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[yvilonion]

fahdurhood

[mangeos]

zayne’s got 99 problems and sylus is all of them ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

[ethjayy]

anyways so

[princessxmin]

HOTTIE, HOTTIE! — LADS!MEN

[♕]: including — fem!reader, suggestive, mentions of previous intercourse, Xavier being freaked out. [౨ৎ] synopsis: attractive things the lads!men do!

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SYLUS.

ꕤ that smirk he does brow + his eyebrows? omfg; its an understatement saying that sylus is hot. It's completely another thing to talk about level of hot he is, especially when he gives you that panty dropping smirk usually followed by a teasing remark. "Don't get all shy now, you started this with me. I'm simply ending it, sweetie."

ꕤ how he cleans his gun; if you had a dollar for every time you practically drooled over Sylus just idly sitting in a chair, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, eyes lazily focused, hands methodically working the oiled cloth over sleek metal—you’d be rich. He barely glances up, but when he catches you staring he smirks faintly, murmuring, “See something you like kitten?”

ZAYNE.

ꕤ how he adjusts his watch/cufflinks; there’s something almost hypnotic about Zayne’s movements—the way his long fingers fasten a cufflink, the faint tug at his lip as he smooths his sleeve, then the soft click of his watch clasp settling into place. Never rushing, just purposeful. And you'd be lying like hell if you said it didn't make you wanna pounce on him.

ꕤ when he randomly flirts back with you; it’ll be random too, slipping out so effortlessly it leaves you blinking in surprise. You could've been making a joke about how he's so easily flustered and how adorable it is when you tease him while scrolling on your phone, and as he's passing by he'll briefly whisper in your ear: "I could say the same thing about how loud you screamed my name last night, whilst begging me for more."

CALEB.

ꕤ how he practically checks you out while your talking to him; somehow he does it discreetly enough to where it's not too obvious and can play it off by sweetly calling you pretty. While in his head this man is thinking about how pretty you'd look bent over the couch.

ꕤ drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting gently on your thigh; sometimes you wished you had a camera for how good Caleb looked in natural lighting (truthfully, any lighting). His side profile—strong jawline softened by the warm glow of the sun filtering through the windshield, the way thumb would softly rub circles into your skin? It takes almost everything in you not to guide his hand between your legs.

XAVIER.

ꕤ rubs his hands over your thighs when you sit on him; sometimes it isn’t even meant to be anything more—Xavier’s always been a little touch‑starved, a little grabby when you’re curled against his chest. He goes loose and quiet with you there, fingertips tracing lazy lines over your skin like it’s second nature.

But then there are moments where the air shifts—when his palms glide back and forth at just the right angle, thumbs straying low enough between your thighs to make your breath catch. The room feels heavier, your pulse quickening under his touch as his lips brush feather‑light against your ear, his voice a low, husky murmur:

"You’re so soft, star… feel so good under my hands."

ꕤ rests his chin on your shoulder from behind; Xavier hardly ever announce himself, just slides up behind you and folds himself into your space, arms circling your waist. The smell of soap and light cologne filling your nose as he presses a kiss to your neck, the sensation sending a buzz down your spine.

The weight of his chin on your shoulder, that low hum in his throat as he breathes you in. "Missed you, angel. Can I have a kiss?"

RAFAYEL.

ꕤ checks you out over the rim of a glass; dark eyes watching you while he takes a sip, the corner of his mouth curving like he knows exactly what’s running through your head.

ꕤ runs a hand through his hair tiredly when he’s stuck in thought; sometimes it’s absent, almost unconscious—long fingers dragging through soft strands of purple hair. A faint furrow in his brow, lips pressed together as if working through something he won’t voice just yet. It's insane how effortlessly pretty Raf is, but god forbid you voice your thoughts cuz now he's turning to you a growing smile on his face ready to tease you for that dazed lovesick expression you have plastered on your face.

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[xiayuriz]

"You are awful." You grit your teeth at Sylus feeling his chest press against your back. He snickers by your ear, letting out a genuine chuckle as he presses kisses into your shoulder.

"It's only a little longer, sweetie. Don't tell me you can't handle it?" You look over your shoulder, digging your nails into Sylus's abdomen. Your hands are crushed between your back and his body, his evol holding your wrists in place.

Sylus is a terror through and through. Truly, you regret ever letting him learn your weakest spots because the man does nothing but abuse them. Especially when you need him most. He refuses to let you over the edge. Not until Zayne gets home. On the phone, Zayne sighs.

"Sylus." He says, rubbing his temples. Currently, the doctor is stuck in traffic. The sound of his engine is muffled, transferring over the line. You lurch, feeling Sylus's fingers circle your clit once more. You lean forward, head dangling over your thighs but he doesn't let up. You push yourself up right, lolling your head onto his shoulder.

The feeling is sickening, like bile piling in the back of your throat. A sour pleasure. You're more vocal than usual, legs smacking into Sylus's. Sylus leans forward, biting your ear gently.

"How are you feeling?" Zayne questions, grinding his teeth. He makes a conscious effort to stop doing that, but you always manage to unravel him. Sylus undoes his patience as well.

"I cant—" You pant, nails digging into your palms as Sylus keeps you pressed against him. A stray tear leaves your eyes as your hips twitch in place. You can feel Sylus hard against your ass, groaning as you grind onto him. "Please. Please, I wanna—"

Sylus clicks his tongue, laughing under his breath. He hums into your neck, kissing up your nap and ears. He doesn't respond nor reprimand. He leaves all the talking to his beloved doctor.

"To what, darling?" Zayne adjusts himself in his seat, slouching in the car. The traffic has yet to move and his patience is wearing thin.

"You're so loud." Sylus chides you, biting down on your shoulder. His fingers never stop, circling and teasing your clit until you can't take it anymore. "You say it so much, 'Oh, Sylus, please!' but you never tell me what you want." If you could, you would hit him. Hit him for mocking you, for making you go through with this stupid punishment.

"Tell him what you want." Zayne chimes in, elbow resting against the center console. "Do you want him to stop?" Zayne pauses, giving you time to agree. "Or do you want to cum?"

"Be careful what you wish for, sweetie." Sylus's arm presses you harder against him, wrapping around the front of your shoulders. You press your face into his bicep, borderline sobbing as he forces you to take it. You don't answer either of them, but they know what you would say.

"Please— I can do it…" You bite down on Sylus's arm, feeling him pulse under you.

"You can last until I get home, yes?" Zayne taps his steering wheel. If he were in front of you, you know the look he would have on his face: Hair tousled, eyebrows slightly higher. Almost as if he's wanting to see if he's wrong.

He never is.

You let out a muffled yes into Sylus's arm, teetering right on the edge. Just as you can taste it on your tongue, feel it jitter between your nerves, Sylus stops. He pulls back, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away as you sob into his neck.

"Poor kitten. It's only for a little longer."

You have a sneaking suspicion that it won't be.

[mwphisto]

“Hmph, this one transfers too.”

You got new lipsticks, meaning you needed to wear test them as soon as possible. Your guinea pigs? Your two, loving, patient, towering boyfriends of course.

Your lips were rather sensitive at this point, so many kisses, so many makeup wipes, so many new formulas smeared across your mouth. “That’s okay, try the next one.”

Zayne and Sylus sat before you, lounging on your shared bed in Linkon with numerous kiss marks on their lips, cheeks, foreheads, noses, necks, collarbones…

They couldn’t complain, no they wouldn’t dare. Getting showered in your never ending kisses? That would be like begging for water after days wandering in the desert and then declining it because it’s room temperature.

“I’m running out of room.” You settle back on your knees, hands rummaging through the shades you haven’t tried yet while also eyeing both men up and down.

“By all means, kitten, I can take off my shirt.” Zayne’s fingers stop their typing, he had been multitasking this entire kissing endeavor. “That’s a great idea, Sy! Take your shirt off.” A dopey grin stretched your kiss-swollen lips, and a second later Zayne’s laptop is snapping shut.

“Zayne, Sylus is more than enough canvas.” You’re teasing him, of course, watching his hazel eyes snap towards you. “That’s complete nonsense, you need more blank canvas for your art work.” Sylus’ hearty chuckle sounds beside him, his silk button up hitting the floor.

“Someone is sounding jealous, Doctor Zayne.” He’s settling back against the headboard, eyeing you slowly as you applied the next lipstick. “More canvas for me, thanks for being so considerate Zaynie.”

And the man could only shrug his tee shirt up and over his head, ears a burning crimson. “I think that shade would look good on Zayne’s chest, don’t you think, kitten?”

Suddenly, Zayne felt as if he walked right into a trap.

[kokovenus]

Zayne vs LADS Men

Part 1

☆synopsis: A busy nonchalant doctor and his never ending struggle to deal with the other LADS men.

Part 1 | Part 2

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