who are into powerlifting

today i saw a friend of mine randomly lift her boyfriend in the middle of the street 😭 and that's what inspired this lol

ZAYNE

• Freezes up when one day, you randomly try lifting him up. The moment arms come around his back and legs, he just freezes in spot. And not because, he's embarrassed but simply the suddenness of the act catches him off-guard. His ears are definitely as red as the face he's trying to hide under the excuse of fixing his glasses 😆

• Is actually pretty chill about it after the first time you do it. But he wishes you'd rather not pull a stunt like this in public, especially not during his working hours at the Akso Hospital because he doesn't want his colleagues to be entertained by your shenanigans. He knows they'll coo and tease him endlessly about it 🤭

XAVIER

• Like Zayne, he also freezes up. He has lifted you up, carried you around many times. So being on the receiving end of such a gesture kinda shuts his brain down for a moment. He's just not used to it but indulges you, since he likes you and realizes that you seem to be enjoying this.

• Later on, he's just amazed by your strength. He realizes that he actually likes being held so he lets you do it once in a while, patiently letting you carry him around the house, but only in the confines of closed doors with no one around 😆

RAFAYEL

• He's working on some grand art piece, and accidentally topples from his high drafting stool, and immediately shuts his eyes, reopening them only to find himself in your arms. Blushes bright red but doesn't protest, simply nuzzles his face in your bosom due to embarrassment.

• Later on, he comes to like it. In fact, during your trips together, whenever he gets tired, he even asks for piggyback rides, saying some smug things like “as my bodyguard, it's your duty to take care of all my needs” 😌

SYLUS

• Stiffens when during a boxing spar, you playfully try to lift him, and manage it. His eyes are narrowed but he isn't mad about it. He just wants you to put him down because as the Leader of Onychinus, he has a reputation to uphold 😆

• Later on, he's kinda on edge for an entire week, always watching his back, worried that you might pull some kinda prank on him, lift him in front of Luke and Keiran, and completely destroy his intimidating aura 😭

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[connorsui]

Every time I do my skincare or I'm putting on some lipstick It makes me imagine either of the lads men watching you from your vanity with great admiration and love in their eyes

It don't matter what you are putting on that makes you look ten times more beautiful than what you already are

They are still going to continue to admire you

Like, I bet Sylus would buy you a better, well lit vanity mirror with different light settings

Or zayne watching you in silence as you continue to touch up on your last bits of foundation

Rafayel would definitely join you in your little skin care routine. Matching head bands? Absolutely.

Xavier? ...tell me why I see this man watching you apply lipstick over and over again as he. Himself is covered in lipstick kisses all over his face and neck?...he don't care tho ..he just waiting for another lipstick color to go on your lips so it goes on his neck next

It's so blantly cute, I adore it

Consui unedited thoughts

[snowballseal]

Hi! I really adore your writing. You have really caught each guys essences.

If your requests are open, I was thinking of something like how each guy would carry you and in what type of scenario. I thought Zayne would do bridal style and Sylus over the shoulder, but if you see it differently, feel free to do it as you see fit 😊

How they would carry you (LaDS)

Note: This was such a cute request!! I had fun writing it, though I definitely rewrote Rafayel's like three times cause I couldn't make up my mind on the scenario. I went with a different idea for Zayne, but I think you'll like it ;)

I really hope you enjoy this! And I hope I wrote them all well. Thank you for the request.

Also, I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, so I apologize for any mistakes/inconsistencies.

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Sylus *over the shoulder*

“My feet hurt,” you grumble.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have worn such cheap shoes,” Sylus hums, voice bordering on between teasing and mocking.

You shoot the man a glare. He gives you a smug smile in return, arms crossing over his chest.

Of course he’s right. But you can’t admit that, not after you made such a fuss about ignoring his warning before the night began. You had been stubborn, maybe a little too stubborn. The restaurant you were going to was just so nice, how could you not wear heels? You wanted to look nice for your date, and they paired so well with your dark cocktail dress. Of course you’d forgotten about how much they hate your feet.

Every step feels like a bunch of nails digging into your feet. Why did you park so far away? Oh right, because you thought the night was so nice, you wanted to take a little walk before dinner…Not your best idea in retrospect.

Another step makes you wince.

Sylus suddenly stops. This forces you to pause as well, your arm curled around his elbow as you walk. You glance at him questioningly, trying to hide the pain, not wanting to bother him further by complaining. Or endure more of his teasing.

But his gaze burns over you intensely. You shift a little, heat climbing up your cheeks, but putting your weight on your other foot only makes that prickling pain shoot up your leg, and you can’t stop your lips from twisting into a light grimace.

For a brief moment, Sylus’ face softens. He lets out a sigh before removing his jacket. Your brow furrows as he slips it around your waist, the warmth of the fabric covering your bare legs.

“Sylus?”

“I’m not so cruel as to make a woman suffer, kitten,” he hums, securing the coat by tying the sleeves. He then leans up to your face, lips quirking up into a smirk. “Especially when she got all dolled up and pretty just for me.”

Before you can blush even darker, you’re suddenly being thrown over his broad shoulder. You let out an undignified squeak, instinctively squirming to try and get out of his grip. You kick your legs, hands scrambling against his back.

“Sylus!”

“Careful, kitten, otherwise I might drop you,” Sylus warns, voice dancing with amusement. His hand slips below the hem of his jacket to curl over the back of your thighs, locking them to his chest. You freeze, heart fluttering wildly. 

What a brute.

Though, there’s really nothing you can do to escape this man. Not that you really want to.

“Sylus, seriously, this isn’t funny,” you still whine, trying to keep face.

“Would you rather walk barefoot?”

Your nose scrunches at the thought. While you are in a nicer part of the city, it still sounds gross. You guess this is the lesser of two evils. Letting out a defeated sigh, you prop your elbows against his back to try to get comfortable. Also trying to ignore how defined his muscles feel against you.

Sylus hums approvingly, “There you go, kitten. Just relax.” 

His hand tenderly squeezes your thigh and you’re actually thankful he can’t see just how red your face is. Probably as red as the wine you had with dinner.

It’s definitely embarrassing. Especially when you pass by a few people, catching their odd stares. But it’s hard to care when Sylus starts massaging your legs, his touch overwhelmingly gentle in contrast to his previous actions. His thumb presses firm circles into your ankle, drawing a breathy sigh from you.

“Feel better, sweetie?” He murmurs, and you can feel his voice rumble through your body.

“Definitely helps,” you breathe, “Though you could have just carried me in a more comfortable way, Sy.”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“This isn’t fun for me,” you grumble petulantly.

Sylus shifts, suddenly putting you down. You blink in surprise when you find yourself sitting on the hood of a familiar car, your lover leaning over you. His fingers trace your leg, grazing up your arm, until he can cup your cheek, bringing your faces so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“And how can I make it up to you, my dear?” He purrs lowly, lips grazing yours teasingly.

“Well-” Letting out a shaky breath, you reach up and slip your arms around his neck. A blush still coats your cheeks, but you give him your best innocent look, pouting your lips as you mess with the silver strands at the nape of his neck. “I think a full massage at home might make up for the discomfort. The last one you gave me was pretty nice.”

Sylus quirks a brow in amusement, “Is that all?”

“Nope. I also want you to watch a sappy romcom with me. Then I’ll forgive your brutish ways.”

That breaks the intense air between you. Sylus chuckles, the sound deep and fond, making you smile. He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I accept your terms, kitten.”

“Good. Now chop chop, mister! Let’s get home!”

---

Zayne *koala style*

“Darling.”

Your eyes flicker open, eyelids heavy. Letting out a sleepy hum, you drag your blurry gaze to meet a pair of warm, hazel eyes. Zayne kneels beside the car, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek to keep you from falling back asleep. You lean into his touch with a content sound, making him smile.

“We’ve arrived home,” he murmurs, voice quiet, “Would you like me to carry you inside?”

You nod, head still fuzzy with sleep. All you can really focus on is that you don’t want his touch to go away. It feels so nice.

“Alright. Can you wrap your arms around my neck for me, darling?”

You reach out blearily, your fingers blindly finding their way into the soft strands of hair at his nape. Zayne carefully turns you until your legs dangle out of the car, giving him a better angle to slip an arm under you. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, drawing you flush against his chest.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, letting out another happy hum as he readjusts you so you can tuck your face into his neck. One of his hands stays secured under you, the other sliding up to hold the back of your neck tenderly.

It’s almost impossible to not fall back asleep like this. Surrounded by his warmth, his fingers massaging your neck so lovingly, the gentle sway of his body as he walks. Your eyes flicker closed again as you nuzzle deeper into your lover.

You love when Zayne holds you like this. Not that bridal style isn’t nice, but this is just so much closer, so much easier for you to wrap yourself around him. Plus you like the feeling of his fingers gripping your thighs, reminding you of just how strong the doctor is. It just makes you feel…safe.

“Wish you’d carry me like this more,” you mumble thoughtlessly into his neck.

“Is that so?” Zayne hums, a small smile curling his lips.

“Mhm.” 

You press a sluggish kiss to his collarbone to show just how much you like it. Zayne’s steps falter imperceptibly. But you notice, a bubbly giggle escaping you.

“Don’t trip, Doctor Zayne,” you tease sleepily.

He pinches your thigh in warning. “Perhaps a certain hunter shouldn’t be so distracting.”

You squeak, pulling yourself further up by his shoulders. Zayne chuckles, palm smoothing over the spot, though he didn’t actually pinch you that hard. Still. You draw back a little to pout at him.

“So mean, Doctor Zayne. What if I bruise?”

“My apologies, darling,” he murmurs, not at all apologetic. You hold your pout, only weakening when he tilts his face up to brush your noses together. “I’ll be sure to treat it once we get inside. A kiss should do, hm?”

God, he’s so perfect. You’re not sure your heart can take it. The warmth behind his eyes, the small, rare show of affection. It leaves a lingering heat under your skin that turns your cheeks rosy pink, and you duck your face back into his shoulder to hide your blush.

“So, so mean,” you grumble.

A fond smile graces Zayne’s lips. If he’s being honest, he likes carrying you like this. He likes how you feel in his arms, your weight, your warmth, the rise and fall of your chest against his. It’s not often you let him take care of you without complaint, so he takes full advantage of when you do. It helps calm whatever deep-seated need he has to look after you.

The fact that you’re so easy to fluster is a mere bonus.

You settle back into a comfortable silence, barely paying attention as Zayne navigates through your apartment complex. You only notice when he shifts his arm further under you so he can fish his keys from his back pocket and unlock your shared apartment.

He doesn’t bother to turn on any lights as he carries you through your home, straight to your room. You grumble as he bends down to set you on the edge of the bed, your fingers tightening around his neck when he starts to draw back.

“Don’t go,” you plead softly.

“Wouldn’t you rather be in more comfortable clothes, sweetheart?”

“‘m already comfy,” you assure him, leaning against his chest, “Just take your pants off and cuddle with me.”

“What a bold patient I have,” he teases, though his voice dips into a low timber that makes you shiver.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, doctor,” you whisper, a little bashful, cheeks going warm again. “Just don’t want you to stop holding me.”

Zayne softens. His fingers trace along your heated cheek, drawing you back just enough so he can lean down and capture your lips in a lingering kiss. You press into him immediately, a delighted sigh passing your lips when he settles onto the bed beside you. When the kiss ends, you tuck yourself back into his side, content once again now that you get your way. A drawn-out yawn escapes you, and Zayne curls his arms around your waist, guiding you so your head can rest against his chest.

“Sleep now, I won’t go anywhere,” he promises softly into your hair.

“Mmm, love you, Zayne.”

“I love you too, my snowflake.

---

Rafayel *bridal style*

“Oh, “ you chirp, cool air washing over you as you step out of the venue, “it’s raining.”

The two of you were attending the opening night of Rafayel’s new exhibit. You’re surprised you didn’t even hear the rain, considering the streets look about flooded already. Puddles collect along the sidewalk, a small river running along the edge of the road. Paired with the rapidly setting sun, it leaves a chill in the air that makes you shiver slightly.

“I like it,” Rafayel hums and drapes an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into his side. You glance at him, biting back a smile when he playfully avoids your gaze, as if trying to keep your warm might hurt his “cool” factor. “The smell of the ocean is stronger when it rains, don’t you think? And the puddles look like tide pools.”

“They certainly do,” you giggle, “though neither of us are really prepared for the rain. Should we call a cab? I’d hate to ruin these shoes since you just got them for me.”

You look down at the kitten heels you’d worn for the event. They’re so cute, a soft baby blue color, decorated with little pearls. You remember pointing them out to Rafayel on one of your walks down the pier. They were just so pretty, and reminded you so much of him in a way, but the price was out of your range. Not that it deterred Rafayel, of course, who secretly went back the next day to get them for you.

A pair of shoes really shouldn’t mean that much to you, but every gift from Rafayel feels special. You can’t bear the thought of messing them up.

“Hmm, I think I have an easy solution.”

You let out a squeak when Rafayel suddenly ducks and sweeps you up into his arms, bridal style. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life at the sudden loss of balance. The sound of Rafayel’s laughter rings in the air, light and full of mirth, as he dashes into the rain with you.

“Rafayel!” You squawk and break into your own fit of laughter despite the icy cold rain immediately drenching your clothes. “Rafayel! Put me down!!”

“I’m already carrying you, putting you down would just be more work,” he teases, that infuriatingly charming smile pulling at his lips. “Now you don’t have to worry about the puddles, at least.”

“But we’re still getting soaked!” You squeal, trying to hide away from the rain by tucking your face into his neck. “Why didn’t we just call a cab?”

“A little rain won’t hurt us, yeah?”

“Says the merman. It’s freezing.”

Rafayel chuckles, the sound close to your ear. Warmth blooms across your cheeks when he presses a kiss to your temple, the touch lingering and soft with adoration, making everything slow down for just a moment.

“Then hold me tight.” he whispers, voice dipping to a low rumble that has your heart racing, “Take my warmth. It’s yours, my beloved bride.”

Any remaining complaints get lost somewhere in your throat. The heat under your skin rivals the cold. A dark blush coats your cheeks, and you try to bury yourself against his chest. You can’t hide from him though, your neck just as rosy, and you can practically feel Rafayel beaming with pride.

Stupid fish.

But he is warm.

You let out a wavering sigh, pressing the cold tip of your nose into the warm crook of his neck. Rafayel shivers, but his hold around you only tightens, as if he wants to envelop you in the heat of his body. It’s almost like being held by one of those heat up stuffies. It’s so comfortable, you can’t help but melt into him, fondness for the merman curling deep inside your bones.

“Do you always run this warm?” You murmur and rest your cheek against his shoulder so you can look at his face.

“Not always,” he hums. A stray drop of rain drips down his jaw and you reach to brush it away. Rafayel’s voice shakes almost imperceptibly at the touch, the tips of his ears going red, “For the most part, Lumerians endure harsh, cold temperatures, so we actually run colder than you humans.”

“Then why are you so warm?” You ask curiously.

His blush only spreads, until his cheeks match yours. The artist glances away, almost looking embarrassed to admit, “My fire evol is useful for more than just fighting wanderers, you know.”

Ah. So he can warm himself up with his evol. And he’s doing it to keep you warm.

The revelation fills your chest with a giddy kind of love. Like, a fuzzy, dizzy kind of love. You bite back the urge to keep teasing him, to see just how red he can get. God, how can you love this man so much? Every new thing you learn about him, every surprise he somehow pulls out of his sleeve, leaves you slipping further into the ocean of affection you’re already drowning in. The rain is nothing in comparison.

“I guess you’re my knight in shining armor, then,” you sigh wistfully, “Against the wanderers and the cold weather.”

“That’s right.” Rafayel puffs out his chest a little, almost like a preening bird. A giggle escapes your lips, and he gives you one of those heart-stopping smiles. “You should really thank your knight in shining armor, cutie. Otherwise I might not feel so inclined to swoop in to save you next time.”

“Well, thank you, Rafayel.” In the blink of an eye, you reach up and draw his face down to yours, capturing his lips in a chaste, yet searing kiss. The artist jumps back, eyes wide as he stares down at your mischievous grin. “Even though we could have just taken a cab and avoided all of this.”

His shock quickly turns into a pout.

“You’re no fun, cutie.”

---

Xavier *piggyback style*

“Really, I’m fine, Xav-”

You wince as Xavier gently flexes your foot, hot pain prickling up your leg. The hunter gives you a rather disapproving look.

“You do not have to lie to me,” he sighs and lowers your foot back down, “I will not think less of you for being injured.”

Heat creeps up your neck, and you have to tear your eyes away from his soft, unassuming gaze. It really wasn’t that bad. While fighting a wanderer, you had dodged an attack too quickly, somehow, twisting your ankle in the process. You couldn’t just stop fighting though, so you had grit your teeth through the pain until you finished the wanderer off, and then collapsed on a nearby rock. That’s when Xavier had rushed over to you, asking what was wrong.

You attribute your embarrassment to the stubborn bit of pride you carry as a hunter, so used to taking care of yourself that you don’t often let others do it for you.

“I’m really okay, it’s probably just a sprain,” you grumble, “I’ll ice it when I get home.”

“And how exactly do you plan to get home?”

Your nose crinkles. Right. Glancing back at Xavier, you find him looking at you with a small, rather amused smile, eyes sparkling with mirth. The little punk. He really can be mischievous when he wants to, huh?

But you do not have an answer to his question. So you just shrug, letting out a heavy sigh. You’ll just have to rely on him this time it seems.

“Would you like me to carry you?”

Immediately, your blush spreads up your neck, painting your cheeks rosy and warm. Eyes wide, you look at him incredulously.

“Xavier, that’s- I don’t- What?”

“I can carry you.” The hunter tilts his head, much like an adorable puppy. Your heart flutters at the sight. How are you supposed to resist that?

“I mean,” you hesitate, scratching the back of your neck, “if you think that’s the best solution…”

“It’s the simplest one,” Xavier hums, quickly standing up, pulling you carefully to your feet as well.

He turns around, ducking a little so you can get on his back. You hesitate again, though.

“Are you sure?” You ask, voice wavering.

“Positive.” Xavier looks at you over his shoulder. That gentle smile curls his lips again. “Who wouldn’t want to carry a pretty girl on their back?”

God, you hate him sometimes. Shaking your head, you gingerly step closer. You curl your arms tentatively around his shoulders, careful to avoid his neck so you don’t choke him. Then you jump. Xavier catches you with ease, fingers slipping under your thighs to hold you as he stands up straight again. It only takes a moment for him to find his balance as you get comfortable, your chin tucked over his shoulder.

He hardly seems affected by your weight. Like he’s carrying a light backpack. It eases your consciousness a little.

“I always forget just how strong you are,” you mumble.

Xavier holds back a shiver at the way your breath warms his ear. His fingers tighten around your thighs though, thumbs massaging circles into your skin. You hum softly, facing tucking into the collar of his uniform. This is nicer than you thought it’d be.

“You could take a nap until we reach our destination if you’d like.”

“No,” you sigh, though you do feel suddenly exhausted, “That wouldn’t be fair. I want to keep you company.”

“Mm, okay. Then what should we talk about?” Xavier peeks at you, amusement curling in his chest at the thoughtful pout you give.

“How about…what we’ll get for dinner tonight? We did complete the mission, afterall, we deserve a treat.”

A low chuckle escapes the hunter. Tilting his head, he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Whatever you’d like, my star,” he hums, fondness warming his usually calm voice, “Is there something you have in mind?”

“That new diner opened down the block from us, we could try that!” You suggest, excitement lighting up your features, like a kid in front of a christmas tree. You look at him, smile brighter than any star he could compare you to. “What do you think?”

How could he ever resist you?

“Mmm, sounds delicious.”

“Perfect! We’ll go there then!”

You spend the rest of the walk back to the transit station talking about what dishes you might order, what movie to watch as you eat. Anything and everything. Neither of you notice the odd looks you get, too comfortable to care.

You all but forget about the pain in your ankle. Why focus on that when you can focus on the absolutely charming man willing to carry you all this way?

---

Can you tell which characters I main based on this? Just curious.

[alexvolleyball]

𓆩❤︎𓆪 Nice ass, bro! 𓆩❤︎𓆪

You slapped his ass and complimented him.

characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

Sylus:

• Honestly, he expected something like this from you.

• So when you smacked him on his nice backside, Sylus merely raised an eyebrow.

• “Are you serious? Are you that bored, kitten?”

• “You have such a lovely butt, darling! I couldn’t just walk past it!”

• He simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

• “And what if I do this?” His hand began to slide from your waist down to your rear. “Hmm, I won’t stop, you know that, right?” Sylus lowered his head onto your shoulder. You felt a slight sting from his bite, followed by his slippery tongue licking the spot he had just bitten.

• “Sylus—I—I was just joking!”

• “Joking, you say?” The man straightened up and put on a pensive look, then suddenly his ruby eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted you by your thighs. “Well, it seems the joke has spiraled out of control.” In a swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder and playfully smacked your ass, striding toward your bedroom. “Kieran, Luke, I’ll be busy for a couple of hours, so put your work on hold.” Sylus waved his free hand dismissively at his subordinates, who chuckled at the scene, before disappearing with you.

Xavier:

• Xavier lay on the couch with his eyes closed.

• You knew perfectly well that he wasn’t actually asleep; he was just pretending. That’s why you tiptoed closer to him.

• The Hunter had heard you long ago but continued to feign sleep. He was curious about what you were planning to do.

• Noticing his eyelashes fluttering slightly, you raised your fist to your mouth, stifling an impending laugh. Once you reached him, you were greeted with a stunning view of his backside, snugly wrapped in light blue jeans. You let out a whistle, momentarily forgetting your purpose. Gathering your composure, you playfully smacked his firm rear, the sound of your playful slap echoing through the room.

• Xavier propped himself up and looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Why did you do that?”

• “Great butt, darling!” you exclaimed, raising your finger triumphantly with a bright smile.

• The hunter sat there for a while, resting his chin on his thumb, deep in thought. “Alright then, I guess I’ll...” He suddenly pulled you close, settling you on his lap as his hands went straight to your hips, squeezing them and making you gasp. “Your ass is way better than mine. Mind if I chill like this for a bit?” He leaned his head to the side and gave you an innocent puppy-dog look—classic forbidden move.

Zayne:

• The man sat in the armchair, engrossed in a medical book. He was too absorbed to notice when you came home.

• You felt a twinge of worry that your husband hadn’t greeted you. But upon finding him reading in the living room, you crossed your arms and gave him a slightly displeased look. He still didn’t pay you any mind. With a sigh, you approached him, placing your hand on the book to close it and then letting it fall to your side.

• Slightly startled, Zane glanced at you and immediately stood up to embrace you. “I’m so sorry, darling; I lost track of time.”

• “It’s fine; I guess the book is more important than your wife!”

• “Don’t say that…” He looked at you seriously, taking your warm hands in his cool ones. “You will always come first to me.” The doctor held you gently, as if afraid to chase you away. He caressed your back with his large hands, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.

• You couldn’t stay mad at him for long and wrapped your arms around him in return. You stood that way for a few minutes until your hands slid down, squeezing your husband’s toned behind and playfully tapping his firm thighs. “Wow! Dr. Zane, you’ve a nice ass!”

• The man let out a weary sigh; this wasn’t the first time you had done this. “As you wish, my dear.”

Rafayel:

• He was painting in his studio as usual, inspiration pouring out of him like a raging river. The masks were bold, and the colors were alive and vibrant.

• All would be well, except Rafayel kept getting paint smeared all over his backside.

• You quietly slipped into his room and froze at the doorway. His gorgeous ass was wrapped in tight pants, with paint smudges dotting the surface, and oh my, it bounced so enticingly with his movements.

• You spotted a small tube of paint and, seizing the opportunity, squeezed some onto your palm. Sneaking up behind him, you delivered a playful smack to his ass, causing him to jump in surprise. Raphael inadvertently jolted his hand, ruining what could have been a masterpiece.

• “What the hell?! You! You! Are you out of your mind?!”

• “I gotta say, this painting is just killer.” You pointed at his backside playfully. “The imprint of my hand fits perfectly into it!”

• The artist turned his head and noticed the marks your hands had left on his pants. Frowning, he turned away from you, arms crossed over his chest.

• “Did I hurt your feelings?” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your paint-splattered hands slipped beneath his shirt. “What a bummer, though! I still have some touches left to add—Ouch!”

• He suddenly spun around, pushing you back against his desk and looming over you. “Looks like you’ve taken it too far, Miss Artist.” He dipped his fingers into bright red paint, smirking as he locked eyes with you. “Now it’s my turn to create.”

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[sgt-seabass]

LADS men fucking your hand

⁺₊⋆⁺₊ a drabble about how each LADS man would act fucking your hand. all different types of desperation. 18+ only.

XAVIER

Xavier would be so vocal, each breath a whine in your ear. He’d shudder with each thrust into your hand, nails leaving divots in your flesh as he gripped onto your arms, unbridled strength brimming beneath the surface. He could easily overpower you, but he loves being at your mercy. He has your undivided attention – the thing he yearns for most. “Come closer, my star. I need to feel you.”

ZAYNE

Zayne would be holding you as close as humanly possible, your skin flush against his as his noises filled your ears. He keeps his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, hiding the red flush that tints his cheeks and the way his dark hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. He doesn't want you to see the way you affect him, but you can feel the heat, hear his moans. Your own sounds join his when his fingertips turn icy against your skin, adding to the cacophony of sensation. “Darling… don’t stop.”

RAFAYEL

Rafayel would be the sassiest of the bunch, acting like he doesn’t need your touch, but the way his cock twitches and his lips ghost over yours says otherwise. He’d smother his sounds against your mouth, eyes fluttering when you adjust your wrist to get the perfect position. There’d be an unspoken connection, an agreement, only you could see him this way. “Cutie, you’re driving me crazy.”

SYLUS

Sylus would be rougher, his weight pinning you down and silver hair tousled, ruby eyes shining bright as he drinks in the sight of you. But even with the dominating presence, he lets you set the pace, nipping at your collarbone when you go too slow for his liking. He whines and huffs when he doesn’t get what he wants, but makes no move to stop you. The way he kisses you is surprisingly gentle, his tongue ghosting over your lower lip. “Kitten, please, you’ve got me all worked up.”

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[teewritessmth]

Love and Deepspace men when you text them "Alright he's gone, come over"

Warnings : diva raf, sad xav

Zayne

Xavier

Rafayel

Sylus

[grabby-smitten]

Mean kitty

Subjects: Cat Hybird!Rafayel x F!Reader

Word count: 451

Content: Hybrid AU, PiV, blurb, messy, no plot, pure smut, male heat/rut, desperate/mean Rafayel, painful sex, no prep, owner reader, biting, slight mention of penis with spikes and breeding, use of word kitty/pussy/tail. Lmk if I missed anything.

The ceiling, your half-lidded eyes could only watch the ceiling. Laying on your back, neck exposed to your kitty— Rafayel kept a tight hold with his teeth on the tender skin of your neck while he pounded into you. Erratic moves created friction on your bed, making a mess of your sheets as fluffy ears caressed your jaw and heavy purrs vibrated over you.

You were in and out of it, no longer being able to keep up with your kitty’s stamina. His tail lightly thumping in frustration. Heats hit Rafayel hard, and he denied assistance from anyone else.

“Only you,” he whined once upon a time. Throwing tantrum after tantrum, pawing at you, and even scratching the furniture until you relented.

He hurled you at the bed without saying anything more than a growl of frustration and you knew what that meant. He nestled his hips in between your thighs and began humping, he had no previous experience with humans and you never thought of teaching him or correcting him before. Too tired to remember insignificant details. So as he entered you— it burned. You winced in pain, the raw heat of his swollen cock splitting you open. The desperate kitty didn’t even know you weren’t prepared as your hybrid female counterparts who produced more fluids for these types of occasions.

Rafayel loudly mewled once he felt how strained he felt inside you. Yes, your warmth enveloped him but there was not much space to move, and as much as he wanted to wait and figure out what to do. His instinct kicked in and kept pushing, thrusting until his cock made way for himself.

“Better… better…” he kept groaning as your inner muscles finally adjusted. Your creamy insides felt like heaven as he kept plummeting in you.

Your little squeaks and puffs of hair bounced off his sensitive ears and made them wiggle in annoyance, but he didn’t care. Too busy trying to breed his human to care.

Unconsciously, his tail wrapped around your leg in a possessive manner, even his arms tightened around you, teeth sunk deeper into your skin. Rafayel was pressing you against the mattress, aggressively plunging into you as his cock kept growing and stretching your opening in the process.

You howled in a mix of pain and ecstasy, legs trashing as ropes of heated white heaviness were pushed inside you.

“Stay put,” Rafayel mumbled, teeth still nailed on your neck.

Both of you whined as the little thorns on his cock locked the two of you in place. That meant not moving for a while… or until Rafayel felt the urge again. It was his heat after all, and you knew how he gets.

[cordidy]

Inviting them..

The L&Ds guys reacting to YOU paying for a date 🥰 (cause we like being spoiled but we are strong independant women too !)

It's my first L&Ds HC and english os not my mother tongue so please be nice 🙏

Zayne remains unphased by that. He is a pragmatic after all and while he loves spoiling the shit out of you, he also knows you like to be independant.

Big dates like fancy restaurants or trips will be for him (I mean, he is a doctor ffs) but afternoon coffee or, God forbides, quick unhealthy lunches before the movies or in between work are yours.

Neither of you mention it and it's a very normal thing (although he will never back of from paying if money is tight cause you had an unexpected expenditure)

It was a stupid accident !

Xavier had woken up late for your date and forgotten his wallet in the process. He was MORTIFIED when he realized he did not have any payment method, even more so when he saw you casually take out your own card like it's nothing at all. How could you be ok with him, your knight in shinning armor, using YOUR money ?!

Yet...it kind of feels nice to be provided for right ?

And you look soooooo happy as you tease him for being a "pampered little princess" since you paid for his coffee.

He will make sure to forget his wallet from time to time just to see your happy face.

The waiter starts to actually wonder if he should call an ambulance considering how much Rafayel is dying from laughter.

"You want to pay ?" If a look could kill he would be dead considering how embarrassed you are as you get red as a tomato.

Yes it's a fancy place but, come on, you work !

"Sure sure little Guppy" he adds, pating your head while CRYING as he gives his card to the waiter who doesn't know how to react as you start to pout.

9 for Rafayel - 0 for you still

Sylus LOVES IT.

At first, of course, he doesn't. You are his princess, his world, his everything and all he wants is to spoil the shit out of you as you deserve it just because you grace him with your presence buuuuut....

People are always around him for his money or power....

Even the twins started like this before becoming like annoying little brothers so, when he sees you readying your card in a Linkon coffee to pay for both your drinks, he is, for the first time, throwned off. Even more so as you act like it's the most normal thing in the world. After all, he "paid diner last night in a fancy restaurant and it's just coffee" you shrug off, rolling your eyes.

He will keep spoiling you and paying for basically everything but THIS cafe is your kingdom and whenever you go there, he gets to be "spoiled" (although he bought the place and put the money it makes on a private bank account for you)

[strwberri-milk]

hello! i have a suggestion about how would LADs men react if you’re trying to get something from them but ended up touching their private area?

Zayne doesn't really react at all. He just raises a brow and hands you whatever it was you're looking for. He doesn't crack a joke but he does look at you with a bit of a suggestiveness in his eyes. You're more flustered by that than if he said anything else to you, the smirk on his face making you look away.

Xavier doesn't even notice that you've brushed up against him. He correctly assumes that you were just trying to grab something beside him and he hands it to you without any issue. You still feel a little flustered by what happened but he is absolutely none the wiser.

Rafayel acts a little scandalised, grabbing your hand and asking you just what you think you're doing with it. You try to explain to him that it was totally just an accident but he "doesn't believe you". telling you that it's clear what you want from him and that's all people want from him. You just end up rolling your eyes and laughing at him, any awkwardness you might have felt gone thanks to his antics.

Sylus reacts like Zayne at first, not really saying anything as you try to pretend you didn't touch him and continue reaching. When you try to move your hand away from him he keeps it there, looking at you with a smirk. He asks if that's really all you wanted, taking you into his lap as he continues to tease them.

[ollyissleppy]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!

summary: it's finally here! Christmas has started it's time to enjoy some breakfast and open gifts with your loving boyfriend. Maybe one of the gifts under the tree is from him? a/n: I would like to wish everyone happy holidays and that you'll be able to spend them just the way you want, no matter if it's with family, friends or alone :) also thank you all so much for joining me on this adventure and I hope I'll see you some more <3 cw: none?

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You feel something wet on you the moment you wake up. It takes you a while to figure out that they were kisses. You open your eyes and see your boyfriend, who has been kissing you all over your face. Rafayel notices that you're awake and smiles.

"Good morning" he gives you another kiss, this time on your lips.

"Morning" you smile at him, still waking up.

"We should exchange our gifts now" Rafayel moves away, reaching to his side of the bed and looking for something.

"No, Raf, we should wait till the evening like normal people" you stretch, feeling your muscles stirring awake.

"We're not normal people, though" Rafayel returns to your side and gives you a small box. "Anyway, here"

"Alright, let's do it now" you put the box he gave you on the bed and reach for the gift you had prepared for your boyfriend.

The two of you focus on opening your gifts, with Rafayel chaotically ripping the paper apart. You laugh, seeing how desperate he is to see that he got. You finally got rid of all the wrapping to see what's inside the small box. You slowly open it to reveal a beautiful handcrafted ring with your favourite minerals and metal in it. You gasp, unsure if you should take it out of the box, scared that you might break it.

"Rafayel, it's beautiful" you look over at your boyfriend, smiling at him.

"It's enchanted, so I can find you no matter where you go," he says, taking the ring out of the box and putting it on your finger.

"Even in the afterlife."

You were flipping another pancake, when you heard footsteps coming out of the bedroom, telling you that your boyfriend was awake. You turn to face him to greet him with a kiss.

"Can we exchange presents now?" He asks you after pulling away.

"I thought we'd wait until evening, but sure" you agree, finishing up the last pancake and turning off the stove.

The two of you go to grab the gifts you got each other and meet up in the kitchen. You meet up in the kitchen and give each other gifts. Yours was shaped like a rectangle. You carefully unwrap it to see a book with the words 'you&me' written on the cover. You open the book to see a picture you took while going to check out christmas lights. Around the picture there was a short message:

'From Xavier to (name).

Let's spend a 1000 more christmases with each other.'

You turn a few more pages to see even more pictures of the two of you with sweet messages written around. Some of those messages were saying how cute you looked, and some we saying how grateful Xavier was to be able to enjoy these moments with you.

"Do you like it?" He asks you and that's when you noticed that he was carefully watching your expression, his gift remaining unopened.

"Xav, I love it" you look at him with teary eyes, deeply touched by how thoughtful his gift was.

"I'd love to spend a 1000 more christmases with you."

Sylus wakes you up with a smack on your shoulder. You open your eyes annoyed, about to ask him what got his panties in a twist when he speaks:

"Do you hear that?" You focus your senses to check what he's talking about. At first, you can't really pick up anything, but then you hear it: some commotion in the living room.

You nod your head, letting Sylus know that you can hear it too. No words are exchanged between the two of you, as you grab your weapons and get ready to get rid of who is rummaging in the living room. Both of you make your way closer to the place where the noise came from. To your surprise, the noise wasn't some intruders trying to mess with something, but Kieran and Luke who happened to wake up bright and early, excited about their presents.

You and Sylus lower your weapons, looking at the twins who are surrounded by wrapping paper and checking out their gifts. You look over at your boyfriend with an amused look in your eyes.

"I see that you got into presents already" Sylus chuckles. His voice scares the twins, both of them jumping up, ready to explain themselves. "You're fine, we were thinking of opening them in the morning anyway."

Kieran and Luke still apologise for not waiting for you and Sylus to wake up. You brush them off, sitting down on the couch with your boyfriend. Kieran gives you a small box that was from Sylus and Luke gives him a gift you bought. You carefully open the box to see what's inside. Inside there was a beautiful locket with small details engraved in it. You opened the locket to reveal a picture with you and Sylus in it. It also happened to be one of the first pictures you took after you started dating.

"I love it, Sylus" you kiss his cheek. "But it better not have a tracker in it" you joke, making Sylus laugh.

"It has one, actually!" Kieran says, happy you understand. Luke smacks in the back of his head, telling him to be quiet.

"They're just joking around. You know how they get."

The smell of freshly cooked food is the first thing you register after waking up. The second thing you notice is the lack of your boyfriend on his side of the bed, letting you know that this is the person behind this delicious smell. You lay in bed for a little longer, before deciding to get up. You make your way to the kitchen to check out what Zayne is making.

"Good morning," you say, wrapping your arms around him from the back.

"Good morning, love" Zayne greets you, turning around to hug you back. "I was thinking that it would be best if we exchanged presents in the morning."

"Sounds good to me" you smile, pulling away to grab your gift.

The two of you are back in the kitchen, breakfast-making process stopped for the time being. Instead, both of you focus on each other's gifts. You watch Zayne for a bit, his unwrapping technique making you giggle about how careful he is not to rip the paper. You move your attention to the present before you. You start unwrapping it, although you were much less careful about not ripping the paper. With the paper out of the way, you notice that your gift is some sort of jewellery box. You open it to see the most beautiful-looking bracelet with some sort of screen on it.

"It shows your heart rate and it's connected to my phone to let me know if there's something wrong" Zayne says as he's helping you clip it around your wrist.

"It's perfect thank you." You kiss him across the table.

"Anything for you, my love."

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[hitoshitoshi]

Rafayel Loves Musty Pussies! [ Rafayel x Fem!Reader 18+]

Summary: We all know that Rafayel, our beloved lemurian has a scent kinkーbut to what extent? The answer is yes. Rafayel's scent kink extends beyond perfume. CW: Degenerate and desperate Rafayel, cunnilingus, scent kink, begging, patheticness, and whimpering.

Rafayel loves shoving his face into musty pussies. He regularily spreads your legs and lays between them, taking large inhales between your legs.

Rafayel purposefully tells you to not shower for 2 days or more because he loves it when you smell 2000 x more pungent. He doesn't want to smell and taste clean skin and a hint of soap. No, he wants to smell you and taste only you.

The mustier you are, the more Rafayel whimpers in pleasure, because to him, it's your pheromones that drive him insane. He just wantsーno, he needs you so badly, and this right hereーyouーare his for the taking.

Rafayel would spread your pussy lips wide open and make sure every crevice is traced with his tongue, with the occasional:

"Mmfh... bodyguard, you taste so good."

"Such a good girl for me."

"Thats right, bodyguard, relax... just a bit more."

"I need you to sit on my face, please... I need you so badly."

And you do just that. You hover on Rafayel's face, to much of his displeasureーhe grunted as he grasped onto your thighs, yanking you down. He didn't want a pathetic hover. Rafayel wanted you to suffocate him. He needed his oxygen blocked and his mouth and nose absolutely smothered with your juicesーyour scent.

This was paradise for Rafayel. God, oh god, he loved how your thighs hugged him on each side of your face. Rafayel's face was buried between your legs, his tongue darted in and outof your pussy as he begged for more. He was desperate, needy, and couldn't get enough of your taste.

Rafayel let out a needy moan, "F-fuck... body guard," his voice was muffled as he clenched his eyes, slurping up your essence, "I need more. I need you to come all over my face". He was a mess an absolute mess. A whore for you.

"Mmfh...," Rafayel's hips bucked forward into nothing, getting hard just by being under you. His cock was leaking with pre-cum as Rafayel loved everything. The taste. The saltiness. The bitterness. The smell. He loved it. He loved it all.

Rafayel's arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, forcing you to stay in place as he lapped at your pussy like a starving dog. He held you still when you squirmed on top of him. As much as he wanted to use him as though he were your toy, he wanted to make you cum all by yourself. He wanted to you to cum from just his tongue. Rafayel loved the way you trembled on top of him. It was just more motivation because he wanted you to feel just what you make him feel.

But as time went by, the strain on Rafayel's cock was getting overwhelming, 'I need it, bodyguard, I need it so bad," He whined, his voice cracking with desperation. Rafayel looked up, meeting your gaze, and he knew he was pathetic. His eyes were teary as the bottom half of his face was soaked in your juices. His cock was flushed red and cum was dripping down from it. Rafayel needed you to touch him. He needed you to want him. To need him. To need his face, his cock, his everything. He needed your soul to need him.

"Please, please, plese," Rafayel begged, his voice was barely a whisper. "Make me cum, bodyguard... Make me come with you."

A/N: Testing the waters rn because I have a really really degenerate raf draft that's begging to be written.

[manikas-whims]

LADS men react to: “there’s a bug 😰”

how they'll react to you being scared of a bug 🤭

- the minute he hears your scream, he teleports to the kitchen, pushes you behind him for safety and materializes his lightblade. no questions asked 😭

- he’s the type to immediately swat the bug away..his teleportation and speed doesn't allow the bugs to any opportunity for escape..

- it's you who has to stop him and tell him to just let the little guy out through the window 😆

- the moment he runs in only to find you screaming your lungs out over a tiny bug, he rolls his eyes and smiles at you for being so scared over some so smol bug when you face wanderers twice your size

- adopts the bug as his own, gives it weird medicine names *coughs we all remember clopidogrel, the squirrel* and even feeds it 🤭

- you have to remind him that he can't take in every little critter as his pet 😭

- Screams in reaction to your own scream, then calms down a moment later and narrows his eyes at you for being so dramatic over a bug of all things

- catches the bug and approaches you with an evil smile..you realize his intentions and start stepping back and full on dashing around the house “nooo! keep it away from me!!”

- keeps it around and wonders if he can somehow make use of the bug to make new, unique colors 😭

- he frowns and raises a brow, judging you for being so frightened of a bug cause you're literally the same person who recklessly entered N109 zone and paraded freely in the Onychinus’s Leader’s home

- tries to make you approach the bug and get accustomed to it, to make you realize that it's not scary at all but completely fails 😭

- in the end, he sighs, shakes his head at you, picks the bug with his energy evol and gently let's it out of the window

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[connorsui]

"So we’ve all seen the trend that goes: 'The plushie I gave her' vs. 'The plushie she gave me,' and it’s literally a baby, right?

I can’t help but imagine a little moment where all the special plushies you collected with them become part of your baby’s life. Like, just think for a second—what if you added those plushies to the nursery? Or gave your baby a small plushie to hold, like a teddy bear, and it became their favorite toy—their childhood toy they can’t grow apart from?"

That same plushie you got from the arcade from either of the lads men is now a special toy that your child takes with them everywhere: to bed ...outside ..to eat ..to play ..I mean hell that poor plushie has gone absolutely everywhere and it's dirtier than anything else.

But your baby loves them ..they adore them ..they even gave them a name ..they gave them a story..they have their own little adventures ..your baby doesn't know it was a gift from their father to you ..they just know it's their bestfriend that's been there since forever 🩷